CHAPTER 643: CHAPTER 642: YOU REMEMBER IT QUITE CLEARLY?

"..."

This smile was a bit sly.

And somewhat dangerous.

"You are so naughty."

"Naughty?" Fu Jinghen thought for a moment and said, "Not too bad, I guess."

Wen Qiao blinked, "I think I have to start getting to know you all over again."

"How so?"

"I think I’ve known you too superficially before," Wen Qiao said earnestly, "I’ve discovered you’re quite scheming."

"It varies from person to person," Fu Jinghen said, "You don’t need to get to know me all over again, I’m always the most genuine in front of you."

"Nonsense," Wen Qiao didn’t believe his bluff, "You never used to be this clever, never speaking nicely. On our engagement day, I fell right in front of you, and not only did you not help me up, you even complained about my shoes."

"..."

The instinct to survive told Fu Jinghen that anything he said at this moment would be wrong, and that silence was the best response.

However, he underestimated Wen Qiao’s ability to capitalize on opportunities.

"See, you’re silent now, you’ve got nothing to say," Wen Qiao said indignantly, poking at his chest, "If you were still acting like you were at the start, even if you got down on your knees and begged me, I wouldn’t forgive you."

"Would you have the heart?"

"..." Wen Qiao paused, then continued to poke him, "Why wouldn’t I have the heart, don’t overestimate your importance to me, okay?"

Fu Jinghen caught her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss, "From now on, if there’s anything I do that’s not right, just tell me, and I’ll change it."

Wen Qiao was still not quite accustomed to having her fingers kissed by him, they were as sensitive as her ears.

With Fu Jinghen kissing her like that, her momentum weakened, "Okay, I got it."

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and the two walked out.

"Does Cheng Jue know about our relationship?" Wen Qiao thought back, "I remember he didn’t seem to come to our engagement, did he?"

Fu Jinghen glanced at her, "You remember quite clearly?"

Wen Qiao scoured her mind for Cheng Jue’s dissolute demeanor and his frivolous smile, as well as his flashy attire, "He’s such a conspicuous person, if he had attended our engagement party, he probably would have dressed more flamboyantly than both you and me. It would be hard to forget him, wouldn’t it?"

"..."

That seemed to make sense.

Fu Jinghen’s recent pangs of jealousy subsided a bit, "He was abroad and hadn’t returned on our engagement day. He found out about it the last time I went on your variety show."

"He probably remembered later that he had provoked you and, fearing that I would get angry, specifically went to the airport to pick me up."

Wen Qiao gave him a sidelong glance, "You have quite the stature in their hearts, huh?"

"Not anymore."

"What happened?"

Fu Jinghen didn’t look at Wen Qiao, his gaze fixed ahead on the road, afraid she might accidentally hurt herself, but he didn’t brush her off, "Now, you have more stature in their hearts than I do."

"..."

That was indeed the case.

Having a firm hold over their group’s ringleader, her stature was certainly heavier than Fu Jinghen’s.

Wen Qiao hummed but didn’t continue the conversation.

They turned a corner to the private room’s doorway.

Fu Jinghen opened the door, letting Wen Qiao enter first.

Cheng Jue had been waiting at the door of the private room for quite some time. Seeing Fu Jinghen push the door, he jumped up from his chair and charged at Fu Jinghen. But the next second, when he saw a woman walking out from behind him, and not just any woman but one who left a deep impression on him, he was about to throw himself onto Wen Qiao. It was somewhat difficult to stop his swift steps, and all he could manage was to change direction and give the private room’s door a big hug.