CHAPTER 604: CHAPTER 602: THE POWER OF A LOVE RIVAL IS INFINITE

"Did you rub against something?"

"Yeah," Fu Jinghen snorted with a light chuckle. "That kid’s so clumsy."

Wen Qiao started laughing, "You really don’t miss a chance to belittle him, do you? You’re almost thirty, why are you still holding grudges like you’re some freshly-minted adult?"

"Are you unclear about my relationship with him? He’s getting close to the person I like. Should I be praising him?" Fu Jinghen tapped her forehead with his fingertips, as if teasing a kitten, "The only person I don’t hold grudges against is you."

Wen Qiao’s forehead tingled where he touched, and with a little "ahh," she grabbed his fingers. "It tickles—stop it."

Fu Jinghen didn’t pull his hand away, letting her hold on. Wen Qiao didn’t realize this; she just felt that Fu Jinghen’s hand was cool and comfortable to hold, so she didn’t let go.

"Why aren’t you happy?" Fu Jinghen repeated his initial question.

"Jiang Yao just texted me saying she’s brought me dessert."

"Isn’t that something to be happy about?" asked Fu Jinghen. "Why do you still look so down?"

Wen Qiao pouted, her voice soft and aggrieved, "But she said it’s my last dessert."

Wen Qiao might not have realized that she was slipping back into the way she used to be around Fu Jinghen.

It was such a trivial matter, but in front of Fu Jinghen, she became so pitiful, playfully coquettish, expecting him to cheer her up.

Perhaps the difference was that before, her coyness had a purpose—to make him fall for her. Now, it was unconscious.

Hearing her childishly trivial reason, Fu Jinghen didn’t laugh at her. "How about I sneakily buy you some in the future?"

"That won’t do," Wen Qiao shook her head. "I need to keep my figure."

"Didn’t you say you can never get fat no matter how much you eat?" Fu Jinghen asked with a smile.

"I used to think I had the kind of body that doesn’t gain weight," Wen Qiao’s voice sounded saddled with sorrow. "But after I got back yesterday and weighed myself, I found out I’ve gained weight."

"How much did you gain?" Fu Jinghen pinched her earlobe, a gesture meant to soothe.

Wen Qiao held up a finger, "One kilogram."

"..."

Fu Jinghen’s eyes conveyed a bit of speechlessness, "You..."

"Sis!" Lin Luang’s voice arrived before he did. "What are you guys talking about? Why are you so close?"

As he spoke, Lin Luang flopped down on the couch next to Wen Qiao, adopting her posture with his head against the back of the sofa before Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen could react.

Fu Jinghen straightened up almost instantly, his gentle and doting face towards Wen Qiao seamlessly turning into an expressionless one, with a hint of disdain if one looked closely.

Wen Qiao discovered that not only could Fu Jinghen provoke Lin Luang to change radically, but Lin Luang could also bring out another side of Fu Jinghen.

Thinking about it, Fu Jinghen was courteous to everyone, but in front of Lin Luang, he always looked so disdainful.

Indeed, the power of a love rival is boundless.

"Nothing much," Fu Jinghen gazed down at him authoritatively. "It’s getting late; you should leave."

Lin Luang remained unflinchingly seated, "I’m not in a hurry. President Fu, if you have things to do, you can go ahead."

"Don’t you have class tomorrow?" Fu Jinghen asked him.

"Nope," Lin Luang laughed, "I have no classes in the morning, and our school doesn’t have a curfew."

The implication was clear: he could stay as long as he liked.