CHAPTER 586: CHAPTER 584: THE FLAG THAT WON’T BE RESET

The plane touched down at Jiang City International Airport around noon, and Feng Li had gotten the news and had been waiting at the airport since morning, driving a seven-seater business van to pick them up.

Fu Jinghen took Wen Qiao and three other third wheels to lunch, and after finishing, he dropped Wen Qiao back at her apartment before returning to the company.

Wen Qiao stood on the balcony and quietly poked her head out, watching Fu Jinghen’s car leave the complex. Just as she was about to turn around, Jiang Yao unexpectedly appeared beside her, holding a cup of water in her hand.

"Tsks tsks tsks, if you’re so interested, why not let President Fu know? Why sneak around here and peep?"

Wen Qiao had nothing to hide in front of Jiang Yao, "It’s precisely because I’m interested that I can’t let him know, or he’d be too smug and unbearable."

"You’re always the clever one," Jiang Yao took a sip of water and said, "But President Fu has been so good to you, hasn’t he shaken your foundation a bit?"

"A tiny bit, perhaps."

"Hmm, a tiny bit," Jiang Yao looked at her meaningfully, "I wonder if you still remember your previous declaration that you ’won’t get back together’?"

"I remember," Wen Qiao was not at all embarrassed by being called out, "What about it? The phrase ’It’s so good’ has become a label for contemporary youth; I’m just trying to keep up with the trends."

Jiang Yao: "..."

You sure have a lot of excuses.

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The body clock is a terrifying thing; even though she didn’t have to film anymore and had specifically turned off her alarm the day before, Wen Qiao still woke up at the usual time.

But her brain didn’t wake up with her body.

Annoyed, she turned over in bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, it was already past ten o’clock. Lying in bed, Wen Qiao first scrolled through Weibo before switching to WeChat.

A whole row of unread messages were neatly arranged, but Wen Qiao’s eyes were drawn first to Fu Jinghen’s name.

She opened the chat box with Fu Jinghen and read the messages one by one.

At seven o’clock, Fu Jinghen had messaged her good morning.

Twenty minutes later, Fu Jinghen had sent her a photo of his breakfast.

At eight o’clock, he said he had arrived at the office.

Ten minutes after that, he mentioned he had a meeting to attend.

An hour and a half later, he said the meeting was over.

Five minutes ago, there were two messages, one said, "Not awake yet?"

The other called her a lazybones.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I can finally sleep in. Why should I have to get up early?]

Fu Jinghen seemed to be guarding his phone, replying instantly.

[Fu Jinghen: Awaken?]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Are you asking a stupid question? Would I be messaging you if I wasn’t awake?]

Fu Jinghen sent an emoji of a rabbit with droopy ears, with the caption—My bad.

Wen Qiao smiled and sent back an emoji with the caption, "Can’t be bothered to argue with you."

[Fu Jinghen: What are you planning to do later?]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Tidy up the house, it’s a mess, and then make some food.]

[Fu Jinghen: Hmm hmm JPG.]

[Fu Jinghen: I still don’t know what to have for lunch.]

This message was immediately followed by an emoji of a puppy covering its mouth, eyes looking upward.

It looked pitiful.

An emoji that seemed to clash with Fu Jinghen’s usual persona.

She wondered what kind of mood he was in when he used these emojis to chat with her.

Wen Qiao pursed her lips and smiled.