"Oh."
Fu Jinghen took her hand, "Let's go."
Wen Qiao followed Fu Jinghen for a while before realizing his "taking advantage of someone's vulnerability."
While she was still dazzled by the flurry of money he had thrown at her, he took the opportunity to take her hand.
But she hadn't pulled away when he first took it, and to do so now would seem a bit pretentious, wouldn't it?
So she decided to just hold on for now.
"No way," Wen Qiao tugged at Fu Jinghen's hand, "No, no, you know I like money, are you using money to force me to make up with you?"
"Is that so?" Fu Jinghen's expression remained unchanged, his voice calm, "I'm just trying to earn some extra points for myself and give you another reason to choose me."
"Isn't that the same thing?"
"It's different." Fu Jinghen looked at her, correcting the improper term in her sentence, "The word 'force' isn't fitting, I've never forced you."
