CHAPTER 547: CHAPTER 545: SPENDING THE NIGHT OUT

Fu Jinghen changed his tune so quickly that Wen Qiao didn’t notice anything amiss.

After berating Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao’s attention returned to the mobile phone beside her. Fu Jinghen said with a smile, "If you want to look, just look. There’s nothing I need to hide from you, the password is your birthday."

Wen Qiao took the phone and said, "I don’t have to look, but since you are so sincere in asking me to, I might as well take a look."

Watching her put on an appearance of someone who clearly wanted to look, yet still self-righteously accused him of begging her to do so, Fu Jinghen indulgently nodded, "Right, I’m the one asking you to look."

"Alright then."

Wen Qiao reluctantly nodded, took the phone, and entered her own birth date.

Coincidentally, her and the original body’s birthdays were the same day, and it was an incredibly easy date to remember—

March 21.

After unlocking the phone, Wen Qiao saw a familiar face on Fu Jinghen’s screen.

The girl on the screen had her eyes closed, with the cheek resting against the pillow squeezed into a bunch, looking rather chubby.

Wen Qiao drew from her memory to find the context for this photo and remembered it was probably from a few days ago when she fell asleep during a video call with Fu Jinghen.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked up at Fu Jinghen.

"What is it?"

Wen Qiao shook her head and lowered her gaze back to Fu Jinghen’s phone.

Opening WeChat, the person at the top of the messages list was her.

The remark was just her name.

Wen Qiao didn’t really care, thinking that someone like Fu Jinghen, who was busy with thousands of daily affairs and hardly ever went online, knew to make her a top contact was already quite good. She didn’t expect him to come up with any excessively mushy or cheesy remarks for her.

Unexpectedly, Fu Jinghen began to explain when he saw she didn’t pay much attention, "I didn’t give you any fancy remark because I think no remark could sound better than your name."

It also makes my heart flutter just by glancing at your name.

Wen Qiao pursed her lips, suppressing a smile, "I wasn’t concerned, why are you explaining?"

"I was afraid you might overthink it."

Wen Qiao nodded casually, "Oh."

Right below her chat box was Qi Ming’s.

Just as she expected, he couldn’t help but run to Fu Jinghen to complain, after she had just talked with him.

Wen Qiao glanced over Fu Jinghen’s message list and noticed it seemed like he only made a remark for her, everyone else’s contact was their WeChat name.

If it weren’t for the fact that Wen Qiao had just sent a message to Qi Ming a few minutes before and seen his profile picture, along with his highly distinctive WeChat name.

She tapped on Qi Ming’s chat, which contained a voice message that was seven or eight seconds long.

Wen Qiao played it, and Qi Ming’s panicked voice filled the entire ward—

"Little Uncle, where are you? I’m telling you, Little Aunt just said she’s going out on a date tonight and plans not to come home, saying she won’t even shoot tomorrow, and if the director asks, she told me to cover for her! This afternoon during the live broadcast, she was all sweet and cuddly with Lin Luang, it’s so late now, she couldn’t be going out on a date with him, could she? Are you asleep? If not, rush over here on the first flight."

After listening to the voice message, Wen Qiao’s mouth twitched fiercely.

What she told Qi Ming was that she had something to take care of and might come back early in the morning, possibly being late. How did it turn from that to her going on a date with a man and not coming home for the night through Qi Ming’s mouth?

Annoyed, Wen Qiao forgot whose phone she was holding and pressed the voice message to curse back.