CHAPTER 487: CHAPTER 485: TROUBLED HEART

Fu Jinghen wasn’t the least bit affected. "No worries, don’t mind me. The choice has always been yours, do as you wish."

Wen Qiao simply nodded in agreement with an "it’s up to you" attitude and lifted her hand to point at the locked car door. "Are we done talking? Can I unlock the door now?"

"There’s one more thing," Fu Jinghen said.

"What?"

Fu Jinghen pointed to the phone in her hand. "Could you accept my friend request?"

Relenting slightly, Wen Qiao nodded, "Alright then."

Fu Jinghen smiled, and with a movement of his hand, there was a "click" sound as the door lock opened.

Wen Qiao was about to make a move when she caught a glimpse of the person beside her also starting to move. She turned her head and made a stopping gesture with an open palm, "Thank you, President Fu, for the ride tonight. It’s okay to stop here."

Hearing the detachment in Wen Qiao’s words, Fu Jinghen paused, hid a flicker of loss from his eyes, and nodded. "Okay."

Wen Qiao pushed open the car door, walked into the apartment lobby with unhurried steps, and didn’t look back.

It was only when she was alone in the elevator that Wen Qiao finally allowed herself to step back with composure, leaning against the elevator wall, staring at the shiny doors, lost in thought.

The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor, and Wen Qiao stepped out.

Jiang Yao happened to come out to throw away trash and casually asked upon seeing her, "Back already?"

Wen Qiao, having composed herself, nodded and asked, "What time are we signing the contract tomorrow?"

"Nine o’clock," Jiang Yao said. "We’ll head straight to the airport after signing the contract."

"Okay."

Wen Qiao unlocked her apartment door, walked in, and turned on the light by the entrance.

Her phone vibrated. She looked down to see a message from Fu Jinghen.

She had just accepted his friend request while waiting for the elevator.

[Fu Jinghen: Are you home?]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Yes.]

[Fu Jinghen: Can you turn on a light?]

Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow, changed into slippers, and turned on the living room lights.

She knew Fu Jinghen was waiting downstairs and hadn’t left yet. After turning on the light, she didn’t bother to go to the balcony but went straight to her bedroom.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: President Fu can leave now.]

[Fu Jinghen: Okay.]

Fu Jinghen leaned on his car, looking up at the window that just lit up with a light. After a long while, he withdrew his lingering gaze, turned, got into his car, and drove away.

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The next morning at half-past seven, Jiang Yao came on time to wake Wen Qiao, and by eight o’clock, both descended downstairs and got into the nanny car.

Xiao Chu handed them the breakfast she had bought.

Wen Qiao had a bit of insomnia the night before, only managing to fall asleep at three in the morning. She freshened up with some cold water, which woke her up a bit, but her appetite was still lacking. She listlessly drank a few sips of soy milk.

Wen Qiao glanced at Jiang Yao eating her fragrant pancake on the side and sighed, "You have a really good appetite."

Seeing the dark circles under her eyes, Xiao Chu asked, "Didn’t you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah," Wen Qiao replied lazily. "Had a bit of insomnia."

Wen Qiao usually slept like a log, and hearing her say this prompted Jiang Yao to look over, "Something on your mind?"

Wen Qiao shook her head, "Not quite."

It was just that whenever she closed her eyes, Fu Jinghen’s words lingered like an echoing melody, impossible to dispel.

"I’ll take a nap."

Wen Qiao handed her soy milk to Jiang Yao and closed her eyes for a brief rest.

Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu quieted down, careful not to disturb her.

Zheng Chen had his own personal studio in an office building in Jiangcheng City Center.

During rush hour in the morning, the traffic was congested for a while, and they were ten minutes late to Zheng Chen’s studio, but still within the agreed-upon time frame.