CHAPTER 653: CHAPTER 652: LET’S TALK NICELY

Cheng Jue had his reasons for giving the first piece of cake to Wen Qiao in such a high-profile manner.

At the beginning, when the FS crisis occurred, outsiders didn’t know, so to them, the marital alliance between Fu Wen’s and Wen Qiao’s families seemed like Wen Qiao was marrying up to Fu Jinghen.

But those close to Fu Jinghen knew the truth, and it wasn’t so simple.

Where there are many people, there are many disputes, and those unaware would surely gossip upon seeing them together today.

Being in the same circle, Cheng Jue could guess what kinds of words would come out of their mouths even with his eyes closed.

If Fu Jinghen didn’t like Wen Qiao and there was no affection between them, it would be one thing, but Fu Jinghen cherished Wen Qiao immensely, and Cheng Jue, protective as always, knew that while these people might avoid discussing it in his and Fu Jinghen’s presence, it wouldn’t stop him from setting the record straight for Wen Qiao.

He never cared to save face for anyone. If Wen Qiao were just nominally Fu Jinghen’s fiancée today, he certainly wouldn’t be so warm with her.

Those who came to Cheng Jue’s birthday knew his temper, and precisely because of this, Cheng Jue made a show of elevating Wen Qiao in front of everyone, extinguishing any lingering rumors.

In his eyes, whether someone is considered marrying up didn’t matter at all; as long as they were liked by Fu Jinghen, even if they were a street beggar, they deserved to be respectfully called sister-in-law.

"No need," Fu Jinghen lifted his chin, "I’ll share a piece with your sister-in-law."

"That works too."

Shouldn’t he be more observant when the couple is flirting?

Cheng Jue turned and dove back into the crowd to distribute the cake.

Wen Qiao’s calorie intake was a bit high today, she symbolically ate a small piece of Cheng Jue’s birthday cake, then left the rest for Fu Jinghen to handle.

Fu Jinghen didn’t show any disgust and finished the remaining cake.

The cake, ordered by Qin Xiang for Cheng Jue, was five tiers high. After everyone had a piece, there was still some left. The people standing behind Cheng Jue exchanged glances, approached together, two grabbed his arms, and another pushed his head down into the remaining cake.

Cheng Jue broke free from their grip and raised his head from the cake, his face smeared with cream.

"Damn..."

He wiped the cream around his eyes and scanned the crowd, "Who just pressed my head and grabbed my arms? Come out, you think sneak attacks are funny?"

He identified three people, "It was you three, wasn’t it?"

"Brother Cheng, how can you have a birthday without getting creamed, right?"

"Easy, easy, let’s talk this out."

"Brother Cheng, you can’t start a fight on your birthday."

Cheng Jue chuckled, "Sure, I won’t start a fight."

Just when they sighed in relief, Cheng Jue charged straight at them, smearing his face and hand cream back onto them.

The onlookers quickly dodged, fearing getting involved.

But as the battlefield grew, many more gradually joined the melee.

Wen Qiao found it somewhat dull and sat at the bar with Fu Jinghen, watching the chaos unfold.

Perhaps being influenced by Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao felt that her mental age was more mature when she was with him than her actual age.

She always had the illusion that she and Fu Jinghen were of the same age.

Just like now, watching these older individuals creating a ruckus, she found little interest.