CHAPTER 581: CHAPTER 579: IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, WHAT CAN I DO?

Fu Jinghen glanced at Wen Qiao’s reddening ears without a hint of expression and knew that if he laughed now, he would definitely be blacklisted by her again. He could only secretly laugh in his heart while pretending he knew nothing. "Hmm, I know."

"..."

Wen Qiao felt that her temper was really something else in front of Fu Jinghen.

He contradicted her, not good. He agreed with her, still not good.

Wen Qiao gave Fu Jinghen an annoyed glance and turned to walk away.

While taking photos earlier, Wen Qiao had messaged Xiao Chu to tidy up the makeup room to save some time.

By the time she reached outside the set, Xiao Chu was already waiting there with the bunch of red roses.

Wen Qiao walked over. "Where’s the other bouquet?"

Fu Jinghen stopped in his tracks.

Xiao Chu blinked. "What other bouquet? There’s only this bunch of red roses on the table."

Wen Qiao recalled what Lin Ruochun had told her half an hour ago. She turned around, and with understanding, she looked at Fu Jinghen, "President Fu, where is my other bouquet?"

"I don’t know."

Perhaps because it was his first time lying about doing something wrong, Fu Jinghen’s face looked slightly unnatural.

Wen Qiao snorted lightly. "Fu Jinghen, you really are more childish than I thought."

Fu Jinghen wore an expression of "What are you talking about? I don’t understand" as he looked at Wen Qiao. Before he could say anything, he saw a delivery man approaching Wen Qiao with a bouquet of lilies.

"..."

"Is this Ms. Wen Qiao?"

Wen Qiao didn’t expect there to be a continuation and nodded blankly.

"These flowers are from Mr. Lin, wishing you a joyful completion of filming."

As the delivery man handed over the flowers, just as Wen Qiao was about to take them, she suddenly thought of something, changed direction, and pointed towards Fu Jinghen, "Give the flowers to him."

The delivery man turned and handed the flowers to Fu Jinghen.

Fu Jinghen’s dark expression contrasted sharply with the pure white lilies, and he took the flowers with a heavy load of resentment after seeing Wen Qiao smiling cunningly.

Once the delivery man left, Wen Qiao pointed at a trash bin five meters away from them, "President Fu, the trash bin is over there."

"..."

Resigned, Fu Jinghen raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I was wrong."

Xiao Chu was dumbfounded for a moment, not expecting the usually lofty Fu Jinghen to admit his fault so smoothly and naturally.

For someone of his status, it was unlikely for him to easily admit he was wrong.

Xiao Chu quietly tugged at Wen Qiao’s clothes and whispered, "I greatly admire your ability to manage your husband."

Wen Qiao didn’t notice Xiao Chu’s wording at the moment, "Keep it low-key."

While they were speaking, Fu Jinghen walked over, first glancing at Xiao Chu. Xiao Chu quickly understood and, holding the flowers, circled to the other side of the van, leaving the space for the two of them.

Wen Qiao asked, "You sent her away, what do you want?"

Fu Jinghen, "It’s broad daylight, what could I possibly do?"

"..."

Right.

Fu Jinghen handed her the bouquet of lilies sent by Lin Luang. "The flowers from Huo Mutian, I threw them away."

Wen Qiao looked at him with an "I knew it" expression, knowing there was more to come.

"I don’t like other men sending you flowers," Fu Jing paused, "not even carnations."

Wen Qiao’s mouth twitched.

The way Fu Jinghen seriously delivered that line was somewhat funny.