CHAPTER 457: CHAPTER 455: SHE DOESN’T LIKE ME

Fu Jinghen had been brought up by Fu Qiang since he was a child, and Fu Qiang’s words carried significant weight in his view.

He put down his hand and caught sight of Feng Li standing at the office door, turning his head to look.

Feng Li instantly shut his gaping mouth and said carefully, "President Fu, Chairman Fu—"

"I know." Fu Jinghen interrupted him, "Go outside."

Feng Li nodded, closed the door, and walked out.

Just as the door was about to close, Fu Qiang said, "Make me a cup of tea."

Feng Li called out, "Alright!"

With only the Fu siblings remaining in the office, Fu Qiang, still irate, smacked Fu Jinghen’s shoulder a few times, then spun around to sit opposite him, placing her bag on the table: "Explain to me clearly what’s going on today. If you don’t, don’t even think about coming back home."

"..."

Fu Jinghen lowered his gaze expressionlessly, "Personality clash."

"Do you think I’m an idiot?" Fu Qiang slammed her hand on the table, "You’re fobbing me off with some random excuse as if I can’t control you now that you’ve grown wings."

Listening to the "slap slap" sound of her hitting the table, Fu Jinghen’s temples also throbbed, "I’m not, don’t get worked up."

"Then tell me why you canceled the engagement," Fu Qiang pressed, looking at him, "Don’t you dare tell me some nonsense about you not liking Wen Qiao and wanting to pursue true love. When the marriage arrangement was first mentioned, I asked you about it, and you didn’t care then, so don’t get all sanctimonious on me now."

"..."

His expression unchanging, Fu Jinghen said, "It’s nothing, just that it was annulled."

As soon as his words fell, something flashed before his eyes, and Fu Jinghen instinctively raised his hand to block. Fu Qiang snorted coldly, lowering her hand, "Stop the nonsense and tell me, my patience is limited."

The answer Fu Jinghen offered to Fu Qiang was silence, nothing more.

Fu Qiang’s fingers tapped on the desk, each tap quicker than the last, right up until the second before her brows furrowed, Fu Jinghen finally spoke.

"She doesn’t like me."

Fu Qiang’s tapping on the desk ceased, and she counter-questioned, "Have you fallen for her?"

"..."

Fu Jinghen looked up at her, silent.

"If you like her, then go after her, give it your best," Fu Qiang, exasperated by his taciturn demeanor, stood up from her chair and slapped him across the table, "How are you supposed to pursue her after canceling the engagement? Chase after thin air?"

Fu Qiang and Jiang Lai were close friends, and from the time Wen Qiao was born, Fu Qiang had visited her often. A child as cute as Wen Qiao would melt anyone’s heart, so when Jiang Lai suggested the marriage arrangement, half of Fu Qiang’s excitement stemmed from the Fu Family’s plight possibly being resolved, and the other half from keeping the ’water’ within their own ’field.’

On the engagement day, seeing Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao standing together, she couldn’t help but feel they were well-matched.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman together were always especially pleasing to the eye.

Now, suddenly hearing about the cancellation of the engagement, Fu Qiang felt a pang in her heart.

"I’ve tried, it’s no use," Fu Jinghen evaded and furrowed his brows, "Sis, stop hitting me all the time."

"I’m hitting you exactly because of you," Fu Qiang glared at him, "How did you even try? How does a man who has lived nearly thirty years and never even touched a woman know how to pursue someone?"

"Sis," Fu Jinghen called out, exasperated, "leave us be."

"Who else will care if I don’t?"

Silent, Fu Jinghen picked up a pen, signed a document, closed it, and pushed it aside, "Anyway, just don’t interfere."

Fu Qiang asked, "So, what’s your plan after this?"