CHAPTER 650: CHAPTER 649: ROTTEN PEACH BLOSSOM

Two seconds later, she turned her head back, "Bro, when exactly can you win over Wen Qiao?"

"You go ask her," Fu Jinghen said, "and see when she’s willing to let me win her over."

Lin Ruochun: "..."

Sorry, she shouldn’t have asked that question.

It was like asking for dog food.

Fu Jinghen put down his cup and stood up: "I’ll go check on her."

Qin Xiang called out from behind, "Do you have to be so clingy? Your wife went to the ladies’ room, which you can’t even enter. What’s the point of going over there?"

"I’m afraid she can’t find it well."

Qin Xiang snorted, then felt his leg get kicked.

He looked at Lin Ruochun sitting opposite him, "Why did you kick me?"

"Because I’m annoyed at you," Lin Ruochun said sternly, her tone cold, "I kicked because I felt like it. What’s it to you? Any objections?"

"None at all," Qin Xiang said with a smile, shaking his head, "As long as you’re happy, kick however you want."

Lin Ruochun huffed and turned her head away.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Qin Xiang asked.

"It’s okay."

Lin Ruochun saw from the corner of her eye Qin Xiang rising from his chair, she turned her head back, "Where are you going?"

"To get you a cup of hot water, Your Highness."

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Wen Qiao wasn’t actually making up an excuse; she did indeed want to use the restroom.

Since ancient times, ladies’ restrooms have been prime spots for overhearing gossip. By her estimation, this should be the second time Wen Qiao heard rumors about herself.

"Hey, did you see? Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao seem pretty close, huh?"

"Wasn’t it said that Wen Qiao liked Qi Ming? How did she get together with Fu Jinghen so quickly?"

"Who knows, maybe they are just putting on a show for the occasion? In such business marriages, how many are genuinely in love? Behind the scenes, they all do their own thing. It’s all a mess in this circle."

"Standing together, they are a sight for sore eyes, but Fu Jinghen ticks all the boxes for me. If I could get involved with him, my life would be complete."

"I think you somewhat resemble Wen Qiao, and you’ve got more to offer than she does. You could give it a try. I feel like Fu Jinghen doesn’t seem to care much about Wen Qiao. Aside from their social circle attending the engagement party, hardly anyone knows about their relationship. I heard that Fu Jinghen blocked the news of their engagement, not wanting more people to find out."

"If it were me, I wouldn’t want others to know either. Wen Qiao was so hot in pursuit of Qi Ming, it was almost shameless. What respectable girl would throw herself at a guy like that?"

Wen Qiao silently curled the corners of her mouth, but the smile never reached her eyes. She wasn’t in a hurry to leave and waited until it was quiet outside before pushing the stall door open and stepping out.

The woman fixing her makeup in the mirror clearly didn’t realize there was someone else in the stall. Upon seeing Wen Qiao’s face, her actions froze.

Wen Qiao approached, washing her hands leisurely. She grabbed a paper towel, dried the water droplets off her hands, aimed carefully, and tossed the paper ball, wiping it across both women’s faces before throwing it into the trash.

"Sorry about that, you were in the way of my trash throwing."

The expressions on the two women’s faces visibly soured.

Wen Qiao’s gaze swept from top to bottom, evaluating their figures, then settled on the one who admittedly did resemble her a bit.

Material?

More like manufactured material.

"A chance meeting is fate, and to not waste this fateful encounter, I’ll kindly remind you: Fu Jinghen doesn’t like the artificially enhanced, only the pure natural types like me."