CHAPTER 618: CHAPTER 617: THE MORALITY OF THE WORLD

The banquet outside hadn’t ended yet, although Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen both had their own motives for attending, it wouldn’t be good to disappear for too long.

Fu Jinghen had enjoyed some of Wen Qiao’s "tofu" and savored the satisfaction of having a gentle and soft beauty in his arms for a while, and had then made a request that was more of a demand for him to keep some distance from Huo Mutian thereafter. Then they left the resting room one after the other.

When Wen Qiao came out, Fu Jinghen had already returned to the center of the venue.

Having just eaten cake, she felt a bit thirsty. Fortunately, a waiter with a tray passed by, and Wen Qiao picked up a glass of champagne.

She leaned against a wall, gently swirling the glass in her hand, and through the bustle of the crowd, she watched Fu Jinghen, who was surrounded by people not too far away.

Fu Jinghen, this man, how should she put it—was quite an enchanting existence.

For instance, right now, in this mingle of power and profit where everyone had their own schemes for their interests, this banquet under the guise of charity was actually an opportunity for businessmen to network.

But he alone was like a clear breeze amidst the bright moon, having the identity of a businessman but none of their usual taint. He seemed to have a natural barrier around him that kept all the scheming at bay, yet he blended in perfectly.

Wen Qiao found that, compared to seeing Fu Jinghen in casual home attire which made him seem approachable, she loved it more when he was in a suit, standing in the middle of this world of fame and profit, unreachable.

Of course, she loved even more the childish side of him that came out only in her presence and because of her.

Wen Qiao downed the champagne in her hand, withdrew her gaze, and placed the glass on the long table before turning away.

As she returned to the earlier corner, Huo Mutian was still there. Seeing her return, the man’s meaningful eyes swept over her from head to toe. "I thought I would be fighting this banquet alone."

"How could that be?" Wen Qiao smoothed her dress and sat down. "I take the rules of this world seriously, okay? Since I promised to accompany you to the banquet, I’ll stick with you from start to finish."

"Really?" Huo Mutian looked at her with a half-smiling gaze. "From start to finish, but it’s okay to sneak out for a bit in the middle, right?"

"What are you talking about? I don’t understand." Wen Qiao blinked innocently. "I just went to the restroom to touch up my makeup, how did that become slacking off?"

"..."

This girl, playing innocent really was her specialty.

Huo Mutian was about to speak when a female voice suddenly interrupted. "I was wondering why I couldn’t find you both for so long, turns out you’re here enjoying some quiet time."

Huo Mutian and Wen Qiao simultaneously looked up to see Fu Qiang, arm in arm with Fu Jinghen, walking towards them.

Their voices reached them before they did.

Watching the approaching pair, Huo Mutian’s eyes suddenly shimmered with an inscrutable smile. Taking advantage of the moment he stood up, he leaned in close to Wen Qiao’s ear and quickly whispered, "Little beauty isn’t so cute anymore, deceiving your brother."

"?"

What did he mean?

Wen Qiao looked at him puzzled. The man was already standing up, buttoning up his suit, and called out properly, "Sister Fu Qiang."

Wen Qiao also stood up, and looked in the direction Huo Mutian was looking. Her gaze suddenly stilled, and she stared dumbfounded at Fu Jinghen’s shirt collar.

On the pristine white collar, there was a faint but noticeably attractive hint of red.

...

Was that her lipstick mark?

It should be.

Looking at the color and the spot, whose else could it be if not hers?

If it belonged to someone else, Fu Jinghen wouldn’t be far from death.