CHAPTER 640: CHAPTER 639: THE POSE IS JUST RIGHT

Fu Jinghen carried Wen Qiao into the lounge, turned on the light, and sat her down on the bed, "Put on your shoes, get ready, and then we’ll head out."

Wen Qiao, spoiled and arrogant, lifted her foot and waved it, indicating that she wanted Fu Jinghen to help her put on her shoes.

With such a request, Fu Jinghen naturally would not refuse. He squatted in front of her, one hand holding her ankle and the other holding her shoe as he helped her into it.

Wen Qiao looked down at the man squatting before her, feeling a special sense of satisfaction.

The "Heaven’s Chosen Son," who was revered by everyone else, was still obedient to her every word when he was with her.

While looking, Wen Qiao suddenly noticed something was amiss, "Where’s your tie?"

Fu Jinghen’s shirt collar was clean and bare.

Without even lifting his head and with a laugh in his voice, Fu Jinghen said, "Why don’t you take a look at what you’re holding in your hand before asking me that?"

Confused, Wen Qiao looked at her hands and found a dark grey tie wrapped around it.

"When did your tie get into my hands?"

"Probably when I carried you in to sleep." Fu Jinghen stood up after he helped Wen Qiao with her shoes: "Anything else you’d like me to do?"

Wen Qiao stood up from the bed, "Nope."

Fu Jinghen asked, "So, is the princess satisfied with my service?"

Wen Qiao quipped, "It’s alright."

Fu Jinghen leaned in closer, his eyes intense, "Don’t I get some reward?"

"..."

She knew this man couldn’t be serious for more than two minutes.

"No reward! Your utilitarian flattery is utterly ineffective!"

Wen Qiao pushed Fu Jinghen away and dashed out of the lounge, only to race back in moments later, clutching her little purse and darting into the en suite bathroom.

Fu Jinghen watched as Wen Qiao ran back and forth like a little rocket launcher and couldn’t help but laugh.

He walked over to the bathroom door, leaned against the doorframe, and watched her applying lipstick in the mirror.

Wen Qiao glanced at him quickly: "What? You want me to leave a lipstick mark on you too?"

"That would be fine." Fu Jinghen thought her suggestion was good and nodded, "It’s not like it hasn’t happened before."

At his words, Wen Qiao remembered the incident from last night when Huo Mutian had pointed out the lipstick mark on his collar.

Angrily, Wen Qiao asked, "Tell me, had you planned this from the start?"

"You’re really wronging me there," Fu Jinghen defended his innocence, "It’s really just a coincidence. I didn’t expect the position to be just right."

"..."

Was it her overthinking, or did that sound somewhat off?

Wen Qiao glared at him, put the lipstick in her bag, adjusted her hair, and walked past him with her purse in hand.

As she passed by Fu Jinghen, he grabbed her wrist, Wen Qiao looked up, "What?"

"Really not going to give me any reward?"

Wen Qiao threw two words at him: "Dream on."

Fu Jinghen sighed as if it were a pity but didn’t insist further. His hand slid down and interlocked with hers, leading her out.

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Cheng Jue’s birthday party was at Jin Se Club. They had the largest private room, inviting a bunch of friends to celebrate his twenty-fifth "birthday."

Since Wen Qiao wasn’t very familiar with the place and because Fu Jinghen mentioned that Cheng Jue had been urging them a few times, Fu Jinghen drove there.