CHAPTER 621: CHAPTER 620: ANGRY

Fu Jinghen was taken aback, shaking his head, "No, I was a bit busy today and forgot."

"..."

Wen Qiao’s expression did not warm up at his explanation, silently turning around and walking towards the kitchen.

She took out two eggs and a handful of bok choy from the fridge, heated up the wok with oil, and moved quickly.

Fu Jinghen sluggishly followed her, "You don’t need to fuss, I already ate something on the way—"

Wen Qiao interrupted him coldly, "Shut up."

"..."

Fu Jinghen blinked and obediently closed his mouth.

His little princess was angry.

Angry because he hadn’t eaten.

This realization made Fu Jinghen somewhat elated, even though he had just been yelled at.

While Wen Qiao was cooking, Fu Jinghen leaned on the kitchen door, watching her without blinking.

The Yangchun noodles were quickly ready, Wen Qiao carried the bowl out and placed it on the table.

"Come over and eat."

Her voice was still cold.

Fu Jinghen walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

He did not pick up his chopsticks but instead looked at Wen Qiao, "Will you join me?"

"..."

Wen Qiao was silent for a second, then pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.

Only then did Fu Jinghen contentedly pick up his chopsticks, the golden fried egg and vibrant green bok choy arousing his appetite, and immediately his stomach, which had eaten only a little earlier, was hungry again.

He picked up a chopstick full of noodles, blew on them, and put them in his mouth.

Fu Jinghen had impeccable table manners; he ate his noodles without making a sound.

He hadn’t eaten much all day, and it wasn’t good to eat too much at night, so the portion of noodles Wen Qiao had made wasn’t very large, and Fu Jinghen finished them quickly.

He looked up at Wen Qiao, saw her still with a solemn face, silently picking up the bowls and chopsticks and going into the kitchen to wash them clean and put them away in the cabinet.

Wen Qiao did not leave, still sitting in her chair.

Fu Jinghen walked over, pinched her cheek, "Why so angry, it wasn’t on purpose, I was in meetings all day, no time."

Wen Qiao heartlessly swatted his hand away, her face like a board, not saying a word.

Fu Jinghen’s hand reached towards Wen Qiao’s cheek again, but before he could touch it, Wen Qiao slapped it away.

Wen Qiao turned her head to the side, giving Fu Jinghen the back of her head.

Fu Jinghen: "..."

The situation seemed a bit tricky.

He lowered his gaze to look at Wen Qiao for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out, supported under her armpits, and lifted her from the chair. Accompanied by Wen Qiao’s scream, he placed her on the table.

When Wen Qiao was first picked up, she instinctively clung to Fu Jinghen’s arms, and now coming to her senses, she pursed her lips, sheepishly letting go of her grip.

No sooner had her hand left his arm than the man’s grip was unmistakably around her arm and circling his neck.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Jinghen placed his hands on either side of her body, leaning in close to her, and eventually couldn’t resist, touching her lips gently with a kiss.

"Consoling you."

The moment their lips touched, they both felt a tingling sensation that quickly swept through their entire bodies.

Wen Qiao was stunned for a few seconds, seemingly not expecting that Fu Jinghen would sneak a kiss on her.

She blinked, meeting Fu Jinghen’s deep eyes.

"..."

Not good, the atmosphere was becoming dangerous.

She wanted to shift back, but Fu Jinghen, as if pre-empting her thoughts, clasped his hands at her waist, stopping her escape.

"Is this your way of consoling me?" Wen Qiao saw there was no escaping and simply gave up, "You’re just taking advantage of me."