CHAPTER 593: CHAPTER 591: DON’T FORGIVE ME TOO QUICKLY

As frequent as it was, she would dream of her parents’ hideous expressions at night, saying that without her, they wouldn’t have died.

So for a while, she became as silent as the original body in the story, not uttering a single word.

But what made her better than the original body was her innate optimism and the three people who loved her, so her wounds healed faster than the original’s did.

Thinking this way, it might have been fate that she crossed into this book to continue living as the original body.

"Don’t forgive me too quickly," Fu Jinghen added, "Or don’t forgive me at all, letting me pursue you continuously is also fine."

Wen Qiao blinked and suddenly laughed, "Don’t worry about that, I never planned to forgive you."

Fu Jinghen grunted quietly and hugged her even tighter.

After they settled their emotions and finished eating, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon.

Fu Jinghen did as he said, automatically cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen after the meal.

Meanwhile, he washed some fruit for Wen Qiao and brought it over to her.

While Wen Qiao lay on the sofa, scrolling through her phone to help digest her food, she kept popping fruit into her mouth.

Suddenly her phone began to vibrate continuously. Switching to WeChat, she saw that it was an audio call from Lin Luang.

She picked up, "Hello? What’s up?"

Fu Jinghen, who was washing dishes with the sound of running water, thought Wen Qiao was calling him. He leaned toward the living room to check, saw her on the phone, and was about to go back when he suddenly heard the name "Lu Ang" escape her lips.

Fu Jinghen paused, went back to the kitchen, turned off the faucet, and listened intently to Wen Qiao’s conversation.

"Today? That works, I’m free this afternoon."

Fu Jinghen dried the last bowl, put it in the rack, removed his apron, hung it, and Wen Qiao’s Jerry Mouse apron, on the fridge handle, then left the kitchen to wash his hands in the bathroom.

Passing by the living room, he cast a fleeting glance at Wen Qiao on the sofa.

Wen Qiao, completely absorbed in her phone call, hadn’t noticed Fu Jinghen’s movements, "So are you coming here or should I go there?"

"That’s fine, I’ll send you the address."

After washing his hands and coming out, Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao and calmly asked, "Was it Lin Luang who called?"

"How did you know?" Wen Qiao was a bit surprised.

"I heard you say his name."

"Oh," Wen Qiao sat up on the sofa, crossing her legs, "He said he’s coming over this afternoon to fulfill his promise to paint for me."

Fu Jinghen nodded, sat down beside her, peeled a grape, and brought it to Wen Qiao’s mouth.

Wen Qiao bit into it, her lips inevitably touching Fu Jinghen’s fingers.

Oblivious, she spoke, "Aren’t you supposed to go back to the office this afternoon?"

Fu Jinghen’s voice was slightly hoarse, "There’s nothing much at the company today, I don’t need to go."

"Hmm?" Wen Qiao blinked in confusion.

"Isn’t Lin Luang coming to paint for you?" Fu Jinghen peeled another grape and brought it to her lips, speaking slowly, "It would be convenient for him to paint the one he promised me as well."

Wen Qiao blinked again, "So, you mean you’re going to stay here all afternoon?"

"Mhm."

Wen Qiao smiled and suggested, "You could have him paint yours separately."

"He’s still in school," Fu Jinghen said lightly, "A child’s studies are important. It’s better for him to do both at once, saves him the trip. I’m thinking of his convenience."