CHAPTER 431: CHAPTER 429: A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

Cheng Jue shamelessly pestered Fu Jinghen for his flight information and rushed to the airport early to wait for him.

Fu Jinghen came out of the exit and immediately spotted Cheng Jue.

It wasn’t that Cheng Jue stood out in the crowd, it was mainly because he spread his arms, jumped in place, and shouted loudly, "Bro, look at me."

With these antics, it was hard not to notice him.

If possible, Fu Jinghen really wanted to pretend not to know him, but Cheng Jue didn’t give him the chance, as he dashed over and seized his suitcase.

Facing Cheng Jue’s unusually eager helpfulness, Fu Jinghen just glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word.

A few seconds later, Cheng Jue couldn’t hold back any longer. He cautiously glanced at Fu Jinghen, and, seeing his usual expression, felt slightly relieved. Trying to sound nonchalant, he asked, "Bro, I saw the variety show you did with sister-in-law, you two are really a match made in heaven."

Fu Jinghen instantly understood the reason for his unusual behavior, and responded with an emotionless "Hmm."

"....."

What does that "Hmm" mean?

Is he happy or unhappy?

Cheng Jue glanced at Fu Jinghen again, "Bro——"

He had just called out when he felt someone grab his arm and pull him aside; a cleaning vehicle whizzed by next to him.

"Watch the road."

Wow.

His brother is so nice.

Still as caring as ever.

Yet here he was, giving flowers to his brother’s wife behind his back and even trying to hit on her.

An emotional mix of admiration and guilt surged in Cheng Jue’s heart.

"I’ve been busy lately and forgot to ask you, how’s it going with the girl you said you were pursuing?"

"....."

How the hell is he supposed to answer that?

Cheng Jue forced a laugh, "How can it be going... you didn’t help me inquire about her, and I don’t know anything, so what’s there to chase? I gave up, gave up."

"Really?" Fu Jinghen asked, "You gave up just because I didn’t help you?"

"Uh...." Cheng Jue steadied his emotions, "You know me, I’ve had girlfriends by the truckload, why would I waste time and energy on a woman who’s just not that into me?"

Fu Jinghen nodded, "That’s true."

"And besides, when have I ever been rejected by a woman? Suddenly, someone challenges me and hey, my competitive nature kicks in, but then I didn’t see her again, and that enthusiasm has long since faded. I can’t even remember what she looks like now."

Cheng Jue has a problem: he becomes talkative when he’s nervous.

He might not be aware of this liability, but Fu Jinghen was very clear about it.

He caught the slight tension in Cheng Jue’s eyes when he looked at him, and it was somewhat amusing to him.

"Then if you see her again in the future, couldn’t that enthusiasm of yours be stirred up again?"

Cheng Jue: "?"

As if he would dare.

"No way, I change girlfriends more often than I do my underpants. I’m always onto the next thing after a few minutes, I don’t stay fixated for long. You know that, right?" Cheng Jue’s explanations felt increasingly convincing to him, and his excitement soared: "I think she was only special in that moment. After that, I lost interest. There are so many attractive, interesting people out there, where could she possibly rank? It’s impossible for her to have a place in my heart."

Cheng Jue was still caught up in his inexplicable excitement: "Actually, now that I think about it, she wasn’t that special in looks, nor was her figure anything sensational. Plus, she had such a sharp tongue. Maybe it was because I love cars, and when I saw her racing, I automatically added that filter. Who knows who’ll be unlucky enough to fall for her—"