After so intense reading comprehension, Huo Mutian was almost driven half to death with anger.
"Fu Jinghen, what’s with your attitude? If it weren’t for , the video of your wife being harassed by a crazed fan would have gone viral ages ago. It’s fine if you don’t feel grateful, but why are you speaking to in such a sarcastic tone?"
Fu Jinghen: "..."
Wen Qiao: "..."
How could this man possibly be more unreasonable than she was?
"I an, is there sothing wrong with your hearing? How was he sarcastic? Don’t take advantage of my man just because he’s honest." Wen Qiao stood up for him.
"Pfft, honest? If he’s honest, then I’m the epito of chastity." Huo Mutian said, "Ungrateful wretch. I shouldn’t have helped you take down the trending news."
"How is he not honest? You just went on and on with that long speech, did my man say anything?" Wen Qiao, rembering his help, changed the subject before he could retaliate: "Just tell what you need help with. Long-distance calls are expensive; even if you’re not worried, I am."
"I’m the one calling you, it’s not your money, so what’s there to worry about?" Huo Mutian rolled his eyes and stated his request: "So, there’s this pretty actress nad Fang Qinghe at the sa event as you. Could you get her WeChat for ..."
By the end, whether lacking confidence or feeling embarrassed, Huo Mutian’s previously firm voice diminished.
Such an obvious change was like dropping a juicy piece of gossip right in front of Wen Qiao.
Not digging in would be foolish.
"Fang Qinghe, huh—" Wen Qiao drew out her words and said, "What a coincidence, I happen to know her."
Huo Mutian asked, "How do you two, who have nothing in common, know each other?"
"We’re both working in the entertainnt industry, how’s that ’nothing in common’?"
Huo Mutian: "Alright, alright, I don’t care where you work, it makes it easier if you know her, just send her WeChat."
"WeChat, huh—" Wen Qiao once again dragged out her words, and just as Huo Mutian was losing patience, she slowly said, "I don’t have it."
"How can you say you know her without her WeChat?"
"Isn’t a nodding acquaintance enough?"
Huo Mutian issued an ultimatum: "Alright, alright, I don’t care what kind of relationship you have, just get her WeChat or we cut ties."
"Really? If you put it that way, then my husband will definitely stop from getting involved. He would love nothing more than for to lose touch with you."
Wen Qiao glanced over at the man quietly waiting for her to finish her call, and with a playful finger hooked under his chin, she leaned over and pecked him on the lips.
Fu Jinghen sat there compliantly, allowing her to kiss him, and as she pulled away, he lowered his gaze slightly.
The very picture of a virtuous man taken by an overbearing lady.
"Get lost," Huo Mutian cursed, "Go do what I told you, stop wasting ti with all this blabbering."
Hearing Huo Mutian ordering Wen Qiao like that, Fu Jinghen’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, though he said nothing in the end.
"Fine, I’ll do it, but shouldn’t you tell what your relationship is with Fang Qinghe?" Wen Qiao said, "We’ll be shooting a film together soon; if you’re enemies, how am I supposed to navigate being caught in the middle?"
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