CHAPTER 646: CHAPTER 645: I AM YOUR UNDERSTANDING FLOWER

Cheng Jue grimaced, "If I had known you were Brother Fu’s fiancée, even if a knife was held to my neck, I wouldn’t have dared to flirt with you."

Fu Jinghen rubbed Wen Qiao’s hair, "It’s alright, don’t be hard on him; he knows he was wrong."

"Fine then."

Wen Qiao still respected Fu Jinghen greatly.

Cheng Jue finally let out a sigh of relief.

Wen Qiao handed the bag she was carrying to Cheng Jue, "I didn’t know what you would like, so I just picked out a watch."

Cheng Jue was momentarily surprised, then gratefully accepted it, "Sister-in-law, I’m happy enough that you came to celebrate my birthday. You didn’t need to bring a gift."

Wen Qiao smiled, "It’s the least I could do."

Actually, the watch was indeed chosen by her, but Fu Jinghen was the one who paid for it.

Since Wen Qiao had never given him a gift before, he certainly wouldn’t let Cheng Jue get ahead of him.

He refused to back down when paying, and Wen Qiao, unable to persuade him otherwise, let him have his way.

Cheng Jue couldn’t hold back and opened the gift right in front of them.

The watch Wen Qiao had chosen was vintage-style, with a brown leather strap that exuded understated luxury.

Cheng Jue was very pleased with just one glance, grinning like a big boy, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

"You’re welcome."

She felt undeserving of this thanks.

It would be better to thank the man beside her.

Wen Qiao, feeling a bit guilty, glanced at Fu Jinghen and quickly averted her eyes.

Fu Jinghen pulled out a car key and handed it to Cheng Jue, "Here, I’m returning this to you."

Cheng Jue took it and saw it was the car that Fu Jinghen had previously confiscated.

His face lit up with joy, then suddenly fell, "Brother, you’re not telling me your birthday gift is just giving my car back, right? That’s a bit dismissive."

"You should be glad to get it back," Fu Jinghen said coolly, "Don’t ask for too much."

Cheng Jue, feeling indignant yet powerless, glared at Fu Jinghen.

Wen Qiao looked around and inquired, "Where is the car now?"

"Just had someone drive it over," Fu Jinghen replied, "It’s parked in the lot downstairs."

Fu Jinghen thought Wen Qiao was interested in the car and squeezed her hand reassuringly, "That’s Cheng Jue’s old car. If you like, I’ll buy you another one. We won’t compete with him."

Cheng Jue: "???"

Brother, can you not make your disdain so obvious?

"No, no, I didn’t mean to compete with him," Wen Qiao said to Cheng Jue, pointing downstairs, "The car is parked downstairs; why not go check it yourself? There might be a surprise."

Cheng Jue’s eyes lit up, looking eagerly at Fu Jinghen, "Brother?"

As if confirming something.

Fu Jinghen lifted his eyelid, gave him a glance but ignored him, then turned to ask Wen Qiao, "Are you hungry? Shall I get you something to eat?"

Wen Qiao nodded, "A little."

Fu Jinghen turned and left.

Cheng Jue, receiving no answer from Fu Jinghen and seeing him leave, was about to follow when Wen Qiao stopped him, "With his nature, even if you talk your mouth off, he won’t tell you. Just go check it out yourself."

Thinking about it, Cheng Jue found Wen Qiao made sense and gave her a thumbs up, "Sister-in-law, you really understand my brother."

With that, he dashed outside.

Wen Qiao smiled, leaned on the balcony railing, shrugged her shoulders, and gazed at the distant view.

Fu Jinghen returned with a cup of lemonade and a small piece of tiramisu. It was inconvenient to eat standing, so Wen Qiao hooked his arm, and they walked to the side, sitting down at a wooden table.