"Don’t even get started, I actually do have so thoughts."
Jiang Yao’s eyes imdiately lit up, "What is it? What is it?"
"What’s with the excitent?" Wen Qiao asked her.
"Ah? No, you’re mistaken," Jiang Yao reigned in her blazing curiosity, waving her hand dismissively, "Just spill it, what are your thoughts?"
"....."
Wen Qiao gave her a speechless look and took a flyer that Jiang Yao had sohow gotten hold of, aligning it before taking it in her hand to fan herself, her mouth opening and closing, "That thing, the ’power couple,’ who cos up with these nas? It’s so tacky. Why not just call it the ’cockroach couple’? At least that has a better implication, strong and hardy, everlasting. If any net users ever pair up and give it such a tacky na, I’d definitely have to wipe out that fan club entirely."
"Mhm, mhm," Jiang Yao nodded furiously, hungry for more, "And then? What else?"
"That’s it."
"Mhm, mhm," Jiang Yao nodded again, taking a second or two before realizing what Wen Qiao had just said, "That’s it?"
"What else could there be?" Wen Qiao slowly closed her eyes, planning to rest for a while, and spoke more slowly, "Would there be truly earth-shattering thoughts? Fu Jinghen and Jiang Wei have known each other for so long, would he be engaged to if there was sothing more?"
"The outside world sees Fu Jinghen as the ’gentleman of gentlen,’ but that’s all for show. In truth, he is incredibly proud. A person’s character is greatly influenced by their family background. Soone like Fu Jinghen, born at the finish line and long accustod to a lofty position, what can’t he get if he wants it? He wouldn’t let himself not get what he desires."
Wen Qiao rambled on, her voice tinged with the lethargy of being sun-soaked, "Since all these years he hasn’t had anything happen with Jiang Wei, that proves nothing will happen in the future. Netizens, well, they like to chase after shadows, sweet or bitter, it’s just entertainnt when they’re bored. You can’t deprive them of even that hobby, right? If they enjoy shipping, let them ship, it doesn’t hinder . Life is for our own viewing. I’m in the midst of it, no one knows it clearer than . To be jealous of such baseless things—"
At this point, Wen Qiao opened one eye, looked outside at Jiang Yao, and waggled a finger, "Not sensible."
"....."
Jiang Yao listened by her side, feeling there was so truth to it, but sothing still seed off to her, sothing she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Just as she was about to say sothing, she caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye. Looking up, she imdiately stood up from her chair, "President Fu."
Hearing Jiang Yao’s shout, Wen Qiao opened her eyes half a beat slower and was t with dazzling sunlight that made her quickly furrow her brows, plunging her vision into darkness.
Fu Jinghen, seeing this, moved discreetly a step to the side to shield her.
It took Wen Qiao a mont to recover and see the person standing before her, and she too stood up from her small stool, "President Fu."
Different from the flirty and coquettish tone she had in private, Wen Qiao’s call of "President Fu" was utterly respectful, with no hint of personal feeling.
Fu Jinghen imperceptibly frowned but then relaxed, giving a non-committal "hm."
Wen Qiao had thought he ca over for a reason, but after waiting for a while, Fu Jinghen didn’t make a peep. She exchanged a glance with Jiang Yao and saw the staff around them, pretending to be busy but actually stealing glances their way. She weighed her words before asking, "President Fu, is there sothing you need from ?"
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