CHAPTER 655: CHAPTER 654: FOUND A WIFE AT ALMOST 28

Wen Qiao hummed and snuggled closer into Fu Jinghen’s embrace.

Their seats weren’t particularly hidden, and the clamorous group nearby couldn’t help but notice them.

Seeing the two of them so affectionately entwined, if anyone said it was just an act, then their acting deserved an Oscar.

Especially the way Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao, with tenderness and fondness almost spilling from his eyes—if there was still someone claiming there were no real feelings between them, they’d be speaking nothing but blatant lies.

Some envied, others were jealous, but these thoughts never affected the couple whispering to each other.

"Are you going for a magazine shoot tomorrow?" Fu Jinghen asked.

Wen Qiao nodded in his arms.

"Then should I come by at noon to visit the set?"

"How come you seize every chance to see me?" Wen Qiao disapproved a bit. "Do you really have to be so clingy?"

Fu Jinghen chuckled, "I only found a wife at nearly twenty-eight. If I’m not a bit clingy, what if my wife runs away?"

"Who’s your wife?" Wen Qiao bumped his shoulder with her head. "You haven’t even proposed. If you want a cheap wife, you might as well search in your dreams."

Fu Jinghen supported her chin and pulled her out from his embrace, "Can I interpret that as you would definitely say ’yes’ if I proposed?"

"Not at all." Wen Qiao bit his finger. "That’s not a valid proposition."

Though that’s what she said, Fu Jinghen felt Wen Qiao was beginning to waver; otherwise, she wouldn’t have said these words.

She was giving him a hint.

Fu Jinghen nodded, shifted the subject, and continued discussing visiting the set tomorrow. Yet in his heart, he’d already begun plotting how to propose.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime event.

This couldn’t be taken lightly.

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Cheng Jue’s birthday party lasted until midnight. Fu Jinghen hadn’t drunk any alcohol tonight and drove Wen Qiao to the foot of her building. He followed her upstairs and only left reluctantly at her front door.

Right as the elevator door closed, the door of Jiang Yao’s apartment across the way opened just in time.

Jiang Yao leaned on the door frame, peeling an orange in her hand, "Tsk tsk tsk, the love in the air is so intoxicating."

"Jealous? Then you better hurry up and start dating."

Jiang Yao paused and huffed, "We’ll see."

Wen Qiao felt something was slightly amiss.

The last time this topic came up, Jiang Yao had an attitude of ’men, keep away; I’m happy on my own’, but now it had changed to ’we’ll see’?

There must be something going on.

Jiang Yao raised her eyebrows, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It’s nothing."

If things hadn’t fully developed yet, it was better not to startle the snake in the grass.

Wen Qiao came over, snatched the peeled orange from her hand, turned around and walked back, waving her hand, "Remember to come over and wake me up tomorrow."

Jiang Yao looked at her empty hand and cursed playfully, "You little rascal."

Her response was the sound of the door across the way being opened and then closed.

She also closed her door and went back to her room, where the phone screen lying on the bed displayed an ongoing voice call interface.

Hearing her entrance, Ye Shengnan asked, "You’re back?"

Jiang Yao hummed in affirmation.

"What were you doing just now? You ran off in such a hurry."

"Qiaoqiao came back, and I went out to take a look," Jiang Yao slipped under the covers and onto the bed. "President Fu brought her back. They were nauseatingly sweet; I watched them through the peephole for a long time."

"Feeling envious?"

Jiang Yao: "Not that envious."