CHAPTER 644: CHAPTER 643: STEALING THE SPOTLIGHT

Wen Qiao: "..."

Fu Jinghen: "..."

Wen Qiao turned her head to glance at Fu Jinghen, unsure of how to face the current situation.

Fu Jinghen stepped forward to shield Wen Qiao, his expression blank as he looked at Cheng Jue, "What kind of scene are you making now?"

Cheng Jue, steadying himself against the door frame of the private room, said, "It’s a misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding. I just got a bit excited seeing you come, who would have thought that suddenly from behind you, a woman—sister-in-law!"

Upon noticing Fu Jinghen’s chilling gaze, Cheng Jue immediately took a sharp turn in his speech, and his call for "sister-in-law" was so loud it drew the attention of everyone in the private room.

Since Fu Jinghen didn’t have Zhang Tian inform Cheng Jue beforehand that Wen Qiao would also be coming, Zhang Tian didn’t mention it to anyone.

Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen were the last to arrive. By the time they got there, every corner of the private room was already full of people, all busy with their own affairs, and originally no one had noticed the commotion at the entrance of the room.

Cheng Jue’s loud voice immediately attracted the gaze of most people in the private room, and the booming music suddenly dropped by eight degrees.

The eyes of everyone in the private room collectively jumped from Cheng Jue to Fu Jinghen, then to Wen Qiao at the back, and finally landed on the hand that Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao were holding.

Cheng Jue loved the hustle and had invited his friends and some of their companions, turning his birthday bash into something resembling a small-scale banquet.

Among this group, a portion had attended Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen’s engagement party and didn’t find it surprising to see the two of them appearing together.

The rest were people who usually had nothing to do with their social circle and took this opportunity today to join in on the fun.

The relationship between Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen had not been made public, so seeing them appear together in an intimate posture was as shocking to those remaining guests as it had been to the servant at the clubhouse entrance.

Wen Qiao tugged at Fu Jinghen’s hand and whispered, "Ah, I think we might have stolen Cheng Jue’s thunder."

Fu Jinghen glanced at Cheng Jue, who was acting innocent on his left and right, sighed with helplessness, and turned to Wen Qiao, "He brought the attention to us himself, it’s not our fault."

Cheng Jue: "..."

What do you mean, ’I brought the attention to you two?’

If you hadn’t given me such a frightening look, how could I have possibly raised my voice to draw everyone’s attention?

Cheng Jue brooded with a sense of grievance.

The people present were all shrewd, and quickly recovered from their surprise, approaching them one by one to greet them.

Those who were a bit slow to catch on were reminded by those around them and also came to their senses, looking for an opportunity to converse.

Fu Jinghen was not in the mood for socializing and brushed off a few strangers who came up to greet him. He was just about to find a quiet place with Wen Qiao when those who couldn’t read the room kept eagerly approaching.

Cheng Jue saw one person after another coming up to greet and ingratiate themselves, and his expression grew increasingly dark, until a Boss from some small advertising agency came up with a glass of alcohol. Exasperated, Cheng Jue bellowed, "My brother and my sister-in-law are here for my birthday, not to discuss business with you. Whoever doesn’t have the sense to back off should just get lost."

The advertising agency’s Boss trembled at these words, some of the alcohol from his glass spilling onto his hand. Without even bothering to wipe it off, he quickly made an abrupt turn to the side.