"Seriously, Qiaoqiao and the Huo family’s young lad look quite the handso couple together, and they’re not that far apart in age either—definitely have more in common to talk about." Fu Qiang relentlessly rubbed salt into Fu Jinghen’s wounds, "No wonder she didn’t glance at you just now. If I were her, I wouldn’t look at you either. With such fresh and tender ’young at’ by her side, who would go for soone tough to chew like you?"
Fu Jinghen turned his head and looked at Fu Qiang, smiling slightly, "So, you an to say your brother-in-law doesn’t quite satisfy the palate, huh?"
Caught off guard, Fu Qiang glared at him, "This rascal really knows how to avoid taking a loss."
No wonder he managed to lose his own wife.
Serves him right.
"Besides," Fu Jinghen spoke again, "Huo Mutian is only a year younger than ."
Just one year, and how co Huo Mutian is considered ’young at,’ and he’s labeled as ’tough old at’?
Isn’t this just age discrimination?
"Really?" Fu Qiang deliberately agitated Fu Jinghen, "Had you not ntioned it, I would have thought he and Qiaoqiao were the sa age."
"Sothing must be wrong with your eyes, then."
Fu Qiang blinked at him, "Not at all, my eyesight is great at 5.2."
"..."
"Say what you want." Fu Jinghen snorted heavily and turned his head away, no longer speaking to Fu Qiang.
Fu Qiang couldn’t help but snicker at the sight of Fu Jinghen’s darkened expression.
Without adding a bit of crisis, he’d never know to move forward.
-
This evening event, having invited big shots like Fu Jinghen and Huo Mutian, was buzzing with excitent.
From the mont Fu Jinghen and Huo Mutian stepped into the venue, people eager to exchange pleasantries never ceased.
Wen Qiao, acting as Huo Mutian’s companion for the evening, played her part professionally, smiling at the corner of her lips, following by Huo Mutian’s side, dealing with the back-and-forth social interactions.
Being able to "read the room" is an essential skill in this vast social circle. Despite whatever blunders Wen Qiao had made in the past, and being looked down upon by many, tis had changed, especially now that she stood next to Huo Mutian.
It was well known that Huo Mutian changed won as frequently as clothes, yet he never sneaked around; each girlfriend was publicly known, and he was well-regarded for treating won well.
So, regardless of how long Wen Qiao would stay by Huo Mutian’s side, people wouldn’t ignore her or give her a cold shoulder.
The event, led by a fashion magazine, naturally attracted many from the entertainnt industry—famous directors, screenwriters, producers were in abundance.
With Jiang Yao not beside her, Wen Qiao had no intention of networking alone, but she overlooked one thing: Huo Mutian himself was a live advertisent. Even if she didn’t actively seek others to network, they would co to her.
A producer finally approached after the crowd around Huo Mutian and Wen Qiao had dispersed, carrying a glass of wine.
"Mr. Huo."
"Mm."
The producer lowered his glass to clink with Huo Mutian’s, then turned to Wen Qiao, "I’ve long heard of Miss Wen, and today I finally et you in person."
"You flatter too much, Producer Zhang," Wen Qiao also clinked her glass with his, "Compared to you, your reputation is much larger. I am just a newcor."
Wen Qiao felt sowhat grateful that Xiao Chu had forced her to spend half an hour learning about prominent figures in the industry before attending the dinner; otherwise, she wouldn’t have recognized any of these people.
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