CHAPTER 645: CHAPTER 644: A MAN AND 41 FLOWERS

Other people who had considered cozying up to Fu Jinghen also abandoned the idea of striking up a conversation with him and settled down.

Cheng Jue wasn’t upset because Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao’s arrival had stolen his thunder; he also somewhat understood Fu Jinghen. Although Fu Jinghen appeared approachable on the surface, there was already a hint of impatience between his brows.

After all, it was because of Cheng Jue’s loud call that everyone had gathered around; naturally, Cheng Jue wanted to clear his own name.

The most important thing was that as the birthday boy, he had spoken no more than five sentences to Fu Jinghen before being constantly interrupted, and he was quite annoyed.

Cheng Jue was outspoken and didn’t mince his words. Whatever he thought, he would say. His nature was simple, but it also made it easy to make enemies.

Fu Jinghen offered a diplomatic smile. "Today is Cheng Jue’s birthday, not ours. For work matters, let’s find another opportunity to talk."

Having said that, he led Wen Qiao towards the patio, where there were fewer people.

Cheng Jue followed them, muttering, "Brother, how can you always be so patient? If it were me, I would have chased off the first person who approached."

"No matter what, they all came for your birthday. Guests should be respected. If you didn’t like it, you shouldn’t have agreed to let them come in the first place."

Fu Jinghen lifted his hand and tilted his head towards Wen Qiao, "Watch the step."

Cheng Jue watched the scene and felt a chill.

Luckily, he had already learned about Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao’s relationship and had pulled back in time. Knowing how Fu Jinghen treated Wen Qiao like the apple of his eye, if Cheng Jue had continued to provoke Wen Qiao, he probably would have met a terrible end.

Also luckily, when he tried to be romantic and sent roses to Wen Qiao for a week, he had wisely remained anonymous; otherwise, he doubted he’d live to see his 25th birthday.

Fu Jinghen noticed his gaze and looked back with an emotionless question, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing!" Cheng Jue instantly straightened his head, focusing forward, "I was just thinking how good your relationship with the sister-in-law is."

It was a feeling of having narrowly escaped disaster, that’s all.

"..."

He’d gone so far as to use honorifics.

Wen Qiao felt a bit like laughing. She leaned out to look at Cheng Jue, "Are you a bit scared of him?"

It was a joke. He nearly messed with someone else’s wife unbeknownst to himself. How could he not be scared?

Cheng Jue quickly shook his head, "Why would I be scared of my brother, who is so amiable? I respect him."

After saying that, he remembered something else and added, "But from today onwards, there’s another person I respect, and that’s you, sister-in-law."

"..."

Wen Qiao stood up straight, tiptoed, and approached Fu Jinghen’s ear. In a voice that was not too loud but just enough for Cheng Jue to hear, she said, "The term ’amiable and approachable’ is usually used to describe the elderly."

"Is that so?"

Fu Jinghen’s tone was quite nonchalant.

Cheng Jue tensed up and quickly corrected, "Brother Fu, I definitely didn’t mean to imply you’re old. A man is like a flower at forty, and you’re only twenty-seven, in the prime of youth, not old at all."

"Why are you panicking?" Wen Qiao said with a smile, "We didn’t say you were implying anything about Fu Jing, did we? Isn’t this ’protesting too much’?"

Cheng Jue: "..."

How could he forget, this sister-in-law was no easy person to deal with.

"Sister-in-law, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have provoked you on the street back then, and I certainly shouldn’t have whistled at you."