CHAPTER 642: CHAPTER 641: YOU’RE SO NAUGHTY

Wen Qiao glared at him, her gaze slightly fierce, "What? Should I thank you for saving me the trouble of applying lipstick?"

"..."

Fu Jinghen wisely shut his mouth.

The cat’s claws were already out; if he didn’t know what was good for him, he’d end up being scratched.

A servant standing at the door came over, intending to hurry them to get out of the car so as not to block the traffic behind. However, when he approached and saw Fu Jinghen in the driver’s seat, he backed away.

After touching up her lipstick and packing her things, Wen Qiao glanced at Fu Jinghen, "Alright, let’s go."

Fu Jinghen nodded and was about to open the car door when Wen Qiao suddenly pulled him back.

He looked back at her, "What’s wrong?"

Wen Qiao suddenly leaned in close, surprising Fu Jinghen, who leaned back against the seat, "You planning to give me a reward?"

With a "smack," Wen Qiao slapped a tissue onto Fu Jing’s lips from out of nowhere.

Fu Jinghen: "?"

Wen Qiao roughly wiped his lips, muttering, "To prevent what happened yesterday from happening again, I must make sure I’ve wiped it off clean this time..."

Fu Jinghen: "..."

Wen Qiao meticulously wiped and wiped his lips, as if she intended to rub off a whole layer of skin from Fu Jinghen’s lips.

Although Fu Jinghen wouldn’t say no to Wen Qiao, the skin on that part of his lips was quite fragile and couldn’t withstand her rough treatment.

Fu Jinghen grabbed her wrist, halting her movement, "Okay, okay, it’s clean now. If you keep wiping, you’ll rub it raw, and then it’ll be even easier to be misunderstood."

Wen Qiao paused, thought about it, and agreed, withdrawing her hand and pulling back into her seat, "Then let’s go."

The servant at the door had seen a woman in Fu Jinghen’s car all along; he just hadn’t got a clear look at what the woman looked like. However, the scene of "a wolf pouncing on its prey" that just unfolded in the car was crystal clear to him.

Now, seeing Wen Qiao get out of the car, his eyes widened slightly, then quickly returned to normal.

This sense of normalcy disappeared when he saw Fu Jinghen come over and take Wen Qiao’s hand, leading her inside.

It wasn’t that he was inexperienced; it was simply because this was the first time he had seen Fu Jinghen bring a woman here.

When Cheng Jue and the others came over to play, each one would bring a woman with them. Qin Xiang’s arm would also have a woman latched onto it from time to time; only Fu Jinghen was always alone.

So seeing Fu Jinghen with a woman by his side for the first time, and with such an intimate posture—plus the woman being a celebrity from the entertainment circle—it was impossible not to be surprised.

Fu Jinghen passed his car keys to the servant to park the car. After a while, seeing that the servant hadn’t taken them, he curiously looked over.

Meeting Fu Jinghen’s inquiring gaze, the servant immediately snapped back to reality, hurriedly took Fu Jinghen’s car keys, and greeted him respectfully, "Good evening, President Fu."

"Good evening."

Fu Jinghen was always approachable in public, always responding to their greetings each time he came.

"Good evening, Miss Wen."

Wen Qiao responded cheerfully, "Good evening."

After exchanging greetings, the two of them went inside. The servant watched them until they entered the elevator before he withdrew his envious gaze.

Such a handsome man and a beautiful woman truly made a perfect match.

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Inside the elevator, Wen Qiao remembered Fu Jinghen mentioning not to tell Cheng Jue that she was also coming to the birthday party. Curious, she asked, "Why don’t you want Cheng Jue to know I’m coming?"

Fu Jinghen stroked her hair and said with a smile, "If he knew in advance, it wouldn’t be a surprise then."