CHAPTER 567: CHAPTER 565: THE INDESTRUCTIBLE COCKROACH

Director Zhang, who was a tough guy in his youth, still had a fiery temper even as he aged, but now his tone was truly rare in its gentleness.

Indeed, the side that one shows in front of someone they like is always the most special.

Wen Qiao had her hands reversed, propping up her chin and listening, watching, and she couldn’t help but start laughing.

For some reason, she felt very happy.

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Fu Jinghen, Director Zhang, and the lead actors sat at one table, while the rest of the crew occupied another.

Perhaps it was a rapport cultivated from previous meals, but this time, without a word, the spot to the left of Fu Jinghen was left empty.

The reason was simple—

Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao were both left-handed, making it possible for them to eat together without hindering Fu Jinghen’s movements.

Wen Qiao silently scratched her glabella and, without a word, walked over and sat down.

As they ate, Fu Jinghen began to get restless.

On the surface, he was having a lively conversation with Director Zhang and the producer, but his hand beneath the table would occasionally tease Wen Qiao.

The tip of the man’s fingers lightly scratched the back of Wen Qiao’s hand. Wen Qiao, maintaining her composure, picked up some food with her chopsticks. Thanks to the practice from previous meals, she was now quite adept at using her left hand.

Seeing no reaction from her, Fu Jinghen grew increasingly bold.

A finger snuck between hers, and when she still didn’t react, he continued his movement.

Just as the man’s hand was about to interlock with hers, Wen Qiao suddenly withdrew her own and slapped Fu Jinghen’s hand hard.

At the same moment as the slap landed, she lifted her head and reached out to pick up the sweet and sour pork from Fu Jinghen’s plate. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his right hand holding the wine glass pause, followed by a light huff.

That’ll teach him for not focusing on eating and instead trying to flirt with her.

Serves him right.

The private room was filled with the sounds of conversation and laughter; only Wen Qiao, who was close to the source, could hear the slap distinctly, but still she glanced guiltily around the table.

Seeing no change in anyone else’s expression, that nothing had been noticed, she finally relaxed completely.

Fu Jinghen was as resilient as a cockroach on his journey to win his wife.

After being slapped, he quickly rallied, and after being slapped several more times, Wen Qiao seemed to tire of it. When Fu Jinghen tried again, she let him be.

As their hands had just clasped, the producer at the same table accidentally dropped his chopsticks. Seeing him bend down to pick them up, Wen Qiao hurriedly shook off Fu Jinghen’s hand.

But, due to the excessive force, the back of her hand painfully knocked against the solid wood dining table.

The pain made Wen Qiao frown instantly as she hunched over slightly.

Fu Jinghen heard the dull sound and turned to look, instinctively reaching for Wen Qiao’s hand, and realizing she had knocked it because she was trying to shake him off, he forcefully stopped his movement, hiding the concern in his eyes and asked casually, "Did you knock it?"

Hearing this, Director Zhang also looked toward Wen Qiao, "What happened? Where did you knock it?"

"I was just trying to turn the table and accidentally knocked it," Wen Qiao explained, "It’s nothing, just a minor issue."

Director Zhang gave her a reproachful look, "You girl..."

As the initial sharp pain subsided, Wen Qiao shook off her hand and continued eating.

Fu Jinghen glanced at her inconspicuously and tapped Wen Qiao’s thigh, then picked up his phone and stood up, "Excuse me everyone, I have something to attend to, I’ll be back shortly."

None dared to stop Fu Jinghen, all encouraging him to go ahead with his business.

Not long after Fu Jinghen left, the mobile phone in Wen Qiao’s pocket vibrated.