"..."
This smile was a bit sly.
And somewhat dangerous.
"You are so naughty."
"Naughty?" Fu Jinghen thought for a moment and said, "Not too bad, I guess."
Wen Qiao blinked, "I think I have to start getting to know you all over again."
"How so?"
"I think I've known you too superficially before," Wen Qiao said earnestly, "I've discovered you're quite scheming."
"It varies from person to person," Fu Jinghen said, "You don't need to get to know me all over again, I'm always the most genuine in front of you."
"Nonsense," Wen Qiao didn't believe his bluff, "You never used to be this clever, never speaking nicely. On our engagement day, I fell right in front of you, and not only did you not help me up, you even complained about my shoes."
"..."
The instinct to survive told Fu Jinghen that anything he said at this moment would be wrong, and that silence was the best response.
However, he underestimated Wen Qiao's ability to capitalize on opportunities.
