CHAPTER 601: CHAPTER 599: IMMATURE PEOPLE NEVER ADMIT THEY ARE IMMATURE

"I’ll have someone send over some ingredients," Fu Jinghen said as he took out his phone, pretending to make a call, then glanced over when he spotted Lin Luang standing off to the side.

Lin Luang, catching the "get out" look in Fu Jinghen’s eyes, moved next to Wen Qiao, tugging at her sleeve pitifully. "Sister, I’ve been drawing all afternoon, don’t I even deserve to stay for a meal?"

"Who said that?" Wen Qiao patted his hand. "I was planning to keep you for dinner."

"But President Fu doesn’t seem too willing."

Lin Luang said this while inching behind Wen Qiao, as if afraid that Fu Jinghen would throw him out.

Wen Qiao glanced at Fu Jinghen’s expressionless face and thought to herself, It’s not that he seems unwilling, he is unwilling.

Wen Qiao felt that she was becoming more and more daring, always testing his limits, curious to see how much he would concede for her.

She comforted Lin Luang by patting the back of his hand, "Don’t worry, just eat at ease, I’m here."

"Okay."

Lin Luang nodded his head and then gave Fu Jinghen a smug look, his expression seemed to say: Look, I have someone backing me up.

"Hotpot is all about having a lively crowd, don’t you think, President Fu?"

Wen Qiao blinked expectantly at Fu Jinghen, waiting for his response.

Fu Jinghen could clearly see what Wen Qiao was trying to do, but aside from going along with her, he didn’t really have any other choice.

He smiled. "Whatever you like."

Gentleness and indulgence flowed from Fu Jinghen’s eyes, nearly drowning others in its depth.

In the moment that Wen Qiao was distracted, Fu Jinghen had already left the balcony to make the call.

She watched his broad back and bit her lip.

Her acting this way wasn’t without reason.

Fu Jinghen indulging her this way, it would be strange if she didn’t become lawless.

The words "spoiled and arrogant" probably described her perfectly.

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Since they were having hotpot, the ingredients Fu Jinghen had ordered were all ready to go, and the three of them didn’t need to do much.

They just sat around the table, waiting to eat.

To balance the tense atmosphere between the two men, Wen Qiao sat in the main seat, Fu Jinghen to her left, and Lin Luang to her right.

The hotpot bubbled merrily, emitting steaming vapors, with the red and white soup base continuously churning, whetting everyone’s appetite.

Fu Jinghen and Lin Luang’s gazes met across the rising steam and then, as if by agreement, both looked away.

Wen Qiao liked spicy food, Fu Jinghen was okay with it, but Lin Luang couldn’t handle spice at all.

Seeing Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen repeatedly fishing items from the spicy pot, he didn’t want to be left out and hesitantly reached with the serving chopsticks towards the spicy pot.

"Can’t you handle spicy food?"

Wen Qiao blocked his arm, remembering the last Mid-Autumn Festival dinner when Lin Luang had mentioned his inability to eat spicy food.

"It’s fine, I selectively eat spicy; I can handle the spiciness of hotpot."

Seeing Lin Luang’s confident expression, Wen Qiao hesitated then let go, "Don’t force yourself if you can’t handle it."

"I won’t, am I such an immature person?"

"Immature people never admit they’re immature," Fu Jinghen interjected while placing some meat and vegetables into Wen Qiao’s bowl. "Just like a drunk person never admits they’re drunk."

Lin Luang retorted, "Then President Fu, do you think you’re immature?"

Wen Qiao’s lips curled up for a moment, then she let it go.

He really was too immature.