"Not good, the relationship between a fan and an idol should always be maintained where he shines on stage and I cheer for him from the audience. Fans dating idols? That only happens in dreams, oh right, and in idol dramas where it ends well."
Jiang Yao looked at Wen Qiao with an expression reminiscent of a Xiao S indifferent face package: "Furthermore, think about it. If you date a male star with a huge ’wife’ fan group and girlfriend support club, seeing tens of millions of won calling your boyfriend ’husband’ every day, even if you know they an no harm and are simply expressing their fondness and admiration for their idol, it’s still uncomfortable. We live in a civilized society now; the days of having multiple wives and concubines are long gone..."
"After all, I am soone with a particularly strong sense of possession. Understanding the logic is one thing, but if I really one day saw other won calling my man ’husband,’ I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to control myself from running to the kitchen to grab a kitchen knife."
After listening to Jiang Yao’s speech, Wen Qiao suddenly covered her chest with a look of horror: "What should I do? Although Fu Jinghen is not so big celebrity, he’s still very popular in high society. Lin Ruochun told that Fu Jinghen has been reigning as the champion of Jiang City’s socialites’ most desired husband for several terms now, and I’m starting to feel a bit uneasy."
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Jiang Yao blinked, "So, your high society circles are that idle?"
"No, I’m not part of the high society crowd." Wen Qiao clarified her identity: "I am a rising star of the entertainnt industry."
"...."
"I can’t help it, my career-mindedness has been ignited." Wen Qiao grabbed Jiang Yao’s arm: "Get more work to attract fans, preferably male fans, the handso and wealthy kind. I also want to give Fu Jinghen a sense of crisis, so he doesn’t always pigeonhole with just the word dramatic."
"Relax, with your thick skin and President Fu’s gentlemanly deanor, even if one day your status as Mrs. Fu really cos under threat, clinging onto President Fu and refusing to let go, he wouldn’t ignore you."
"Thank you."
"You’re welco."
Wen Qiao fell silent for a second or two, then suddenly rembered Jiang Yao had only answered one of her questions, there was another one.
"So why didn’t you choose Fu Jinghen? You just said that anyone with a sane mind would stick by his side loyally."
Why does this little girl have so many questions every day?
If she put this dogged determination to dig to the bottom of things into scientific research, China’s Shenzhou 100 would have already been developed.
"I heard that a collaborator once thought they were being clever by putting soone in President Fu’s bed. When President Fu returned to his room and saw a woman lying on his bed, his face turned as black as Bao Gong’s, and not only did he kick the woman out, but he also booked a return flight that very night. The deal went sour, and that company never appeared on the FS collaboration list again."
"Holy shit?" Wen Qiao’s eyes widened instantly: "Seriously? This is like dumping the lawn right on top of my head."
"What are you doing? Get back here." Jiang Yao quickly grabbed Wen Qiao, who was about to bolt out the door: "This happened a long ti ago, before you were even engaged to President Fu. Why the rush? And even if it did happen after your engagent to President Fu, the collaborator probably had no clue President Fu had a fiancée like you, especially when you’re not even public about it."
"Plus, I have a fear of domineering CEOs. Haven’t you seen President Fu’s solemn and unsmiling face?"
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