Addicted to My Contract-Marriage Husband Chapter 258: Let You Have Your Say Afterwards

Jiang Mian woke up again on the large bed at Beijing Mansion.

Lazily sitting up, the blazing light filtered through the gaps in the curtains.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and the sound of laughter and cheerful voices drifted up from downstairs.

That voice...

It sounded a bit like Ms. Jiang.

Jiang Mian listened more carefully.

Huh???

It sounded like Grandpa Fu was there too.

She bolted upright, changed into a clean and appropriate long dress, and slowly made her way downstairs.

"Miss Lin is up."

A standard smile appeared on Jiang Mian’s beautiful face: "Grandpa, mom and dad, what brings you here today?"

"We ca to see you, and rember to drink everything on the table."

Jiang Mian’s gaze followed Jiang Yutian’s hand and her composed smile suddenly froze.

What are these??!!

Pork rib soup, carp soup, and so sea cucumber supplents.

This isn’t pregnancy preparation, this is a fattening plan.

Jiang Mian’s plea for help fell on Fu Sichen.

The man stood up unhurriedly and pulled Jiang Mian to the dining table: "Mom is right; it’s the thought of the elders."

Fu Sichen leaned down and whispered in Jiang Mian’s ear: "Isn’t that right, little wifey?"

Eww~

Jiang Mian shivered involuntarily, getting goosebumps all over.

This man really held a grudge.

Jiang Mian took out her phone and threw it in front of Fu Sichen, lowering her voice: "I was wrong~ you fix it!"

This old man is really high-maintenance.

Fu Sichen turned off the phone with his hand, his breath deepening, and the corner of his mouth curving into a dangerous smile: "It’s too early now, I’ll let you have your fill later."

"..."

Jiang Mian now had these words involuntarily looping in her mind—

"I want to escape~"

"But I can’t escape~"

She’s bewitched, it’s lethal.

That night, Jiang Mian couldn’t escape and was thoroughly schooled.

She couldn’t bear to hear the words "I was wrong~" anymore.

*

As the weather slowly turned colder, "Linghua" released its first trailer, setting a new record for views.

Jiang Mian attracted countless fans just with her several Cheongsam outfits featured in the trailer.

"We’ve hit 50 million, Sister Mianmian!"

Yangyang clutched the phone, watching the constantly refreshing fan count on Jiang Mian’s Weibo.

Jiang Mian’s eyelashes fluttered; she leaned on the studio couch, slightly dozing off, and asked in a lazy voice, "Ti to prepare so fan service?"

At that ti, Luo Ting ntioned, with so many fans, they definitely had to prepare sothing for breaking fifty million.

Yangyang moved to sit next to Jiang Mian: "The 50 million fans are waiting."

To be so popular with just a few simple images and lines, even before the broadcast.

If "Linghua" officially sets an airdate, the discussion and fan count could be unimaginably high.

Jiang Mian scrolled on her phone, her eyes drooping, feeling sowhat sleepy.

"Sister Mianmian, are you off to go shopping again?"

Yangyang watched as Jiang Mian browsed through various luxury brands’ new season products, dazzling to the eye.

And she saw Jiang Mian saving one item after another.

In a lackadaisical tone with a hint of depth in her beautiful eyes, Jiang Mian responded, "Nope, just looking at the fifty million fan service."

???

Other people’s fifty million fan services involve a dance or sothing, but with this scale, it seems like you’re planning to give away fifty million.

It’s so good to be a fan of Jiang Mian.

"It just so happens we haven’t had any major fan services recently, so let’s make this one a bit better. When the drama airs, by then we might directly do the fifty or sixty million fan service all together."

Many bespoke luxury items can’t be obtained imdiately; even if ordered now, it may be so ti before they are received.

Eyes sparkling, Yangyang asked, "Can I apply for an internal reward?"

"When the ti cos, you guys pick first."

Yangyang almost hugged Jiang Mian: "Boss Jiang, I’m gonna love you to death."