"Just a venue and you think you can brush off?" Wen Qiao tapped the table and said leisurely, "I’ve been infringed upon for both honor and image rights. Do you know how important these are to a public figure like ?"
"Then how about I cover all the expenses for your wedding?"
Huo Mutian rembered sothing and added, "But you’ll have to buy your own wedding dress. I don’t have many firsts left for my future wife, so I can’t let soone else buy the wedding dress too."
Wen Qiao choked on his words a bit. Although she’s dated quite a bit, in so ways, her thinking is still quite traditional.
When she reads novels, her only requirent is that the male and female leads must both be pure.
Kissing, holding hands, hugging—those are all fine. Just as long as they don’t et each other stark naked.
"If I were Fang Qinghe, there’s no way I’d be with you."
"Why?" Huo Mutian got anxious, "What’s wrong with ? Am I not handso or do I not have enough money? Of course, don’t judge my looks based on your preference for Fu Jinghen."
Wen Qiao didn’t like the white threads on oranges. Focused on peeling them off, she responded without even thinking, "Because I have a thing for virgins."
"..."
After stuffing the now thread-less orange into her mouth, Wen Qiao realized the surrounding atmosphere was a bit off.
She looked up at Huo Mutian, seeing him trying hard not to laugh. After recalling what she just said, she silently covered her face.
Boo hoo hoo.
Why is her mouth so fast?
Why is it out of control of her brain?
Huo Mutian, unable to hold back, half-laughed, "So you’re saying that Fu Jinghen is almost thirty and still a virgin?"
Wen Qiao covered her face and didn’t respond.
"Hey, you already said it, so why be embarrassed?" Huo Mutian nudged her foot, "Don’t worry, since you helped , I’ll naturally keep your secret. I won’t tell Fu Jinghen that you told he’s almost thirty and still a virgin."
Wen Qiao moved her foot away, "Get lost!"
Now she’s really handed Huo Mutian so leverage.
"Hey, what are you avoiding?" Huo Mutian followed closely, nudging Wen Qiao’s foot again, "So is he still one now?"
"None of your damn business." Wen Qiao stomped hard on Huo Mutian’s foot, twisting it a bit, "If you keep yamring, I’ll go tell Fang Qinghe right now that this was all your ploy to catch her attention."
"Okay, okay, I won’t ask anymore." Huo Mutian bent over in pain, his hands hovering near Wen Qiao’s leg, not quite touching, "Can you move your foot first?"
Wen Qiao huffed heavily, twisted her foot again, and then finally withdrew it.
Huo Mutian pressed his foot through his shoe, "So by the sound of it, you’re actually going to help ?"
"Seeing as you’re being sincere, I’ll help you this once." After saying that, Wen Qiao asked Jiang Yao sitting across from her, "Sister Yao, there shouldn’t be any problem, right?"
"Without your face clearly shown, there shouldn’t be much of an issue." Jiang Yao, who had been quite anxious upon first hearing the news, had cald, "You can decide for yourself."
"Then that’s fine."
A wedding isn’t cheap. Though they aren’t short of money, as the saying goes, only a fool passes up a bargain.
Moreover, Huo Mutian specifically spent money to buy trending spots for publicity. By the ti he told them about it, the hype had already built up. There was really no point in pulling it back, and since he had already sched her into it, she’d naturally hold onto the benefits.
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