Ah!
It’s over.
Wen Qiao slowly exhaled, completely unconcerned about Jiang Yao’s threat, "You know, I’m not just an artist you manage, but I’m also your Boss Lady, holding the key to your financial happiness."
"....."
"Oh, great."
Jiang Yao was irked by Wen Qiao’s words and ended up with the sa expressionless face. Just then, the flight attendant ca over with a blanket, which she unfolded and draped over her legs before leaning heavily back into her seat.
She turned her back to Wen Qiao, deciding to give her the cold shoulder and secretly vowing in her heart that from now to the ti they got off the plane, she wouldn’t speak another word to Wen Qiao.
Yet, before even a minute had passed, the infuriating brat beside her spoke up again and threw a bombshell at her—
"Actually, it’s nothing secret. Fu Jinghen proposed to ."
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!!!
Jiang Yao bolted upright, her eyes wide as she stared at Wen Qiao, "If you’re lying, you’re a dog."
Wen Qiao raised three fingers solemnly, "If I lie, may I instantly age ten years, break out in acne, have pus flowing from my feet and sores on my backside, loathed by everyone, ignored by dogs."
Tsk.
Such a vicious oath, it must be true.
The bombshell Wen Qiao dropped had completely devastated the taphorical cell Jiang Yao had put her in. She imdiately forgot her vow from a minute ago about not speaking another word to Wen Qiao; excitent crawled back into her eyes, her grip on Wen Qiao’s arm tight, "Spill the beans, leave no detail out, tell every single word."
Wen Qiao looked at Jiang Yao helplessly and under her eager gaze, she recounted everything that had just happened in the waiting room.
"Wow," Jiang Yao gasped, her hand over her mouth in surprise, "So domineering, so assertive, he went straight to the point to stop you from having wild thoughts."
She concluded, "President Fu is a good man."
Wen Qiao tugged at the corner of her mouth, "With such good reading comprehension, you must have scored well on your Chinese language exams."
"They were okay, but that’s not the point," Jiang Yao leaned in once more, unconcerned whether her face was too close for Wen Qiao to see its limits, "What do you think?"
"I don’t know," Wen Qiao said honestly, pushing Jiang Yao away again, "Tsk, I told you not to get so close, you’re affecting my fresh air intake."
"It’s not that complicated. It’s a simple yes or no answer, no more than two words," Jiang Yao bent down to pick up the blanket that had slipped to the floor due to her excitent. She shook it out and re-covered her legs, "Besides, you’re already engaged. You can’t just back out last minute and call off the engagent..."
Mid-sentence, Jiang Yao paused, turning sharply to Wen Qiao, "You’re not seriously considering calling off the engagent, are you? Tell the truth, are you still hung up on Qi Ming?"
Jiang Yao’s voice was hushed, as if afraid of being overheard.
Though there weren’t many passengers in first class and the seats were spaced out, their conversation had been quiet from the outset.
"Who would still be hung up on that narcissist? Compared to Fu Jinghen, Qi Ming isn’t even as good as his toenails," Wen Qiao replied with evident disdain for Qi Ming, shaking her arm as she spoke. Then, seeming to recall sothing else, she added, "No, that’s not right. I never actually cared about him."
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