CHAPTER 583: CHAPTER 581: NOT AS GOOD-LOOKING AS YOU

Never mind.

Letting him touch her hands would neither harm nor take anything away.

Whenever they were together, Fu Jinghen particularly liked to play with her hands, pinching her fingertips, pinching her palms. Wen Qiao wasn’t sure if Fu Jinghen naturally had a fetish for hands or if he had some inexplicable obsession with hers.

Over time, this habit seemed to have been passed on to her. When Fu Jinghen pinched her hand, she would also pinch his.

For instance, right now, after walking for a while, Wen Qiao remembered the pack of tissues Fu Jinghen had pulled out earlier, pinched his fingertips, and, when he looked over, asked, "Why do you still carry tissues with you? Not many guys are that attentive."

"They’re kept for you, in case you need them." Fu Jinghen pinched back her fingers, his grip slightly firmer than usual, "Not many guys? You know many, do you?"

"Not bad." Wen Qiao stated with a bit of pride, "Didn’t I tell you before? I have a good rapport with the opposite sex."

Fu Jinghen nodded with an "I know" expression and turned his head away, "Oh."

"..."

Wen Qiao wrinkled her nose, "Why do I smell vinegar in the airport, do you smell it?"

Fu Jinghen honestly replied, "I smell it, it’s coming from me."

Wen Qiao burst out laughing and turned to face Fu Jinghen, staring at him.

"What are you staring at me for?"

Wen Qiao tilted her chin up, "Because you are good-looking, is that a problem?"

"You’re better looking."

"..."

Seeing Wen Qiao fall silent, Fu Jinghen looked at her again and asked, "Do you have any plans after you get back?"

"Sister Yao gave me three days off to rest and readjust before starting work," Wen Qiao asked, "Why? Want to ask me out?"

Fu Jinghen nodded, tugged on her a bit to sidestep a worker pushing a cart and continued, "The day after tomorrow there’s a dinner, and they asked to bring a plus one, but I don’t have one."

He said it in a pitiful, aggrieved tone.

Wen Qiao pretended not to understand his hint and teased him, "President Fu is joking, right? You can’t find a date? Just by hooking your finger, let alone one, you’d have a whole line of dates."

"I don’t want that many." Fu Jinghen looked at her, "I just want you."

"..."

Why does this guy always start spouting love words at the drop of a hat?

Wen Qiao blinked, "The day after tomorrow, huh? But I already promised to accompany Huo Mutian to a dinner yesterday, so..."

After saying this, she sensed the atmosphere between them stiffen momentarily.

Fu Jinghen looked down, softly murmuring, "Hmm."

Seeing the dejected look on Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao’s heart gave a small squeeze.

"Don’t be like this." Wen Qiao shook the hands they held together, "It’s a matter of first come, first served. It’s not my fault you were a step behind him."

"Hmm."

"You don’t have to be so unhappy. You just threw away the flowers someone else gave me, though he doesn’t know, but I’m here to apologize on your behalf, you know?"

"Hmm."

"Moreover, we haven’t patched things up, so I’m not bound to attend the dinner with you. What’s wrong with me promising someone else?"

"Hmm."

"..."

Wen Qiao abruptly stopped, pulling Fu Jinghen to a halt as well.

He looked at her puzzledly and before he could ask "what’s wrong," Wen Qiao raised her leg and kicked out.