CHAPTER 513: CHAPTER 511: EYES WITHOUT PUPILS

Wen Qiao also turned her head to look, boldly meeting his scrutinizing gaze. After a moment, seeing him nod, she asked, "What do you think of what you’ve seen? Is it a total victory compared to your last confidante?"

Huo Mutian raised an eyebrow, "Why compare only to the last one?"

"Because she’s the only girlfriend of yours I know, and she also pissed me off," Wen Qiao explained. "You could take it as a woman’s jealousy and competitiveness, but if you have to flatter yourself into thinking I’m jealous, that’s fine too, since whatever you think, I can’t interfere."

The girlfriends Huo Mutian had talked about in the past weren’t exactly reserved around him, but to maintain their image, they would still try to conceal their less-than-pleasant thoughts in his presence, either acting decorously or unnaturally strained. Wen Qiao, revealing her thoughts so frankly, could be said to be the first.

And also the first to confront him.

"With the ’vanity’ premise already added, how could I shamelessly link it to jealousy?"

"It’s okay, you have the capital to be vain."

"Too kind," Huo Mutian retracted his gaze, his hand resting on the steering wheel as the car left the entrance of the set. Only then did he answer Wen Qiao’s earlier question, "You’re right, you do have a great figure."

Wen Qiao nodded, satisfied, "Good eye."

"So receiving your compliment means I have good taste," Huo Mutian became playful. "What if I said you didn’t?"

Looking at the neon lights flickering ahead, Wen Qiao’s lips curved into a light smile, "Then tonight’s dinner could really just be about making it up to me."

From the moment they had exchanged glances until now, neither had pierced through the thin layer of pretense, each maintaining a position from which they could advance or retreat. Wen Qiao’s comment undoubtedly poked a small hole in that thin veil.

It was like giving a droplet of water to someone walking in the desert, amplifying their desire for water to a peak.

These implicit hints rarely brought Huo Mutian the feeling of meeting his match.

"Interesting."

He steered with one hand, the other resting on the car window, stroking his chin as he curiously asked, "Such an interesting girl, it really seems a waste to be the fiancée of a dull person like Fu Jinghen."

Wen Qiao momentarily paused upon realizing Huo Mutian knew about her and Fu Jinghen’s situation, then quickly recovered.

Just like those in the entertainment circle always know more gossip than the average person, though Huo Mutian and Fu Jinghen didn’t intersect professionally—one dealing in luxuries, the other in real estate—they were still from the same social circle. If one wanted to dig something up, they generally could.

"It is a bit of a pity." Wen Qiao narrowed her eyes, the night Fu Jinghen proposed breaking off their engagement replayed before her, "So we terminated our engagement."

"Oh?" Huo Mutian turned to glance at her, gossiping, "Who suggested it?"

"He did."

Wen Qiao didn’t twist the truth for the sake of her pride.

"Then he really is blind."

Wen Qiao added with a smile, "So, to prove that there’s nothing wrong with his eyes, he’s now turning around and pursuing me."

Huo Mutian nodded, repeating, "Interesting."

"But," Wen Qiao turned to him, "since you know about me and Fu Jinghen, if I hadn’t mentioned it, you wouldn’t have known that we’ve already called off our engagement. Aren’t you afraid it would look bad coming to apologize to me?"