CHAPTER 400: CHAPTER 398: COUPLE OUTFITS

With a high ponytail trailing behind her, she exuded youthful exuberance, resembling a high school student inexperienced in the ways of the world.

Fu Jinghen’s eyes deepened, and he shifted his gaze away before closing the door, "Let’s go."

"Move, move, move, I’m starving to death here."

Qi Ming was about to step forward when he suddenly felt something was off. He turned back and looked at Fu Jinghen, "Little uncle, why did you suddenly put on glasses?"

"Your Little Aunt likes them, so she asked me to wear them."

Fu Jinghen emphasized the words "Little Aunt" and subtly glanced at Wen Qiao.

He didn’t notice any change in her expression.

Qi Ming: "...."

A big scoop of dog food had just fallen from the sky.

He stared at Fu Jinghen with the glasses for a moment before turning around excitedly, "I think I have a pair of glasses too, quite similar to yours, little uncle. I’ll go find them; then, our uncle-nephew duo will rock the scene."

As he spoke, he was about to go back to his room to search.

Fu Jinghen quickly stopped him, "You’re not allowed to go."

Qi Ming, puzzled: "Why not?"

The words Wen Qiao said when she gave him the glasses still echoed in his ears. If Qi Ming went back to find his glasses and put them on, where would that leave him?

Fu Jinghen absolutely wouldn’t allow such an incident within his sphere of influence.

He looked at Qi Ming, schooling him, "Director Li and the others are already waiting in the dining room, do you have the heart to make a group of people wait just for you? Or do you think you can do whatever you want just because I’ve arrived?"

?

That’s not it.

I just wanted to go back for a pair of glasses so we could match, Uncle and Nephew style. How did it escalate to such a serious issue?

The thing Qi Ming feared the most was his little uncle seriously reprimanding him. With bitterness in his heart and words hard to express, his enthusiasm doused, Qi Ming could only reply with a grievance, "Then I won’t go. Let’s go have our meal, okay? Little uncle."

Fu Jinghen hummed in response, and his gaze softened when he turned to look at Wen Qiao, pulling on her wrist to bring her in front of him, "Let’s go."

Considering Wen Qiao’s thoughts, as soon as she reached him, he released her hand.

The two walked side by side towards the elevator, with Qi Ming trailing behind, grinning bitterly.

As he followed, he made a realization.

Hiss.

The two in front of him seemed to be wearing matching outfits?

Both had black and white schemes, only one wore pants while the other wore a skirt.

Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen seemed to be talking about something, and Qi Ming watched the profiles of the two.

One with a high ponytail, the other wearing glasses.

No matter how you looked they resembled a pair from a forbidden teacher-student romance.

Thinking back to what Wen Qiao said about "having no intentions" when they were leaving the house, Qi Ming’s eyes started to glimmer with interest.

Wow, what a way to "have no intentions."

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The three of them entered the private room reserved by Director Li one after the other, and everyone inside stood up to extend a warm welcome.

Of course, this enthusiastic welcome, tinged with a hint of formality, was specially for Fu Jinghen.

Wen Qiao and Qi Ming were just basking in the reflected glory.

Even with a tight budget, Director Li had reserved the hotel’s largest private room and ordered the best dishes to host the esteemed guest, Fu Jinghen.

Fu Jinghen was certainly expected to take the host seat, with Director Li seated to his right, followed by the crew’s staff.

And to the left of Fu Jinghen—

The group unanimously left the seat for Qi Ming.

After all, among this crowd, no one was closer to him than Qi Ming.