CHAPTER 639: CHAPTER 638: SHE IS THE SOLE SOVEREIGN OF THAT WORLD

Before I could say anything, a sudden weight descended on my shoulders, it was Wen Qiao hooking her arms around my neck and embracing me.

Fu Jinghen was startled and obediently bent down, encircling her waist with his arms and, with a little effort, lifted her off the ground.

Wen Qiao didn’t resist, her legs wrapping around his waist automatically, and her head resting on his shoulder, she was incredibly well-behaved.

Fu Jinghen stroked her back repeatedly, "What’s wrong?"

"Why did you leave me alone in there..."

The young girl’s voice was muffled, laced with grievance.

Fu Jinghen paused, and a touch of remorse crept into his eyes, "I’m sorry, it won’t happen again."

After finishing work and realizing Wen Qiao hadn’t woken up, he sat on the sofa in the lounge and waited. It was only because Cheng Jue kept calling to hurry him that he went out to take a call.

To his surprise, it was in that brief span of less than three minutes that Wen Qiao awoke.

When the two were together before, Wen Qiao clung to him quite a bit, but after the annulment up until now, she’d nearly always had an air of "I can live beautifully without you." This clingy and docile behavior was a sight he hadn’t seen in a long time.

But Fu Jinghen didn’t feel a trace of excitement or pride, instead, he felt deep heartache and guilt.

He had waited for so long; he should have waited a bit longer.

It was her first time in his office, and waking up to darkness in an unfamiliar place must have felt very insecure.

Fu Jinghen’s voice became even gentler, coaxing her, "I was wrong. I shouldn’t have left Qiaoqiao alone in there. Can you not hold it against me?"

Wen Qiao’s voice was still muffled, "Not okay..."

"What does Qiaoqiao want to do, then?"

"I don’t know..."

"How about this," Fu Jinghen said, "we’ll consider it a debt. When you decide later, you can punish me. How does that sound?"

Wen Qiao hesitated for a moment, then uttered a soft "hmm."

Fu Jinghen smiled, "Cheng Jue called to ask when we’ll arrive. Do you still want to go? If you don’t feel like it, we won’t."

Wen Qiao lifted her head to look at him, "Were you just on the phone with him?"

"Yes."

"I want to go." Wen Qiao nestled back into Fu Jinghen’s shoulder, "I already agreed, it wouldn’t be nice not to show up."

"There’s nothing wrong with not going. If you don’t want to go, we won’t. Don’t worry about it too much."

Fu Jinghen had carved out a world for her where she could do as she pleased.

The opinions of others didn’t matter—the only things that were important were her and her wishes.

She was the sole sovereign of that world.

The feeling of desolation upon waking had vanished, and Wen Qiao’s mood brightened. She swung her legs that dangled at Fu Jinghen’s side, "I don’t mind, let’s go. You had promised to introduce me to your friends when you had time."

Seeing that Wen Qiao still remembered his previous words, Fu Jinghen’s smile deepened, "Sure."

Wen Qiao suddenly remembered something, "Then I need to prepare a gift."

"No need, your presence is a gift to him."

"That’s not how it works." Wen Qiao sat up straight, facing Fu Jinghen, "You might treasure me, but others won’t. Since we’re going, we definitely can’t skimp on the proper etiquette."

"Then on our way there, let’s detour to the mall and casually pick out a gift for him."

"How can we just casually pick something."

"Just casually choose one for now," Fu Jinghen said, "You can take your time when you’re picking out a gift for me."

Wen Qiao: "....."

Men in love are the pettiest.