CHAPTER 603: CHAPTER 601: AS LONG AS IT’S HER, I LIKE EVERYTHING

The two stood together, their dispositions and appearances forming a stark contrast.

If one ignored the topic of their discussion, Wen Qiao felt that these two would make a more likely couple.

She stealthily took out her phone and snapped a quiet photo of them, sending it to Jiang Yao.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I think I’m not very serious, I actually started shipping my ex-husband and this puppy-like younger brother.]

After sending the message, Wen Qiao didn’t leave; she continued eavesdropping on their conversation.

"President Fu, when did you start having designs on my sister?"

Fu Jinghen ignored him.

"Did you really just happen to be on the way to bring my sister home today?"

Fu Jinghen still ignored him.

Lin Luang wasn’t discouraged and continued, "Then, what do you like about my sister?"

Expecting no answer again, just as Lin Luang was about to ask another question, Fu Jinghen suddenly spoke after a quiet three seconds.

"I like everything."

As long as it was her, he liked everything.

Wen Qiao touched her nose, slightly controlling the inappropriate thoughts in her mind.

Her palm vibrated, and she looked again at the two men in the kitchen. She tiptoed to the sofa and sat down.

Opening WeChat,

[Yao Aya: You’re not ’not very serious’, you’ve never been serious.]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Honestly, don’t you think they look great together like this?]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: One is a suave scoundrel of an uncle, the other a soft, cute puppy. It’s clear who would be on top and who would be on bottom.]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: In the end, the world still belongs to the fangirls.]

[Yao Aya: I don’t know how you ship those two, but I do know that if President Fu ever found out you’re fantasizing about him that way with another man, you would definitely be the one underneath.]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: ...]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: What were you up to today? You were even too busy for hotpot.]

[Yao Aya: Let me be frank, that was quite a sudden change of topic.]

Despite the abruptness, Jiang Yao still answered her question.

[Yao Aya: A friend asked me out.]

[Yao Aya: I brought back some cream puffs from that dessert shop you love.]

Wen Qiao cheered wildly, furiously buttering up Jiang Yao: Yaoyao you’re the best, come here, a kiss.

She even fittingly sent an emoji with puckered lips.

[Yao Aya: Kiss.jpg.]

[Yao Aya: After all, it’s the last time.]

When Wen Qiao saw this message, she quickly retracted the emoji she had just sent.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Then you can take it back, I won’t eat it.]

[Yao Aya: If you don’t eat this time, there won’t be anymore in the future, think carefully.]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: ...then you can bring it back.]

What started as sharing her mental fantasies with Jiang Yao ended up turning into a goodbye to sweets.

Wen Qiao sighed and sank back into the sofa, closing her eyes heavily.

"What’s wrong?"

A cool touch came to her nose, Wen Qiao opened her eyes and saw Fu Jinghen above her head.

She sniffled, "Are you guys done cleaning up?"

"Yes."

"Where’s Lu Ang?"

Wen Qiao raised her head to look toward the kitchen.

Before she could see anyone, Fu Jinghen pressed his finger against her forehead and pushed her back against the sofa cushion, making her look at him again.

"He’s in the bathroom dealing with his clothes."