Before Qin Wenhao could even speak, Mrs. Fu’s testy voice piped up, "What’s that tone for? Isn’t your husband just worried about your safety commuting to and from work?"
Fu Mingxue was speechless.
’We’re on a military base, and my job is nearby. What safety problems could there possibly be?’
Just then, Qin Wenhao said, "I’m on leave for the next few days, so I happen to be free. When I’m out on a mission, I won’t have this kind of downtime."
He then pointed to his watch. "It’s almost time for you to be at work. Let’s go. I’m driving today."
When Fu Mingxue heard he was driving, she didn’t say anything more.
She walked out and got into the car.
Qin Wenhao, in turn, got into the driver’s seat.
Once he saw that she was settled, he stepped on the gas and pulled away.
"Are you getting off work at ten tonight, too?"
Fu Mingxue shook her head. "Probably nine. I have to read for two hours every night. Any later and there isn’t enough time."
’I can’t be going to bed at one every single night.’
’Even a body this young can’t handle staying up so late!’
When Qin Wenhao heard her say she had to read for two hours every night, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
’So—she wasn’t trying to avoid me last night?’
At this thought, his mood inexplicably brightened.
Fu Mingxue sensed the shift in his mood. "What are you so happy about?"
Qin Wenhao chuckled lightly. "I thought you were reading for so long last night to avoid me."
Fu Mingxue’s eyes widened. "Why would you think that? Besides, why would I avoid you?"
Qin Wenhao turned his head to look at her, his eyes exceptionally bright.
Fu Mingxue: ...?
That burning gaze reminded her of something, and her face suddenly grew warm.
"—Just focus on your driving."
Watching her flustered-yet-annoyed expression, Qin Wenhao found her unbelievably cute.
That heart-fluttering feeling came upon him, catching him completely off guard.
One of his hands was on the steering wheel; the other suddenly reached out and took hers—

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