CHAPTER 624: CHAPTER 623: SOLE FOCUS

Fu Jinghen seemed to have caught Wen Qiao’s "give a little color and open a dye workshop" syndrome. When he heard Wen Qiao’s spoiled and unreasonable words, he subconsciously wanted to retort, "Did I say I follow you?"

Just as the words were about to slip out, his rationale surged back, pulling him back from the brink of a cliff.

Fu Jinghen could imagine that the second he said those words, Wen Qiao would immediately hang up the phone and send him a complete block package.

Fu Jinghen remembered that not long ago, Feng Li said he had changed, that he started to tease and joke around.

Actually, his temperament wasn’t too silent, but he certainly wasn’t the type to flirt or jest.

Since his childhood when he learned his mother had died in childbirth having him, he had always carried a trace of guilt. Sometimes, seeing Mr. Fu flip through his mother’s photos, his heart would sour.

No one had ever blamed him; on the contrary, they doted on him even more because he was the person his mother had desperately wanted to leave behind.

All he could do was to do everything to the best of his ability, to make sure his family could rely on him confidently and not betray the choice his mother made.

Therefore, he had also invisibly added a lot of pressure on himself.

When he first took over FS, he was too young, and very few people really respected him. He subdued much of his personality, and, being someone with strong self-esteem, accustomed to people relying on him since childhood, he never shared his troubles with others, always solving problems alone.

Over time, he grew accustomed to talking concisely and rarely joked around anymore.

However, Wen Qiao’s arrival seemed like a stone thrown onto a calm water surface, causing splashes and ripples that lingered for a long time.

It was like injecting a fresh flow of blood into his quiet life.

She was influencing him.

"What are you laughing at?" Hearing Fu Jinghen’s laughter, Wen Qiao guessed that he might be laughing at her own conceit, as he never said he followed her Weibo. Realizing this, Wen Qiao’s recently softened tone hardened again, "Are you laughing at me?"

If he dared to admit it or laughed again, let him go hungry today.

Wen Qiao’s hand had already moved to the red hang-up button, ready at any moment.

"Why would I download Weibo if I didn’t follow you?" Fu Jinghen’s voice still carried a hint of amusement, "If not for you, why would I bother with that stuff?"

He really did devote all his free time to her.

Wen Qiao’s mood sprang up, knowing that Fu Jinghen couldn’t see her expression through the phone. She laughed recklessly, but her voice revealed no emotional give-away, "Who knows, maybe you’re following someone else."

"Believe it or not, you are always the only one on my follow list."

Wen Qiao lay back on the bed again, flexing her legs, her eyes curving into smiles.

"...Oh." She feigned reservation, "Then I’ll reluctantly believe you."

Forget it.

They had kissed already. She didn’t stop Fu Jinghen at the time; it was too late for her to be awkward now.

Especially since Fu Jinghen seemed to show more affection, sparing her a little response wouldn’t hurt.

Fu Jinghen laughed again, his magnetic laughter tinged with a faint current, reaching Wen Qiao’s ears through the receiver, making her irresistibly rub her slightly tingling ears.

Lately, Fu Jinghen had been laughing more and more.

Thinking that his smiles were all because of her made Wen Qiao feel quite proud.