CHAPTER 625: CHAPTER 624: I FELL IN LOVE AGAIN

"How much longer?" Fu Jinghen said, "I’ll come pick you up."

"Are you done with work?"

"It’s not a rush, dinner is more important."

"Oh, President Fu, how did you get so enlightened so quickly?" Wen Qiao’s tone carried a hint of sarcasm, "Weren’t you too busy to eat yesterday? How come you’re not in a hurry today? Don’t eat then, since work is more important than eating."

"The situation is different now," Fu Jinghen said. "Today you’re joining me for dinner, so of course work isn’t important."

That flattery was pretty spot on, Wen Qiao chuckled mockingly, "Do your employees know that their boss is so dazzled by beauty that he loses his senses?"

Just like King You of Zhou who lit signal fires to amuse a beauty, now we have Fu Jinghen neglecting his work to have dinner with a film star.

Indeed, in the world of men, beauty occupies a major part.

"I don’t know," Fu Jinghen’s voice lowered, "so I need Qiaoqiao to keep it a secret for me, help me maintain my image outside."

Had Fu Jinghen not mentioned it, Wen Qiao involuntarily imagined the tragic scene of FS’s employees resigning and defecting en masse upon learning that Fu Jinghen was lost in beauty without a care for work, with the once-mighty business empire crumbling overnight.

And the once Heaven’s Chosen Son, Fu Jinghen, reduced to making a living under a bridge.

Wen Qiao imagined Fu Jinghen setting up a stall under a bridge to sell screen protectors, and burst out laughing.

Wait, what was she laughing at?

If Fu Jinghen went bankrupt, wouldn’t she also end up on the streets?

Why was she laughing so joyfully?

Wen Qiao’s smile abruptly froze on her lips, cursing her own business, she really was acting foolish.

Hearing her cheerful laughter, Fu Jinghen couldn’t help but ask curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." Wen Qiao certainly wouldn’t share her recent thoughts with Fu Jinghen. She glanced at the time, it was 10:30. She abruptly got up from the bed, "I’m going to brush my teeth and wash up, come pick me up in an hour."

After a pause, she added, "Work hard, no slacking off."

"Alright," Fu Jinghen responded, "As you wish."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qiao connected to the Bluetooth speaker on the bedside table and picked a song to play.

A cheerful and bright song filled the room as Wen Qiao bounced into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her mouth surrounded by a circle of white foam, and upon closer inspection, her eyes and brows carried a gentle smile.

She didn’t try to hide it, openly making eye contact with her reflection in the mirror.

After coming out of the bathroom, Wen Qiao opened her wardrobe and carefully selected her clothes.

She tried on one piece after another, rejecting each in turn.

Red was too bright and striking, no.

Black was too heavy and somber, also no.

She wasn’t the slightest bit impatient, humming along with the song playing from the speaker—

"Could it be that I’m in love again,"

"Impossible, I’m in love again,"

"But really, really in love again,"

"This kind of feel—"

"..."

Eventually, Wen Qiao chose a white silk blouse that draped beautifully, with the two straps at the front tied into a bow, paired with white wide-legged pants.

The blouse had a V-neck design that elongated her neck, revealing Wen Qiao’s beautiful collarbones, and the hem was tucked into her pants, highlighting her slender waist.

Wen Qiao did her makeup lightly, curled her hair a bit, and sprayed some perfume.