CHAPTER 647: CHAPTER 646: THE TYRANT FORCES THE BOW

"How did you know that?" Fu Jinghen suddenly asked out of the blue.

Wen Qiao scooped a small piece of cake into her mouth, finding it quite tasty, and she scooped another piece and brought it to Fu Jinghen’s mouth, "It’s pretty good, try some."

Fu Jinghen opened his mouth and bit the cake off the fork.

"Because I understand you." Wen Qiao’s eyes twinkled with a smile, "I’m your ’understanding flower.’"

Fu Jinghen paused for a moment.

Wen Qiao seemed completely unaware of the shock her words had brought Fu Jinghen, casually continuing to eat her cake and taking a sip of lemon water to offset the sweetness in her mouth, she then continued, "I’ve seen plenty of people who talk the talk but don’t walk the walk. You’re the first I’ve encountered who does the opposite."

Fu Jinghen smiled but didn’t say anything.

He really didn’t know what to say at that moment to express the feelings in his heart.

He wasn’t the kind of person to seek recognition, he just did what he wanted to do without any ulterior motives, if there had to be a reason, it would be because he felt the other person was worth it, so he’d do his best to be good to them.

He felt that once some things were spoken, they would change their flavor, as if he were asking for something in return, which he was not.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t hope someone would understand him.

Wen Qiao was precisely that person who understood him.

Fu Jinghen was very pleased, because of what Wen Qiao had just said, and because the one who understood him was Wen Qiao, the person he loved.

"I don’t know what to say about you." Wen Qiao lifted her eyelids to glance at him, muttering, "You do so much behind the scenes and show only a tiny bit, people usually can’t wait to flaunt what they’ve done seeking praise, but you, you’re hiding it like it was something bad."

"Now I have you, right?" Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao with affection and warmth in his eyes, "From now on, you can speak for me."

"Then you’ll have to pay me a representation fee." Wen Qiao negotiated with him, "My worth has increased a lot, but considering our close relationship, I can offer you a ninety-nine percent discount."

"Sure, whatever amount you say."

He wouldn’t hesitate to give her all his assets if that’s what she wanted.

Just as Wen Qiao began internally calculating how much money she could get from Fu Jinghen, she heard him say, "No doubt about the representation fee, but are you sure our relationship is just ’fairly close’?"

"..."

Wen Qiao couldn’t help but think back to the kiss they had shared in the car earlier; her face heated up and she smacked Fu Jinghen’s arm, "That was you overstepping with force, and me failing to resist in time."

Fu Jinghen’s gaze stayed on Wen Qiao’s face, and when her palm came down, he didn’t even look but accurately caught her hand.

Her hand had just held a lemon water, cool and comforting to hold.

Wen Qiao glanced at it, said nothing, and didn’t pull her hand away.

There weren’t few people on the terrace, their looks floating subtly towards Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen, but around the two of them seemed to automatically form a barrier, keeping others out, and no one came to disturb them.

A woman’s voice suddenly intruded, breaking the barrier around them.

"Wen Qiao!"

Hearing the voice, Wen Qiao looked up to see Lin Ruochun opening the patio door and hurrying over, followed by Qin Xiang.