[Qiaoqiao’s not full: ...]
This row of ellipses fully expressed the aning of "besides coming to mock , could you possibly have any other intention."
[Susu: Oh heavens and earth, the first ti I do sothing good in my life and I’m misunderstood. I just thought your husband looked really handso in the video while beating soone up, so I wanted to share it with you. And you misunderstood that I ca to laugh at you. Speechless, totally speechless.]
Right after, Feng Susu sent a series of panda head emojis with ellipses to fully express her speechlessness towards Wen Qiao.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Who asked you to look at my husband? Are you still holding a torch for him?]
[Susu: I’m not the only one who saw your husband. Why are you targeting just ? Besides, having a crush is one thing, I didn’t do anything about it. I admire every handso guy, so your husband is not the only one on my list.]
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Go away.]
Wen Qiao looked at Feng Susu’s profile picture, an image of pure lilies that only moms would use, with the words "pure heart and few desires" written on it.
Pfft!
Pure heart and few desires, my foot.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Look at what you said, is it worthy of your profile picture?]
[Susu: The profile picture is for outsiders to see, it has to be a bit proper.]
[Susu: Look at your profile picture, using such a cute little Jerry, yet you speak so fiercely. Does your husband like this kind of contrasting personality?]
...
This person can’t go three sentences without ntioning her husband.
[Susu: Seriously, when are you and your husband getting a divorce? Let know when you do, so I can see if I can take over.]
!!!
So things just can’t be tolerated.
Wen Qiao pressed the voice button and yelled at the top of her lungs: "We’ll never divorce, not in this lifeti! Even when I die, I want to be buried in the sa coffin as my husband, so just give up already!"
Just as Jinghen was on a call with Feng Li discussing follow-up matters, he suddenly heard Wen Qiao’s words, sounding almost like a vow. Seeing her furious expression, he was montarily unsure whether to feel happy or worried.
Feng Li waited a long ti without hearing a response from Fu Jinghen, instead hearing the strong voice of his boss lady, and felt sowhat reassured. It seed his boss lady hadn’t been too shocked. "President Fu? Are you still listening?"
Jinghen snapped back to reality, responded with a hum, "Do as we just discussed."
"Alright."
After hanging up, Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao and softly asked, "What’s going on?"
Wen Qiao placed her phone in front of him with a cold snort, "President Fu, you really are irresistibly charming, leaving quite the impression on people."
Jinghen looked at her in confusion, then picked up her phone and started scrolling through her chat with Feng Susu.
Two minutes later, Jinghen raised his head from the phone, blinking slowly twice, "This—"
He glanced again at the remark displayed on the screen, continuing, "Who is Feng Susu?"
"..."
Seeing Jinghen’s utterly puzzled expression, Wen Qiao’s anger suddenly vanished.
Soone Jinghen had no impression of whatsoever, why should she even bother being jealous.
"No one you need to know about."
The chill on Wen Qiao’s face subsided as she took back her phone, tapping furiously on the keyboard.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Sorry, even though you keep thinking about my husband, he doesn’t even rember who you are~]
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