Wen Qiao subconsciously wanted to retort, "He wouldn’t," but the words reached her lips and she swallowed them back.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Fu Jinghen; rather, their current relationship simply didn’t warrant such a definitive claim from her.
"Whatever," Wen Qiao said, her tone revealing not the slightest hint of concern for the matter, "He and I were only engaged and then broke it off. There’s nothing between us now, so whoever he wants to bring with him is up to him."
Huo Mutian glanced at her sideways and gave an ambiguous chuckle.
The venue of the banquet was at a manor in the suburbs, rumored to have been the residence of a brigadier general during the period of the Republic of China, and has since beco a gathering place for major brands, businesses, and families.
It took more than half an hour to drive from Wen Qiao’s apartnt to the manor. By the ti they arrived at the entrance, there were still fifteen minutes before the banquet started.
Huo Mutian didn’t bring a driver, and after parking the car, he got out and opened the car door for Wen Qiao, extending his arm for her to hold as she stepped out.
Wen Qiao, holding a classic clutch from Brand C, hooked her arm through Huo Mutian’s as they walked towards the venue.
Journalists crowded the steps at the entrance of the venue, their flashbulbs firing incessantly, capturing every move of the stars and fashion magnates attending the banquet.
The mont Huo Mutian and Wen Qiao made their entrance, the flashing of caras visibly sped up in both speed and frequency.
Huo Mutian wasn’t involved in the entertainnt industry, but among his ex-girlfriends, there were certainly no lack of beauties from it, ranging from top-tier actresses to fresh-faced newcors he had dated.
His frequency of making headlines in the entertainnt news was no less than that of the stars who truly mingled in the industry.
And Wen Qiao, being the newly prominent rising starlet whose career had taken off amid endless scandals, made the reporters envision the front-page headlines as soon as they spotted the two together.
"When did Wen Qiao hook up with Huo Mutian?"
"Who knows? Huo Mutian’s a playboy, and Wen Qiao’s no slouch either. When those two get together, it’s hard to say who’s playing whom."
"But Wen Qiao sure is lucky. Ever since she stopped chasing after Qi Ming, her career has been on fire, and all the n she’s linked with are impressive."
"It’s all about strategy and skill."
"I think you’re just jealous."
"..."
The hushed chatter wasn’t fully clear, but it reached the ears of Wen Qiao and Huo Mutian. Huo Mutian’s gaze sharpened as he precisely targeted those few journalists with his piercing look.
Wen Qiao held onto his arm and whispered, "It’s okay, let them say what they want since we can’t control their mouths. The journalists who’ve got a pass to this banquet aren’t nobodies; there’s no need to conflict with them."
Huo Mutian didn’t quite agree, his brow slightly furrowed. "You’re here with ; they talk about you in front of as if I’m dead?"
"You’re a living person standing right here, who would treat you like you’re dead?" Wen Qiao gently patted his arm, trying to calm him. "Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. You said it yourself, the magazine editor has ties with your dad. If we ss things up, won’t your old man be furious?"
"..."
Huo Mutian looked at Wen Qiao, observing that her deanor was entirely relaxed, truly unaffected by their words.
"Chill out, I’m the queen of gossip. I’ve seen it all when it cos to storms."
Huo Mutian was amused by her, letting out a light snort. "That’s true, there’s so truth to what they said; the n you’re linked with in the scandals are indeed all remarkable."
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