Of course, there were also so positive comnts—
"The man in the photo is the nephew of the assistant director of ’Red Makeup’, nad Song Qian, a senior student in the directing departnt. Stop making wild guesses."
"What’s with this comnt section, can’t you go a day without being sour? What’s wrong with friends having a al together? It’s a square table, and there were only three of them. How else could they sit?"
"If Lin Ruochun was the one sitting in the middle next to Song Qian, would you then say Wen Qiao was scheming, positioning Lin Ruochun next to another man to distance herself?"
"In fact, aside from being a bit overzealous in her pursuit of Qi Ming, Wen Qiao hasn’t done anything else so outrageous, has she? Why keep harping on her? It’s fine for a guy to chase the person he likes, but when a girl does it, it becos clingy? Isn’t that a bit of a double standard?"
"To be honest, I really like Wen Qiao’s looks. The entertainnt industry has been full of pale, thin, and youthful looks for the last few years, which is aesthetically tiring. It’s been a long ti since I’ve seen a star as vivid as Wen Qiao."
"...."
There were all sorts of comnts, and the people involved were still completely unaware, but in Beicheng, a thousand miles away, soone got restless after seeing these trending searches.
The first to get restless was Qin Xiang.
Lights blazed on the top floor of the FS Building. Fu Jinghen was distractedly glancing between his computer and his phone, afraid of missing any news.
As a result, his phone, which had been buzzing with texts all afternoon, had suddenly fallen silent more than an hour earlier, without any new ssages coming in.
After a while, a "ding-dong" chi sounded, and Fu Jinghen picked up his phone imdiately.
Upon seeing the caller ID, he made a disapproving "tsk" sound.
But he answered anyway, "What’s up?"
Qin Xiang blustered on the other end, "Big news! So punk is trying to run off with our Ah Chun."
".....Oh." Fu Jinghen responded coolly, "And that’s my problem because?"
"Inviting soone out for late-night snacks so late at night is suspicious."
The feelings between people are not always mutual. To Qin Xiang’s anxious rants, Fu Jinghen felt nothing, "What’s so wrong about having late-night snacks? She’s grown up; can’t she have her own circle of friends?"
"....." Qin Xiang choked up, then suddenly asked, "You haven’t checked Weibo yet, have you?"
"No ti."
"Oh, well, I’d kindly inform you that your little fiancée was also there for the late-night snacks." Qin Xiang added darkly, "And just to remind you, that guy who went to eat with them is the nephew of your crew’s Deputy Director Song."
The next second, Qin Xiang could only hear an icy "beep beep" from the phone.
After hanging up, Fu Jinghen imdiately called Wen Qiao, but the call rang through leaving only the cold, chanical voice of the voicemail to greet him.
He then opened Weibo and saw a clearer picture of the trio eating late-night snacks in the Film and TV City, centered around them.
Wen Qiao in the photo was smiling very happily, Lin Ruochun beside her also wore a faint smile, and the only male, Song Qian, was turned towards the cara, showing just his back, his expression indiscernible.
"....."
Good.
Very good.
Extrely good.
It was he who was angry, yet sohow she managed to be even angrier out of nowhere and wasn’t answering his calls, leaving him famished all afternoon.
Now she was out spending his money on late-night snacks with another man.
He truly had spoiled her too much.
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