CHAPTER 388: CHAPTER 386: THE IRON TREE IS BLOOMING LATELY

Perhaps realizing his behavior was inappropriate, he cast a pleading glance at Feng Li, who sat at his deputy’s position. As soon as Feng Li caught his eye, he steeled himself and turned to look at Fu Jinghen.

Previously occupied with taking minutes of the meeting, Feng Li hadn’t paid attention to Fu Jinghen. Upon looking, he realized something was amiss.

How come President Fu looked... like he was zoning out?

He clenched his fist and lightly coughed twice into his hand, "President Fu."

"President Fu, it’s your turn to speak."

"Hmm?" Fu Jinghen suddenly snapped back to reality, relaxed his eyebrows, glanced at Feng Li, and following his suggestive gaze, turned to the marketing manager.

Just as the marketing manager braced himself for "Thunder God’s Hammer," Fu Jinghen slightly nodded, "Not bad, quite good, next."

Feng Li: "....."

Uninitiated bystanders might think you were selecting concubines here.

Just as the Planning Department’s manager was about to speak, Fu Jinghen’s phone on the table lit up. He glanced at it casually and a slight stir arose in his heart upon seeing the two familiar words.

Fu Jinghen unnoticeably shifted his gaze back, "Let’s take a ten-minute break."

After saying that, he stood up from his chair, took his phone, and walked out of the meeting room.

No sooner had Fu Jinghen stepped out than Feng Li was surrounded by people, bombarding him with questions.

"Assistant Feng, what’s with President Fu today? Is he in a bad mood?"

"The meeting has hardly begun and we’re already taking a break—that’s unprecedented."

"When President Fu was staring at me just now, I had already figured out how to roll out of FS in my mind."

"You’re already talking about rolling, what other pose could there be?"

"Assistant Feng, say something."

I wish I could.

If only you’d give me a chance.

At the center of the crowd, Feng Li raised a hand to silence them. Once everyone quieted down, he looked towards the door and said cryptically, "The Iron Tree is blooming lately."

People exchanged looks, then, realizing something, they let out an "Oh," and like Feng Li, directed their gaze towards the door.

-

Back in his office, Fu Jinghen happily opened WeChat.

He had only caught a glimpse of Wen Qiao’s name before and hadn’t had time to read the message.

Now, seeing the content, the smile that had just formed on his lips suddenly froze.

His eyebrows furrowed again.

What did this mean?

Was she blaming him?

With a deeply complex feeling, Fu Jinghen sent a question mark to Wen Qiao.

She quickly replied, not making him wait too long.

Wen Qiao sent him two screenshots of their chat.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: "See for yourself."]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: "Any intelligent person wouldn’t offer reminders proactively, it’s just looking for trouble."]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: "I’m getting dragged down by your darling nephew!"]

To conclude her complaint, she sent a sticker of a big-eared cartoon character crying while clutching a Coke bottle.

After reviewing the screenshots, Fu Jinghen quickly understood what was going on.

The anxiety in his heart gradually subsided, and he tapped out a response on his screen.

[Fu Jinghen: "Don’t worry, I’m here."]

-

When Wen Qiao saw the five words from Fu Jinghen, she felt disdain.

I’m here?

Even if it were the king of heaven, he probably couldn’t do anything.

But she forgot that Fu Jinghen was much more effective than the king of heaven.

-

To not delay the filming, Wen Qiao still rushed from the set to Yun City to record the program.

She also informed Fu Jinghen of the venue and proposed that they meet directly at Yun City Airport.