Although Wen Qiao’s words deeply moved Jiang Yao, she always kept in mind her identity as an agent.
"But you are currently on the rise, and going public with your relationship would bring more harm than benefit to your career."
"The disadvantages compared to losing Fu Jinghen again are nothing," Wen Qiao removed her disposable gloves and sat cross-legged face to face with Jiang Yao on the couch. "I was never on the idol path, what counts is speaking through quality work and being true to myself. Moreover, the fans who truly like adore for who I am, not for any attributes tacked onto ."
"Moreover, when I was first slandered online because of Qi Ming, it was so bad that I almost received my own funeral portrait, but I survived, didn’t I? There won’t be a situation worse than that. I’ve never lacked the courage to start over, but if you miss the right person, it’s a true miss."
Jiang Yao felt that love might really be a powerful thing, just like Wen Qiao, who seed to have suddenly grown up.
She still held firm to her own beliefs, unyielding once she made up her mind, but within that, there was added resilience.
"Since you’ve thought through the consequences, what can I say?" Jiang Yao remarked. "As a friend, I’ve always supported any decision you make, and that previous comnt was just a reminder from , as an agent."
After saying this, Jiang Yao suddenly rembered sothing and nudged Wen Qiao with her elbow. "So what you just said, about you being easy to handle, having already settled things with my boss, and not needing to worry about publicizing your relationship—all planned out, huh?"
Wen Qiao: "..."
How does this person’s mind work?
She’d talked so much, hinting not to miss the right person—how did it end up with this aning in her mind?
But now that she thought about it, it did indeed seem preditated.
"What I an is, I’ve found my Mr. Right, and I hope you find yours too. Don’t wait until you’ve lost him to regret and realize you should’ve cherished him."
Hints were useless; it had to be said outright.
Jiang Yao paused, then took a sip of beer to cover her confusion and mumbled, "I don’t even know where my Mr. Right is, whether he’s even born yet."
Wen Qiao did not call out Jiang Yao’s feigning ignorance and went along with her words, "Then just wait. Good things co to those who wait, you only need to worry if you’re not even prepared to try."
"You think every man is as gentle and patient as your President Fu."
"Sister Yao, you’re wrong. Fu Jinghen isn’t gentle and patient with everyone, just with . If the man you find treats you the sa as everyone else, then he’s definitely not your Mr. Right, understand?"
Jiang Yao recalled how Ye Shengnan, who was usually cold and reserved, seed like a different person around her, talking so much that sotis she wished she could sew his mouth shut. In contrast, she, who was usually articulate, beca silent around him.
Wen Qiao, guiding a "misguided" child, earnestly advised Jiang Yao, "You said it yourself, not all n are Fu Jinghen, but that doesn’t an all n are bad. Don’t approach every man who cos close with your fixed ideas about love; it might cause you to miss the right one."
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