Chapter 12: What the hell kind of breed is this dog of a man?

But sticking to her role...

That depended on Fu Jinghen's charm, since she wasn't usually one to play by the rules.

Fu Jinghen had no idea what was on her mind, and, seeing her agree, he nodded his head in satisfaction. Just as he was about to get up from the sofa, Wen Qiao pressed down on his knee, blocking his way.

Catching a glimpse of her hand with cherry-colored nails resting on his knee, Fu Jinghen sat back down, "Something else?"

Then, he saw Wen Qiao pull out two pieces of paper from somewhere and hand them to him, "Sign here, President Fu. Since it's a bet, let's make it official. I'm afraid you'll deny it when you're head over heels in love with me."

The content on the paper wasn't much, all handwritten in graceful script, which didn't quite match Wen Qiao's appearance. Her name was already signed at the bottom, all that was missing was Fu Jinghen's.

It was clear this had been prepared in advance.

Fu Jinghen scoffed, "Is narcissism a core course at your university?"

Wen Qiao shook her head sincerely, "Not at all."

Flirting with men was her required course.

But Wen Qiao dared not say that out loud.

Fu Jinghen took the two papers, signed his name on them, and handed them back to Wen Qiao.

After taking them back, Wen Qiao pulled one out, kissed beside her name, and then stuffed it to Fu Jinghen, "Including a beauty's kiss, no thanks needed."

Fu Jinghen glanced at the lipstick mark, his tone suddenly shifting, "Jiaoyun has developed a new lip mask that hasn't been officially promoted yet. I'll have someone send you a jar tomorrow."

Wen Qiao was momentarily dumbfounded by the sudden offer, but then put on an embarrassed face to refuse, "President Fu has already given me the lead female role in 'Red Makeup,' which made me so happy. How could I take up another endorsement?"

Saying this, Wen Qiao actually blushed a bit as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Don't overthink it," Fu Jinghen's eyes landed on her lips, his tone indifferent, "I just noticed your lips are quite cracked."

Wen Qiao: "?"

What kind of jerk is this?

It seemed Fu Jinghen finally got to witness Wen Qiao being taken down a peg after flaunting herself all night, which inexplicably cheered him up as he finally stood and walked towards the bed.

Just as he lifted the covers, he saw Wen Qiao holding clothes, stomping her way towards the bathroom.

Moreover, the piece of clothing she held was his shirt!

He caught Wen Qiao's wrist, "What are you doing?"

"Taking a bath. What else could I be doing?" Wen Qiao thought Fu Jinghen was nervous, and with a battle-hardened demeanor, she patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Don't be nervous. I never force anyone, and I'm tired today, not in the mood for anything else. I'm going to bed right after my bath."

Fu Jinghen: "...."

He had nothing to be nervous about.

"This is my bedroom," he reminded her.

Wen Qiao nodded, "I know, but you haven't prepared a guest room for me, so I'll just have to make do and sleep in your bedroom tonight. I'll leave tomorrow when my room is ready."

With that, Wen Qiao freed her hand from Fu Jinghen's grip and hummed a tune as she walked to the bathroom.

Fu Jinghen: "...."

She's sleeping in his bedroom and she thinks she's the one being inconvenienced?

Such a vindictive woman.

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The next morning Wen Qiao was woken up by her phone ringing, which also cleared her grogginess. Struggling, she reached from under the covers to grab her phone and answered groggily, "Hello."

Jiang Yao's excited voice came from the other end of the phone, "Qiaoqiao, President Fu is really proactive! This morning, the official Weibo of 'Red Makeup' announced the lead actors, and you are the female protagonist."