Jiang Yao chuckled with understanding, no longer pressing Wen Qiao with questions.
Because she had gotten the answer she wanted.
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Jiang Yao had arranged for Wen Qiao two magazine photo shoots, one was collaboration with Huasong dia, shot in Huasong dia’s studio, and the other was for a magazine aid at males—"MAN," which required going to their magazine company for the shoot.
Today, Wen Qiao was scheduled to shoot the November cover of "MAN" magazine.
"MAN" magazine, as a leading male-oriented publication in both the fashion and entertainnt industries, had high standing, having previously featured top-tier actresses or internationally acclaid film actresses on its covers.
In the past, Wen Qiao’s current status wouldn’t have sufficed for a cover model, but this exception made by "MAN" to invite her was definitely an acknowledgnt.
Each new issue of the magazine even boosted the resources of the actresses who only made it to the inner pages, let alone soone like Wen Qiao with abundant resources. Being invited as a cover model this ti could help her solidify her position in the entertainnt industry and open up more paths in the fashion world.
On the way to the shoot, Jiang Yao pulled out several past issues of "MAN" and handed them over to Wen Qiao, "It’s not like I’m reveling in your misfortune, but if President Fu sees the cover of the next issue, might he just buy up the entire magazine to prevent any other man from getting a chance to view it?"
"MAN" magazine mainly followed a sexy vibe. The cover of a magazine, being the first aspect that could spark people’s desire to buy, ant the poses, makeup, and attire Wen Qiao would have to adopt during the shoot should catch as much attention as possible.
In short, the cover style of this magazine was sothing no man would want his woman to participate in, yet other n very much enjoyed.
Wen Qiao scrolled through the tablet, glimpsing a few past covers, then looked sidelong at the overly excited Jiang Yao, "If you hadn’t said that, I would have believed you weren’t taking pleasure in my predicant."
She handed the tablet back, "If you were really worried, why did you take this job for in the first place? We all know each other so well, let’s not act like we’re hiding sothing obvious."
Jiang Yao pretended to be embarrassed, "Ah, well, when the magazine approached us back then, you and President Fu hadn’t broken the ice yet."
Wen Qiao glanced at her and huffed.
Jiang Yao replied to a few ssages, then set the tablet aside, "But seeing how lovey-dovey you two were yesterday, you must be reconciling soon, right? So what about all those romantic debts you’ve incurred?"
"..."
Wen Qiao hesitated for a mont, then lowered her left leg and crossed her right leg, "What do you an ’all those’? Don’t make it sound like I’ve been with countless n, okay? There were just two, and one doesn’t even count."
"Why?" Jiang Yao asked with interest, "Which one doesn’t count? And why not?"
"Huo Mutian doesn’t count," Wen Qiao said. "He was initially sowhat interested in , but the real reason he made a move was because of Fu Jinghen, not per se. He had so past issues with Fu Jinghen when they were in school, or rather, he unilaterally thought they had issues."
As to the specifics of the issues, it involved Huo Mutian’s privacy, so Wen Qiao did not elaborate further.
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