CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 423: THE OCTOPUS REAPPEARS

When Wen Qiao’s figure completely disappeared into the bathroom, the smile on Fu Jinghen’s face suddenly vanished.

Feng Susu had given him the room card with some intentions in mind, and so had he.

He wanted to see how Wen Qiao would react after finding out about this, but ultimately, he couldn’t bring himself to be so cruel.

Especially when he saw Wen Qiao with her head down, following Director Li with a sullen look, he felt even less willing to let Wen Qiao experience the emotions he was going through.

He had heard that a person’s original family could affect them for a lifetime, and he didn’t know how much the divorce between Wen Feng and Jiang Lai due to Wen Feng’s affair had impacted Wen Qiao, so after he returned to the room, he threw away the room card and even took a shower beforehand to avoid letting Wen Qiao smell that unpleasant perfume on him.

He had thought that Wen Qiao would be angry after finding out, and out of possessiveness, there probably wasn’t a woman who could remain indifferent upon hearing that another woman was setting her sights on her fiancé.

But when Wen Qiao really got angry, he started to feel awkward.

Although he had never had a woman, skipping directly to having a young fiancée without dating first, he wasn’t ignorant about relationships. He could sense the changes in Wen Qiao’s feelings for him. Perhaps she was using him as a stepping stone for her career out of necessity, or maybe it was the reliance and the slight affection that had grown from spending so much time together recently. Or perhaps even within those affections, there were traces of genuine fondness.

But all of this wasn’t what Fu Jinghen wanted; he wanted Wen Qiao to firmly choose him and stand by his side.

He didn’t mind being used by Wen Qiao as a stepping stone for her career, but what if one day she no longer needed him?

And she had said before, the romance of student days was the most beautiful. Qi Ming must be someone special in her heart.

So was her slight affection for him enough to outweigh the place Qi Ming held in her heart?

Fu Jinghen, who always had a clear strategy for everything, for the first time felt a deep sense of helplessness with Wen Qiao, as well as resignation to the unpredictability of the future.

Even in business, where he made decisions swiftly and decisively, he felt fear for the first time.

Listening to the sound of water pouring in the bathroom, Fu Jinghen laughed at himself with a sense of irony.

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The program recording started at eight-thirty, and Fu Jinghen had set his alarm for five-thirty in the morning, planning to return to his room before everyone else woke up.

The alarm had just gone off when Fu Jinghen opened his eyes.

The person in his arms seemed to be disturbed by the brief ringtone, her brows furrowed slightly, hugging his waist tighter, her little face nuzzling his chest.

Ever since that night in Hang City when Wen Qiao fell asleep holding him, for the next few days that Fu Jinghen spent in Hang City, she woke up in his arms every morning.

Once the body has memorized something, it’s hard to forget; last night, after falling asleep, Wen Qiao had rolled into his arms again automatically.

And so, the spectacle of the "octopus" re-emerged.

With the warm, soft beauty in his arms and early in the morning, the way she rubbed against him made it very difficult for Fu Jinghen to restrain his ardor.

Staring at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and suppressing the fire in his heart, Fu Jinghen closed his eyes and removed Wen Qiao’s hand from himself.

Wen Qiao liked to hold onto something while sleeping, and once Fu Jinghen left, her arms would be empty. Just as her brows were about to furrow again, Fu Jinghen quickly stuffed a pillow into her arms. Wen Qiao then contentedly turned over and continued to fall deep into sleep.