CHAPTER 423: CHAPTER 421: COMING TO BUM A BED

"Who did you say lacks charm?" Wen Qiao was displeased, "Our President Fu has plenty of charm, so don’t you look down on him."

"Really incredible, already defending your boss so fiercely," Jiang Yao teased her.

Wen Qiao’s face heated up, and she stomped her foot again, "I may be biased, but now I am! Extremely! Angry!"

She enunciated each word, "Fu Jinghen had better not come looking for me, because even if he were to kneel at the door and beg me today, I still wouldn’t open it for him!"

A minute later, Wen Qiao stood by the door, looking at the tall man outside, with a cold face, "President Fu, did you come looking for me this late at night for something?"

"Aren’t you going to let me in?"

"Doesn’t President Fu have his own room?" Wen Qiao looked at him coldly, "Besides, at this time of night, it’s not very appropriate for someone of your esteemed status to knock on the door of a small, infamous, eighteenth-tier actress like me, right? What if someone sees? I’ll get scolded again."

Listening to her throw mud on herself, Fu Jinghen frowned, raised a hand, pushed against Wen Qiao’s shoulder to move her back, quickly squeezed through the door, and then closed it behind him.

"If you’re afraid of being photographed, better let me in quickly."

"....."

Wen Qiao hadn’t quite processed what had happened when she just felt Fu Jinghen’s figure flash before her eyes, followed by the sound of the door "clicking" shut.

She glared at him, "What are you doing?"

"I’m here to mooch your bed," Fu Jinghen said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "The bed in my room is too hard."

"?"

The audacity of that excuse.

Wen Qiao crossed her arms and looked at him with a half-smirk, "This afternoon you said it was fine, that you could adapt."

"But I never said which bed I was going to adapt to."

The two of them, one sitting and one standing, but Fu Jinghen’s momentum was in no way diminished.

The incandescent light overhead shone brightly onto the man’s slightly lifted face, his gaze direct and fervent, and there were even some emotions that Wen Qiao couldn’t understand or guess.

The two stared at each other for a while, and in the end, it was Wen Qiao who backed down first.

She averted her gaze, speaking nonchalantly, "If President Fu finds his own bed uncomfortable, it’s not necessary to come to me, right? There’s surely no shortage of people who would jump at the chance to accommodate President Fu."

The man didn’t react with the frown and hostile gaze she had expected, but instead seemed thoughtful.

!

See, she told herself!

Men are such dumbasses!

Isn’t this the moment when he should be swearing his loyalty to her?

Instead, he actually started pondering!

"Actually, some woman did slip me her room key."

The anger that was on the verge of erupting in Wen Qiao was poured over by Fu Jinghen like a bucket of oil, erupting like a volcano.

Wen Qiao picked up a throw pillow from the small sofa and flung it at Fu Jinghen.

"You dare to say that! And you even dare to accept it! Then why come looking for me? Why don’t you go over there?" Wen Qiao kept talking as she grabbed the corners of the throw pillow and smacked him with it, "Maybe she’s already prepared, lying on a big bed strewn with roses, wearing a silk slip dress waiting for you to grace her with your presence, you’d better hurry up, don’t keep her waiting."

Fu Jinghen was overwhelmed by her vehement onslaught and fell back onto the bed, with Wen Qiao following, straddling him, and ferociously pummeling him with the pillow.

Seizing the opportunity, Fu Jinghen grabbed her wrist, snatched the pillow, tossed it behind Wen Qiao, and then put his arm around her waist to keep her from falling, "All right, calm down, I threw the card away."