CHAPTER 452: CHAPTER 450: BREAKING OFF THE ENGAGEMENT

"Here’s the thing, Miss Wen," our chief designer really likes you. Even though we’ve assigned the global endorsement to someone else, we still haven’t found a spokesperson for the Asia-Pacific Region. If you—"

"Sorry," Wen Qiao interrupted with a smile, "I really like your designs, but I’ll pass on the endorsement. If we’re not meant to be, there’s no point in forcing it. Thank you for your kind offer, I should be going now."

With that, she forcefully pulled Jiang Yao away from the banquet hall.

"Idiots, all of them, wanting us to pick up their leftovers, dreaming their damn impossible dreams."

It wasn’t until they got into their car that Jiang Yao suddenly erupted into curses.

It startled Xiao Chu so much that she nearly dropped her phone.

She turned, a bit dazed, to look at the back seat, "Sister Yao, what happened?"

"She’s fine," Wen Qiao simply explained, "The endorsement she was set to have fell through, and she’s pissed about it."

"Fell through? Why? Who’s the endorser?"

Jiang Yao ground her teeth and spat out two words, "Wen Shu."

Xiao Chu sat up, "How could this happen, everything was settled and then it fell apart. Are they playing games with us?"

"Right, that’s why I call them big idiots."

"How can they go back on their word? I can’t believe this."

"....."

Listening to the duo’s back-and-forth, Wen Qiao was somewhat bemused. She was the one who had lost the endorsement, yet these two seemed angrier than she was, while she remained surprisingly calm.

Nearly half an hour later, the car stopped at Yujia Garden.

"When you get back, you must ask Fu Jinghen what exactly happened."

"I know," Wen Qiao waved her hand, "Drive safe, take your time."

She watched the car until it turned the corner, then the smile faded from Wen Qiao’s face, and she turned to walk back.

"If that stinking man doesn’t give me a reasonable explanation, I’ll chop him into mince. Jiang Yao is right, they’re all stinking idiots, especially Fu Jinghen—Holy shit, why are you not turning on the lights at home?"

Wen Qiao murmured continuously as she walked into the villa, opened the door, changed her shoes, and then hit the light switch near the entrance. The living room lights instantly brightened the entire house.

When she glanced at the tall figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Wen Qiao was startled almost to the point of levitation.

"What are you looking at there? Go sit on the sofa, I have something—"

Fu Jinghen interrupted her, "Wen Qiao."

"What?"

Wen Qiao’s anger hadn’t dissipated, and her tone was very brusque.

"Let’s call off our engagement."

"......"

"?"

"What did you say?" Wen Qiao, who was about to grab Fu Jinghen’s hand, froze in mid-air, "Say that again?"

"I said," Fu Jinghen turned around, lowering his gaze to look at her, "let’s call off our engagement."

"The reason." Wen Qiao’s hand dropped, "The reason for ending the engagement."

What other reason is needed, isn’t your liking for Qi Ming reason enough?

The two stared at each other for a while, neither speaking, and the atmosphere in the living room turned awkwardly silent.

Fu Jinghen didn’t speak, and Wen Qiao didn’t ask further, just staring intently at him.

After quite some time, Fu Jinghen looked away first, speaking in a calm tone, "No reason."

"Fine." Wen Qiao nodded, "As you wish."

With that, she turned and walked towards the upstairs bedroom.

Fu Jinghen followed her with his gaze, his hands twitching at his side.

About ten minutes later, Wen Qiao came out from the bedroom with her suitcase, having changed out of her evening gown into casual clothes.