Today, I'm Going to Spend the Billionaire's Hundred Million Again-Chapter 488: Asking a Question

"Auntie, Nanny Zhao, who are you knitting the sweater for?" Rong Qingqing asked curiously as she walked over.

Upon hearing this, Fuwa quickly responded in its childlike voice, "They’re knitting it for me. Grandma said, now that the weather’s cooling, I need to dress warmly too."

Guo Lan nodded, "Nanny Zhao and I are knitting a pink dress for Fuwa first. Qingqing, would you like one too? If you do, we’ll knit one for you as well."

Before Rong Qingqing could answer, Fuwa agreed.

"Yes! Yes! Mommy and I will have mother-daughter outfits! I truly am a blessed Fuwa!"

"No, no." Rong Qingqing looked at the piles of pink yarn and quickly nodded, stepping back two steps. "Fuwa, you can be a slightly less blessed Fuwa."

Fuwa bobbed its head, giving a smiley face, "Fuwa is still very happy, Fuwa has a new sweater to wear, it’s okay for Fuwa to be happy alone!"

Rong Qingqing hurried to the dining room to eat breakfast, fearing that if she didn’t run fast enough, Guo Lan might really get inspired to knit her a sweater dress.

The servant brought breakfast, and Rong Qingqing took a sip of soymilk, pulling out her phone from her pocket.

Thinking, with the emperor far away, Shen Jue at the office, even if Shen Jue got angry, he couldn’t do anything to her at home.

So, Rong Qingqing daringly sent Shen Jue a WeChat message.

Shen Jue! Shen Jue! My dear Shen Jue! Are you there? — Rong Qingqing.

Shen Jue replied quite quickly.

How long has it been? You’re up? — Shen Jue.

I’m not at the office yet. Want me to swing by Shen Manor to pick you up? — Shen Jue.

Rong Qingqing paused upon seeing this message.

She had forgotten it had only been half an hour, Shen Jue wouldn’t be at the office so soon.

No need, no need. I mean, can’t you consider me more than a robot? All day long, you have to give me some downtime to catch my breath and be a live person, right? — Rong Qingqing.

Let me know when you get to the office. — Rong Qingqing.

After sending the message, Rong Qingqing pocketed her phone and leisurely focused on finishing her breakfast.

After taking twenty minutes to finish breakfast, she went to the living room and saw that Guo Lan’s progress on the sweater seemed unchanged. Rong Qingqing greeted them and went to the yard for a stroll, partly to digest her food and partly for the sake of her precarious figure.

After wandering around the yard, the phone in Rong Qingqing’s pocket vibrated.

It was a message from Shen Jue.

I’m at the office now. — Shen Jue.

Rong Qingqing saw this and felt relieved.

She immediately looked down and typed a long message to send back.

You still haven’t answered my question from last night. If God gave you a choice, would you rather lose your legs or that certain something? — Rong Qingqing.

I’m really curious, for a man, is that certain something more important than a pair of healthy legs? — Rong Qingqing.

In the Big Fish Media president’s office.

Shen Jue’s face turned dark after reading the message.

Rong Qingqing only dared ask him such bold questions because she was far away and he couldn’t reach her.

Or perhaps, it was because Shen Jue had injured legs and wasn’t in bed, and as long as she ran fast, she believed he couldn’t catch her.

That’s why she dared to ask such audacious questions.

Shen Jue sneered and directly called Rong Qingqing.

When Rong Qingqing answered the phone, she cheekily greeted and was still laughing.

Shen Jue finally spoke.

"I never make meaningless choices, I’m content with how I am now." Shen Jue clicked his tongue, "Logically, you should be quite satisfied with me too."