CHAPTER 378: CHAPTER 376: THANK MY MOTHER FOR ME

"President Fu’s food choices could never be bad, could they? I don’t care, if you see it, you share it." Song Qian wasn’t giving up and continued to raise his hand.

"Fine."

Wen Qiao glanced at Lin Ruochun, who was seating next to Song Qian with her back to her, walked up to her, and tousled her hair a bit, "I’m leaving now, you two leave some room in your stomachs."

Song Qian waved at her, "Bye."

-

Fu Jinghen’s car was parked in the same spot as it was that morning, and Wen Qiao spotted it right away.

She jogged over, got into the car, and found Fu Jinghen on a business call with Feng Li.

Wen Qiao didn’t interrupt him, fastened her seat belt, and started flipping through her phone.

It wasn’t long before Fu Jinghen hung up the phone.

"What do you feel like eating?"

Wen Qiao’s eyes twirled, and just as she was about to open her mouth, Fu Jinghen, as if he had anticipated her thoughts, said, "Forget about hot pot, fried chicken, barbecue, and the like."

"...."

Wen Qiao deflated like a punctured ball, "Then whatever, you decide."

Fu Jinghen glanced at her and started the car.

The trees on both sides of the street raced backward, and Wen Qiao stared out for a while before suddenly turning to Fu Jinghen, "When are you going back to Jiang City?"

Before the man could speak, Wen Qiao hurriedly explained, "I don’t mean to rush you away, just, based on your phone call just now, it sounded like company business. Aren’t you busy?"

"No problem, I’m not busy."

The talent hired by FS each year at high salaries weren’t just there for show. Although Feng Li seemed a bit off kilter most of the time, his work capability was very reliable, and he could handle most things well. Fu Jinghen’s absence for a while wouldn’t affect the normal operation of the company.

"I’ll go back after your agent returns."

"?"

Wen Qiao sat up a bit straighter, "Where did Jiang Yao go?"

"She went back to find you an assistant," said Fu Jinghen. "Before she left, she told me to wait for her return before leaving and to keep an eye on you."

"I’m grown up already, not a child who needs supervision and won’t get into trouble..." Wen Qiao grumbled discontentedly.

Laughter eupted from the side.

Even without any words, Wen Qiao, with her superior reading comprehension, managed to interpret that laugh as—

Do you even believe the nonsense you’re spouting? Have some self-awareness.

Before Wen Qiao had the chance to explode, Fu Jinghen spoke again, "Other female celebrities create a ’foodie’ persona, but you’re different; you genuinely eat."

"...."

Wen Qiao stared ahead with a taut face, "President Fu, do you know what your biggest flaw is?"

Fu Jinghen was slightly caught off guard by the leap in Wen Qiao’s topic, "What?"

"Everything about you is pretty decent except you just had to have a mouth. If it weren’t for my mom deciding to betroth me to you, I bet you’d be a bachelor for life."

Fu Jinghen paused for a moment before he understood what Wen Qiao meant and hummed in response, "Thank your mom for me; thanks to her, I won’t end up lonely."

Wen Qiao: "....."

That "Mom"...

Sure rolled off his tongue smoothly.

-

This time, Fu Jinghen acted as if he had researched in advance, confidently taking Wen Qiao to a Cantonese restaurant. Upon arrival, someone showed them directly to the reserved private room.

He had already made reservations and still asked her what she wanted to eat.

Superfluous.

Wen Qiao tugged at the back of the man’s hand that was holding hers.

The man slightly moved his wrist, and firmly caught her hand.

Once inside the private room, Fu Jinghen took care of ordering the dishes, while Wen Qiao was left to amuse herself however she pleased.