CHAPTER 502: CHAPTER 500: THE AFFECTED GHOST OF SPRING LONGING

[Qi Xiaoming: Sorry, clicked the wrong button. I’ll have my little uncle leave the group right away.]

...

Clicked the wrong button? I think you did it on purpose.

Director Li piped up immediately in the calm.

[Li Mushun: No need, no need. Having President Fu join the group graces us with his presence.]

...

Is "graces us with his presence" really appropriate here?

Wen Qiao left the group chat and indeed saw that Fu Jinghen had messaged her two minutes earlier.

[Fu Jinghen: Looking for a boyfriend?]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Why?]

[Fu Jinghen: I nominate myself.]

Wen Qiao didn’t respond to that message, instead asking if Qi Ming adding him to the group was his idea.

[Fu Jinghen: Yes.]

Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow but didn’t expect him to admit it so readily.

[Fu Jinghen: When pursuing someone, one must gather firsthand information. Don’t worry, I won’t talk, nor will I let others know.]

Tsk.

Was Fu Jinghen getting straightforward with her now?

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Whatever.]

[Fu Jinghen: If you’re considering dating someone, how about considering me first?]

...

A grown man flirting like that.

And asking if it’s okay.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Those considered first are usually exceptional in some way.]

[Fu Jinghen: Does being rich count?]

...

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: If it’s someone I truly like, I wouldn’t mind even if he’s a beggar.]

[Fu Jinghen: But a beggar can’t buy you crocodile leather and lambskin.]

...

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Then I just won’t carry them!]

Perhaps sensing Wen Qiao’s embarrassed anger through the screen, Fu Jinghen cleverly changed the topic.

[Fu Jinghen: Am I good-looking?]

[Wen Qiao: There are plenty of people more attractive than you. I met one today, prettier than a woman, you’re not indispensable.]

[Fu Jinghen: Too much beauty in a man isn’t good, I’m just right.]

Upon reading this, Wen Qiao couldn’t help but laugh.

She never knew Fu Jinghen had such a childish and adorable side.

Wen Qiao stretched out two fingers to smooth her upturned lips.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Unfortunately, I don’t like "just right."]

This time, Fu Jinghen didn’t immediately reply.

?

He wasn’t upset, was he?

Wen Qiao scratched at her eyebrow, typed out "I" and then deleted it.

If he ran away, so be it.

If he can’t even handle this, he shouldn’t be pursuing her.

Just as Wen Qiao was about to exit the chat window with Fu Jinghen, he sent a message.

It was an emoji of a little panda wiping tears with a handkerchief.

?!

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Has your account been hacked?]

[Fu Jinghen: No.]

Guessing what Wen Qiao might be perplexed about, Fu Jinghen answered before she could ask.

[Fu Jinghen: Don’t you like using these kinds of emojis when chatting? I need to keep up with you.]

...

Oh.

He’s quite good at this.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Where did you get it from?]

[Fu Jinghen: I just asked my secretary for it, took me a few minutes.]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Oh~ collecting emojis, a vast fall from a high pedestal. Isn’t President Fu afraid of being laughed at by his secretary?]

[Fu Jinghen: If it’s for you, it doesn’t matter.]

Wen Qiao’s lips curved up again.

This time, she didn’t hold herself back.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I’m going to sleep.]

[Fu Jinghen: Okay, don’t set the air conditioning too low.]

[Fu Jinghen: Good night.]

Wen Qiao didn’t reply to Fu Jinghen again, put down the phone, and, humming a tune, walked into the bathroom in her pajamas.

Jiang Yao, who was sitting next to her handling subsequent matters, looked at her disdainfully.

Such a lovestruck drama queen.