The door of the lounge was knocked on again. Wen Qiao was about to stand up to open it when Fu Jinghen raised his hand to stop her: "Stay seated, I’ll get it."
"Oh."
There was no way around it; her man just delighted in catering to her.
Thinking it was a staff mber coming to call them for the red carpet, they were surprised when they opened the door to see Wen Shu’s figure instead.
"President Fu, is Qiaoqiao inside?"
Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Shu, who appeared slightly anxious, and asked, "What do you need her for?"
Before Wen Shu could answer, Wen Qiao’s voice ca through, "Let her in."
Fu Jinghen paused briefly, then stepped aside, allowing Wen Shu to enter.
Wen Shu hurriedly walked over to Wen Qiao, separated only by a small coffee table.
Seeing her anxious and flustered expression, Wen Qiao had a vague guess but maintained an indifferent façade as she asked, "What do you need for?"
"Qiaoqiao, I’m really sorry. It was who brought that stalker fan inside."
"You brought them in?" Fu Jinghen’s voice was like ice shards, chilling and piercing.
Wen Shu instinctively glanced at Fu Jinghen, then turned back to Wen Qiao, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "I was just getting so fresh air in the small park behind the venue when he suddenly rushed up to , claiming to be your fan and wanting to et you. However, this event is not open to the public. During the staff recruitnt, his family had an issue, so he missed the recruitnt deadline. He found a gap in the back and sneaked in. But without a work badge, he couldn’t enter the main area. He pleaded with for so long, and I softened and brought him in. I didn’t expect him to... I truly didn’t think he would do sothing like that to you. I honestly believed he was just your fan."
Fu Jinghen: "Since the audience is not allowed to attend, and you still brought soone in, it seems Miss Wen really disregards the rules."
"It’s not like that." Wen Shu’s tears hovered, ready to fall, "He begged for so long. Being a celebrity myself, I naturally understand how much fans adore their idols. He even showed his phone wallpaper and Weibo following, all of Qiaoqiao. I thought, since he likes Qiaoqiao so much, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you..."
Wen Qiao suddenly felt amused. If she was explaining, then fine, but why bring herself into it too? What’s with the "naturally understand how much fans love their idols"? Wasn’t this clearly moral coercion?
It was evident she was basically saying: I brought him in because he’s your fan; what happened afterwards has nothing to do with .
"Alright, ignorance is not a sin; I don’t bla you." Wen Qiao flipped her phone, nonchalantly saying, "You don’t need to feel guilty either. Nothing happened to . Just be more cautious and don’t be so quick to trust others next ti."
Wen Shu’s tears finally fell with a patter, "Qiaoqiao, I—"
Wen Qiao raised her hand, "We’re all won here; crying won’t help. I said it was fine, so it’s really fine. The ceremony is about to start. Go freshen up and prepare."
With such a clear dismissal, Wen Shu knew she couldn’t linger any longer. Her eyes dimd, she nodded, and turned to leave.
Fu Jinghen closed the door, standing at the entrance looking at his little girl.
Wen Qiao shrank her neck back: "Why are you looking at like that? Isn’t it good that I’m not blaming her?"
Fu Jinghen walked over and sat down next to her: "What are you thinking?"
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