CHAPTER 608: CHAPTER 606: BUILDING HOUSES AND SELLING STONES

At six in the evening, Huo Mutian’s call came through right on time.

Wen Qiao answered, and as she watched the numbers on the elevator jump, she said, "Just waiting for the elevator, I’ll be down soon."

Huo Mutian responded with an okay and hung up the phone.

A couple of minutes later, Wen Qiao emerged from the elevator and immediately spotted the man waiting outside the building.

Huo Mutian was leaning against his car, one leg crossed over the other, holding a hint of crimson between his fingers.

As Wen Qiao sized up Huo Mutian, he was also watching her.

The click-click sound of her high heels grew louder and clearer as she approached, her long black hair rolled into large waves with one side falling over her chest and the other draped behind. A pearl necklace lay across her pretty collarbones, the black dress clinging to her body accentuating her exquisite figure, and the fringe of her skirt swaying with her movements. From a distance, she seemed a vision of allure.

Huo Mutian snubbed out his cigarette, his eyes openly filled with amazement. He whistled inappropriately, "Truly beautiful."

Wen Qiao now on the steps, casually brushed her hair and glanced down at Huo Mutian lightly, "So, how about it, am I stunning enough to overwhelm you?"

Huo Mutian dramatically clutched his heart, "Absolutely, absolutely, young beauty, please restrain your charm. Don’t slay with your beauty; spare me a path to live."

Wen Qiao’s expression shifted as she chuckled, stepping down toward Huo Mutian, "As long as the sponsor daddy is satisfied, that’s all that matters."

Watching the now-revealed Wen Qiao, Huo Mutian raised an eyebrow and tapped her forehead with his car key, "Change the nickname, you’re making me sound old."

"Alright, Brother Huo."

Huo Mutian’s lips curved, he stepped aside, opened the passenger door, and gestured, "My beauty, get in."

Wen Qiao gathered her skirt and sat inside the car, while Huo Mutian closed the door, walked around to the other side, and sat in the driver’s seat.

The banquet was hosted by a famous fashion magazine to celebrate and commemorate its tenth anniversary of publication.

Wen Qiao still knew why Fu Jinghen was invited; FS dealt mainly in luxury goods and was related to the fashion world, but she wondered why Huo Mutian, a real estate mogul, was also invited to such an event.

"You’re a construction guy, how come you’re attending this fashion banquet?" Wen Qiao looked puzzlingly at the man driving.

"The editor of this magazine has some connections with my dad," explained Huo Mutian, but then he caught on to the earlier words she used and hissed, "How does a real estate magnate become a mere ’construction guy’ in your words?"

Wen Qiao shrugged, "Just tracing it back to its roots, isn’t a real estate magnate essentially a construction guy?"

"..."

That seemed true.

An idea struck Huo Mutian, he said, "Then what about your ex-husband, a stone seller?"

Wen Qiao felt a bit embarrassed, giving Huo Mutian a thumbs-up without turning her eyes, "You really do have a way of reasoning."

Mentioning Fu Jinghen reminded Huo Mutian of something else, "Fu Jinghen is attending the banquet tonight too, didn’t he ask you to be his plus-one?"

"He did," Wen Qiao’s tone was very casual, "But you asked me first and I agreed to you first. He’ll just have to go by himself or find someone else."

"Smart choice," Huo Mutian couldn’t help but praise her.

"Just average, I am a person who values integrity after all."

"And if he really did find another woman to accompany him, how would you feel?"