CHAPTER 585: CHAPTER 583: DID YOU SMELL A WHIFF OF VINEGAR?

"On the same evening, you must have been attending the same dinner party as Huo Mutian," Wen Qiao said, her gaze slanting at him. "He mentioned it to me yesterday; why did you wait until today to bring it up? I have a reasonable suspicion that you thought of me only after the woman you asked before stood you up."

"What are you talking about? You’re the only woman I wanted as my companion." Fu Jinghen lightly tapped Wen Qiao’s forehead with his crossed fingers. "I didn’t mention it to you yesterday because I forgot. When you’re standing in front of me, how can I find the mind to think about anything else? The reason I brought it up just now is that while I was waiting for you at the restroom entrance, Feng Li messaged me asking whether I was attending the dinner or not, so he could give a response to the other party."

Wen Qiao paused for a moment, "You didn’t plan on attending from the start?"

"I wasn’t sure at the time. I thought if you agreed to accompany me, I would go; if not, I would just forget it." Fu Jinghen took Wen Qiao’s hands into his, caressing them gently.

"But I haven’t agreed to accompany you now."

"But you’re going to attend the dinner, aren’t you?" Fu Jinghen smiled. "If you go, I’ll go."

"Oh, suit yourself."

Wen Qiao looked down at their intertwined hands resting on her lap.

One pair slender and fair, the other defined with prominent knuckles.

"That elderly lady was unaware just now; don’t take her words to heart. Our Qiaoqiao is magnanimous and surely won’t get angry."

"Don’t try to flatter me," Wen Qiao glared at him. "Don’t be so hypocritical, Fu Jinghen. You’re so petty, yet you expect me to be magnanimous? That old lady clearly had ulterior motives, she wasn’t really trying to offer you legal assistance but rather to set you up with her granddaughter. With your height over one meter eight and your handsome looks, how can anyone not see that out of the two of us, I look like the one in need of legal aid?"

Wen Qiao’s mouth fired out words like a machine gun, shooting straight at Fu Jinghen.

"What are you laughing at? I’m having a serious conversation with you, and here you are, laughing?"

After Wen Qiao finished her tirade, she saw the smile on Fu Jinghen’s face not only did not fade but had become even more pronounced, which instantly raised her fury. She shifted her ankle and gave Fu Jinghen’s shin another kick.

A grey footprint joined the black of his suit, but Fu Jinghen didn’t bother with it, his smile undiminished. "Do you smell vinegar?"

Wen Qiao instinctively cursed, "Are you crazy? Where would in the lounge room come from—"

Vinegar.

Wen Qiao’s voice stopped abruptly, and as she heard this familiar phrase, she replayed her own words in her mind.

Oh, no.

What had she just said?

She had used the same example Fu Jinghen used when he was jealous to argue his pettiness, which inadvertently confirmed that she was jealous too.

Although that was also a fact.

Indeed, she did feel a bit upset when that elderly lady mentioned introducing her granddaughter to Fu Jinghen.

But just a little bit.

Wen Qiao kept her face and heart steady as if nothing had happened, and continued with the part of her speech she hadn’t finished, "I didn’t smell it, so are you trying to change the subject with me now?"

"Not at all," Fu Jinghen knew she was too embarrassed to admit it and chose to let the matter drop, "I’ve upset you. If you want to hit or scold me, go ahead; I’m willing to accept it and I don’t need any legal assistance."

Wen Qiao huffed, "At least you’re sensible."