CHAPTER 619: CHAPTER 618: SPEAKING TOO SOON

I had just told Huo Mutian that I was going to touch up my makeup, and it hadn’t even been five minutes before I got slapped in the face.

Wen Qiao tongued the inside of her cheek—it was a bit painful.

"Long time no see, Mutian." Fu Qiang smiled and nodded, "You’ve gotten even more handsome."

"Sister Fu Qiang, you’ve gotten even more beautiful."

Whether sincere or not, a woman was always happy to be called beautiful.

Fu Jinghen and Huo Mutian just nodded their heads as a form of greeting.

Their relationship had never been good, neither in the past nor now.

Fu Qiang turned to Wen Qiao, her smile brightening: "Qiaoqiao, don’t you recognize me?"

"How could I not, Sister Fu Qiang," Wen Qiao suppressed the slight embarrassment at the back of her mind and greeted her politely.

She completely ignored the man next to Fu Qiang, not giving him even a glance.

Partly due to the awkwardness, and partly because she was somewhat embarrassed.

Huo Mutian glanced at the seemingly calm Wen Qiao beside him, and with a slight smirk as if challenging her deliberately, he exclaimed, "President Fu just came from a lover’s nest? Didn’t even bother to change clothes?"

After saying that, he pointed at his own shirt collar.

Prompted by his words, Fu Qiang looked over and widened her eyes slightly.

Countless thoughts flashed by like a barrage of bullets, but she oddly caught on to an irrelevant detail.

Should she consider getting her eyes checked at the hospital?

How had she missed such an obvious lipstick mark just now?

Fu Qiang looked at Fu Jinghen’s collar and then at Wen Qiao’s lips, her probing gaze shifting back and forth between the two.

If cartoon special effects could be translated into real life, Wen Qiao’s head would probably be smoking by now.

Her thick-skinned antics were reserved exclusively for Fu Jinghen; she could be as vain or as flirtatious as she wanted with him, but in front of others, Wen Qiao’s skin was a lot thinner.

Fu Jinghen glanced at Wen Qiao’s reddened ears and blushing face, cleared his throat, straightened his suit, and looked faintly towards Huo Mutian: "Compared to Mr. Huo, I still fall short."

Watching Fu Jinghen’s obvious cover-up, Wen Qiao couldn’t help but glare at him.

Huo Mutian, standing beside her, didn’t catch the glance, but Fu Qiang opposite clearly saw everything.

Tsk.

So, her little brother only seemed to be an emotionless block of wood.

She was quite pleased.

When Wen Qiao diverted her gaze, she happened to catch Fu Qiang’s teasing look, turning her cheeks even redder, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

This was the first time Fu Jinghen had counterattacked Huo Mutian’s provocation, which quite excited Huo Mutian.

"President Fu must be joking; I have no such place of tenderness," Huo Mutian turned his head and looked at Wen Qiao with an extremely doting expression: "With such an ancestor by my side, where would I get the courage?"

Although he knew there was nothing between Wen Qiao and Huo Mutian, Fu Jinghen still felt uncomfortable hearing his ambiguously suggestive words.

He narrowed his eyes, "Mr. Huo, isn’t it too early to say such things?"

"What do you mean by that, President Fu?" Huo Mutian mimicked Wen Qiao’s innocent look: "I don’t understand?"

Wen Qiao: "..."

This man really nailed her innocent act.

Fu Jinghen snorted coldly, turned his head away, seemingly unwilling to speak another word to Huo Mutian.

Fu Qiang found the drama to be nearly too much and if it continued, it might spiral out of control; she restrained her expression and looked the other way: "Ah, isn’t that President Li from Feili Jewelry? Let’s go say hello."