CHAPTER 548: 546

"I told you I had to go out on an errand," she snapped. "How did that turn into going on a date with a man in your story? Have you ever seen anyone dating in a hospital room? Or is that the kind of thrilling spot you and your girlfriend choose for dates? Spreading rumors like this could have legal consequences, you know! Be careful, or I might sue you for defamation."

Qi Ming, who had been waiting anxiously in the hotel for any updates, found himself pacing restlessly. The messages he had sent Wen Qiao sunk without a trace, going unanswered just like those sent to Fu Jinghen.

Just as he was preparing to go out and nab someone for Fu Jinghen, his phone chirped with a notification – a message from Fu Jinghen himself.

Qi Ming continued with putting on his shoes while opening the voice message. A familiar female voice pierced his ears. He halted his actions when the last sentence, shouted by Wen Qiao, made Qi Ming jerk the phone away from his ear.

"....."

He blinked, glancing at the WeChat note. It was indeed his little uncle’s account.

But why was it Wen Qiao’s voice?

He exited and checked the message Wen Qiao had sent him, listening to the voice message sent by Wen Qiao using Fu Jinghen’s WeChat once more, before it finally dawned on him.

Oh.

Wen Qiao was looking for a mystery man who turned out to be his little uncle.

That settled his worries.

He kicked off the shoe he had managed to put on and pressed the voice button to reply—

"So that’s it, I misunderstood the situation then. Anyway, why did my little uncle go to the hospital? Is it serious? Should I go and check on him? Ah, it’s so late already, I better not disturb you two. Besides, if you can’t come back tomorrow, I’ll have to cover for you. I’ll visit after I finish shooting tomorrow then. So that’s that. I wish you a wonderful night in the hospital."

After Qi Ming’s voice message finished playing, the hospital room fell into an eerie silence.

A wonderful night in the hospital?

Only a severely brain-damaged person could say something like that.

Wen Qiao’s face was expressionless while Fu Jinghen struggled mightily to suppress his laughter.

She glanced at Fu Jinghen airily, "What’s so funny?"

He cleared his throat twice, "Nothing, I’m just quite happy."

Wen Qiao immediately got the gist of his happiness.

It was all because of the insinuation in Qi Ming’s words about "not returning home at night."

She planned to leave early the next morning, but hadn’t intended for Fu Jinghen to find out so soon.

Now, when Fu Jinghen saw her still there the next day, she could claim he was the one who had clung to her and wouldn’t let her leave. This time, she wouldn’t even need to say anything.

Wen Qiao narrowed her eyes, "Very happy?"

Fu Jinghen nodded, then seeing her eyes narrow even further, he shook his head.

"Forget it," Wen Qiao gave up. "If you want to laugh, just laugh."

Fu Jinghen lowered his gaze to their intertwined hands, gently touching her pale, delicate fingers as he continued the conversation they hadn’t finished, "Don’t think of me as omnipotent. In my twenty-seven years of life, you are my only variable."

Wen Qiao was startled, taking a moment to realize what he was talking about.

"Before I met you, I thought I could do anything perfectly. I was arrogant, proud, until I fell in love with you," Fu Jinghen paused and let out a soft sigh. "You’re right; our beginning was a mistake. Involvement of interests made this relationship impure, and that’s why I wanted to pursue you again, for us to start over, but..."

As he spoke, there was a self-deprecating twist of his mouth.

Wen Qiao’s heart fluttered, instinctively wanting to say something, but he interrupted her.

Fu Jinghen caressed the back of her hand soothingly, "Don’t rush, just let me finish."