CHAPTER 600: CHAPTER 598: SNEAKING AROUND

Fu Jinghen snorted. Before he could retort with "Are you sure you want my critique?", someone prodded him in the lower back.

Fu Jinghen paused, the words on the tip of his tongue turning into "It’s not bad."

Lin Luang curled his lips and muttered, "Probably doesn’t even know how to start painting, yet so critical."

"..."

Wen Qiao fell silent, recalling the painting she had seen last time in Zheng Chen’s studio.

He really did know how to start painting, and his work was even quite impressive.

Just as Fu Jinghen was about to say something, he felt a gentle prod in the same spot on his lower back again.

The words reached his mouth but were swallowed back.

He lowered his head to look at Wen Qiao, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Wen Qiao shook her head at him slightly, signaling him not to dent the young man’s confidence.

"What is this inexplicable eye communication that I can’t understand?"

Wen Qiao and Lin Luang turned their heads together. Lin Luang had somehow moved closer to them and was squinting his eyes, scrutinizing them.

"Kid." Fu Jinghen called Lin Luang, "Do you know why they say you’re still a brat?"

Lin Luang was baffled, "Why?"

"Because mature people don’t have so much curiosity."

"..."

"Am I not even allowed to be curious?" Lin Luang widened his eyes, accusing Fu Jinghen, "You promised a fair competition, what’s with all the secretive actions?"

"Secretive actions?" Fu Jinghen looked leisurely at him, "Our eye communication occurred right before you, if you don’t understand it, who’s to blame?"

"..."

Lin Luang was frustrated.

But he couldn’t retort a single sentence.

Because he truly didn’t understand what they were communicating.

"Sister."

He then turned to Wen Qiao for help, "What were you two just communicating about?"

Wen Qiao sighed inwardly.

She knew it was only a matter of time before Lin Luang would feel slighted by Fu Jinghen.

"What eye communication? It was just a glance. Why are you overthinking it?" Wen Qiao stepped in to defuse the situation, shifting the conversation, "It’s getting late. President Fu, why don’t we leave your portrait for next time?"

"Yeah." Fu Jinghen wasn’t really keen on having Lin Luang paint him in the first place, "You’re too tired today. Let’s leave it for next time."

Huh?

What did he mean she was too tired?

"What do you mean?" Lin Luang asked, puzzled.

Possibly knowing that Lin Luang would be provoked, Fu Jinghen kindly answered his question, "I never said I wanted you to paint a solo portrait of me."

What he meant was he wanted Lin Luang to paint a portrait of him and Wen Qiao together.

"Impossible!" Lin Luang glared at Fu Jinghen, grinding his teeth.

"As you wish."

He didn’t wish for Wen Qiao to have too much contact with Lin Luang anyway.

Wen Qiao’s gaze wandered back and forth between the two men.

In fact, she hadn’t spent that much time with Lin Luang. Seeing him blush easily in her presence, she had thought Lin Luang was a green, gentle puppy with a soft personality.

But after learning about Wen Qiao’s current relationship with Fu Jinghen, he transformed into a feisty little wolf pup.

Yet in front of Fu Jinghen, the cheetah, Lin Luang, the wolf pup who was just starting to develop, was destined to be subdued.

What would you like to eat tonight?" Fu Jinghen interrupted her reverie.

Wen Qiao was startled, "Huh?"

"How about hot pot? Didn’t you say you wanted some a few days ago?"

Wen Qiao shamelessly swallowed her saliva, "That works."