CHAPTER 594: CHAPTER 592: MALE PROTAGONIST

Bullshit, considerate my ass.

Wen Qiao rolled her eyes, "When Lin Luang arrives later and sees you, how am I supposed to explain?"

"I’ll explain it, you don’t have to worry about it," Fu Jinghen said as he stretched his hand out to Wen Qiao’s mouth, "Spit out the seed."

Wen Qiao pushed the grape seed out with the tip of her tongue and spat it into Fu Jinghen’s palm, muttering softly, "You have ulterior motives. You obviously just don’t want me to be alone with another man."

Fu Jinghen glanced at her, "If I let you be alone with him, I’d be worried. I’d be distracted all afternoon and wouldn’t be in the mood to work. If I made a wrong decision while my mind was elsewhere, FS would face huge losses."

"..."

Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly, "Are you using your company’s interests to hold me hostage?"

"No, I’m simply stating the facts. If anything goes wrong with FS, Huasong won’t be spared either, and you’ll be the one suffering the consequences," Fu Jinghen said as he took a fork to pick up a piece of honeydew melon and held it to Wen Qiao’s mouth, "You should be aware of your influence on me."

Wen Qiao glared at Fu Jinghen, took a resentful bite of the honeydew, her cheeks puffing up as she mumbled unclearly, "Crafty slickster."

Half an hour later, Wen Qiao, who had been laughing joyously at a variety show, received a call from the property management downstairs, saying someone was looking for her.

After hearing the name, Wen Qiao told the property people to let him up.

She hung up the phone, stuffed the iPad into Fu Jinghen’s arms, and slip-slop-slip-slopped her way to the bathroom to wash her hands.

She’d been eating chips and her hands were coated with seasoning.

Less than a minute later, Lin Luang rang the doorbell of Wen Qiao’s apartment.

Wen Qiao’s hands were covered in soap suds and she yelled toward the outside, "Fu Jinghen."

"Got it."

Fu Jinghen set down the tablet, walked to the door, and his lips tightened when he saw the person appearing on the video screen. He then opened the door.

"Big sister, I—"

Lin Luang, having seen the door open, had started to smile warmly, but his expression froze the moment he saw Fu Jinghen.

"President Fu?"

Fu Jinghen nodded slightly, "Yes."

"Did I come to the wrong place?"

Lin Luang said as he stepped back to check the apartment number.

"You’re at the right place, come in." Fu Jinghen stepped aside, "She’s washing her hands."

Lin Luang walked in bewildered, entering through the door Fu Jinghen had opened for him.

With a "click," the door closed behind him. Lin Luang shivered sharply and looked back.

After closing the door, Fu Jinghen said to Lin Luang, who stood frozen at the entryway, "We don’t have spare slippers at home, just go on in."

He was unmistakably acting like the man of the house.

"Oh, okay."

Lin Luang unconsciously responded and took a few steps inside with his painting supplies, then suddenly stopped.

Home, at her place?

As Fu Jinghen saw him halt, mindful that Wen Qiao was still inside, he patiently asked, "What’s the matter?"

"President Fu, how come you are at my sister’s place?"

Fu Jinghen looked at him, lazily threw out three words, "Came for lunch."

"..."

Wen Qiao, just coming out of the bathroom, heard these three words and choked.

???

Was that his so-called explanation?

She composed her expression and quickly stepped forward, "Lu Ang, you’re here."

Lin Luang turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a touch of confusion, "Big sister."

"Don’t misunderstand. I went to the company today, and President Fu gave me a ride on the way back. It was lunchtime, so I invited him to have a meal at my place."