"?"
Jiang Yao’s sowhat relaxed posture imdiately straightened upon hearing this, and she looked at Wen Qiao with a stern expression, "You an, she likes President Fu?"
Wen Qiao hesitated before nodding, "It could probably possibly maybe be, if I’m not guessing wrong, yes."
It really wasn’t her fault for not being sure, since she lost the desire to continue reading the book after her cannon fodder original character logged off.
But judging by Lin Ruochun’s various actions, she should be fond of Fu Jinghen, otherwise why would she always be looking for trouble with her?
It’s not like because her original character was cannon fodder that just anybody in the book could stand on the moral high ground and despise her, before taking the opportunity to trample on her, right?
The author might as well just go ahead and write the Great Compassion Mantra.
To harbor the world in one’s heart, to save all beings.
Jiang Yao as if facing a formidable enemy, "Fuck fuck fuck, Wen Qiao, you’re in danger."
Wen Qiao was clueless, "?"
"The Lin Family and the Fu Family have always had business cooperations, and their relationship is no less significant than that between your mother and President Fu’s sister; moreover, Lin Ruochun and Fu Jinghen are childhood sweethearts, even though there’s an age difference of three, four, five, six years. But since President Fu can fancy soone like you, it’s not impossible that he’ll fancy Lin Ruochun in the future—after all, n all like younger fresher ’grass.’"
Jiang Yao rattled off a bunch of words, successfully tying Wen Qiao’s brain in knots, but she still grasped the key point in Jiang Yao’s words, "What do you an he can fancy soone like ? What am I like? Does he fancy grudgingly? Am I, soone unique above and beneath the heavens, not a match for him, Fu Jinghen, an old man?"
Jiang Yao, "Are you misunderstanding sothing about yourself? Soone like President Fu is a rare and unique species under the heavens, but soone like you—Fu can find a bunch of people like you around him."
"?"
Wen Qiao sincerely asked, "Sister Yao, do you know what I want to do right now?"
Jiang Yao, flipping through her backpack, replied perfunctorily, "Not interested."
Wen Qiao continued on her own, "I want to fire you."
"I found it." Jiang Yao pulled out her phone, unlocked it pointing at Wen Qiao’s face, and then opened the contacts list, "Do what you want, but before you fire , do a favor."
Wen Qiao was sowhat baffled by her smooth sequence of actions, only to see Jiang Yao tap the screen a couple of tis, then handed the phone to her.
"Call President Fu to check in, make your presence felt; from now on, you need to send him ssages to greet him every morning, afternoon, and evening. You’ll be stuck here on the set for months and can’t leave—don’t wait until you’re back for President Fu to already be on the vast pastureland, where he won’t even rember you, the small tender ’grass’."
Rembering Fu Jinghen’s behavior from the morning, Wen Qiao instinctively refused, "Is he so national leader? Do I need to greet him three tis a day? I’m afraid I might wear out his life."
No sooner had she spoken than a deep magnetic male voice ca from the phone held in her palm, "Who’s life are you wearing out?"
!!!
Wen Qiao stared at Jiang Yao with wide eyes.
When did this call get made!?
Jiang Yao! I’m going to kill you!
Then Jiang Yao completely ignored her angry glare, turned her head, started packing up their luggage, not heeding anything outside the window, and only focused on being a virtuous person.
The call had already been made; it would seem too guilty if she hung up now.
She brought the phone to her ear, her tone fierce, "Who told you to call ?"
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