"Red Makeup?"
"No way," Fu Jinghen flatly refused, but perhaps feeling his rejection was too abrupt, he added, "Choose another project."
"No way," Wen Qiao also flatly refused, making it clear she wouldn't budge.
"You seem very optimistic about this drama," Fu Jinghen's arm rested on the armrest of the sofa, his fingers long and eerily pale as he tapped absentmindedly. "Why this drama in particular?"
Because I, your mother, am viewing this from a godlike perspective, holding the script and knowing the fate of you losers and the direction of the plot like the back of my hand. I know this drama's going to be a massive hit. I want to shoot straight to the top, okay? Stop beating around the bush, so much nonsense!
Wen Qiao dared only grumble these thoughts privately. Being in a position where she needed a favor, she could only speak politely, "President Fu also ntioned that this drama is Huasong's top priority for the second half of the year, its value goes without saying. Why should I settle for less and ignore such appetizing at only to gnaw on bones?"
Wen Qiao made no attempt to conceal her ambition and purpose, which unexpectedly made Fu Jinghen pause. "And what if you fail?"
"I won't," Wen Qiao said decisively, exuding confidence as if it were branded onto her face.
Fu Jinghen looked aningfully at the woman kneeling opposite him, "You seem different from the rumors out there."
Wen Qiao smiled harmlessly, "President Fu, one should never learn about another person through gossip, you know that, don't you?"
A flicker of admiration crossed Fu Jinghen's eyes; his little fiancée was quite different from what he had imagined.
Although he didn't understand why Wen Qiao, who was clearly harboring ulterior motives towards Qi Ming, drastically changed her attitude in the span of an afternoon, she had certainly piqued his interest. If she wanted to play, then he was willing to join her.
He was curious to see what kind of ga Wen Qiao was playing.
As for her claim that she would help him pursue Wen Shu...
Fu Jinghen found the idea absurd. Did he really need a little girl's help to win a woman?
"Alright, I agree."
Wen Qiao's smile beca significantly more earnest, "Thank you, President Fu."
"That thing you just said..."
Fu Jinghen didn't finish, and Wen Qiao instantly understood he ant what she had just said about Wen Shu. "What did I just say? I didn't say anything, and I don't know anything."
After a mont, she suddenly rembered sothing and quickly added, "President Fu, during the duration of our bet, I hope that our relationship remains undisclosed."
It was true that she initiated the bet with Fu Jinghen, but that didn't an she was responsible for any feelings he might develop later on. Until she had decided whether she wanted to keep Fu Jinghen in her pocket, she had to tread carefully. If the engagent was called off later, any scandal could affect her chances for a "second spring."
Fu Jinghen sowhat misunderstood her request, "Isn't the title of Mrs. Fu more useful?"
"Isn't a covert romance more thrilling?"
Fu Jinghen didn't expect that response and after a brief pause, he nodded in agreent. A rare flicker of interest erged within him, and he pulled out a card and set it on the little coffee table in front of Wen Qiao, "In that case, I also hope Miss Wen tries not to bother Ah Ming anymore. Just stick to your role."
"You can count on it. I'd have to be insane to bother him," Wen Qiao agreed very swiftly, unapologetically pocketing the supplentary card. With an opportunity like this before her, who would go after that trash Qi Ming? Only her silly forr self would have fancied soone like him.
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