CHAPTER 427: CHAPTER 425: PILLOW TALK

It seemed that he had no romantic interest in her and already had someone in mind.

Romantic encounters had to be mutual to be meaningful, and Feng Susu couldn’t force it.

Besides, redirecting her anger at an innocent person? She thought it was in poor taste.

She, Feng Susu, had principles when it came to sleeping with men.

Moreover, given the resources Wen Qiao had recently, Fu Jinghen seemed to really cherish her. Crossing her at this moment would be idiotic.

Should Wen Qiao whisper in Fu Jinghen’s ear, her promising future could be destroyed.

No matter how extensive and powerful her networks were, they were nothing compared to someone like Fu Jinghen.

But how to explain the room card incident...

Say it was given to the wrong person?

Tsk.

So annoying.

She looked up and glared at her assistant. "How come you didn’t notice Fu Jing coming out of Wen Qiao’s room earlier?"

"It’s pretty early though, only six o’clock..."

"Ah, you wouldn’t understand if I told you."

"... Oh."

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When the doorbell rang, Wen Qiao was brushing her teeth.

She asked, "Who is it?" and paused when she heard the person identify themselves.

Feng Susu?

What did she want?

As she was about to open the door, Wen Qiao glanced in the hallway mirror, saw herself with a toothbrush in her mouth looking disheveled, and instinctively sucked in her breath.

After swallowing a bit of toothpaste foam, Wen Qiao quickly rushed to the bathroom, spat it out, and yelled, "Just a minute!"

Then she quickly washed her face, combed her hair, applied a lipstick so subtle that even women might not notice to brighten her complexion, and deliberately didn’t change out of her pajamas. She squinted her eyes and feigned a sleepy look as she opened the door.

"Good morning!"

Before she could show off her stunning, just-awoken bare-faced look, Wen Qiao was startled by the item thrust in her face and the energetic greeting, causing her to step back. Upon focusing, she realized she was looking at a Star Daddy’s takeaway bag.

The bag slipped down, revealing Feng Susu’s smiling face.

"....."

"Have you had breakfast yet?" Feng Susu asked.

Wen Qiao responded subconsciously, "No..."

"I knew it."

Wen Qiao: "....."

Then why ask.

Feng Susu pushed the takeaway bag she was holding into Wen Qiao’s hands: "I just went for a morning run and guessed you wouldn’t be up yet, so I grabbed some breakfast for you on the way. You should eat quickly, we’ve got a show to record soon."

Wen Qiao felt like she was still half asleep as she nodded, turned to head back to her room, then suddenly came to her senses, "Wait, why are you buying me breakfast?"

"Oh, it’s just..." Feng Susu scratched her head, somewhat embarrassed, stepped forward, and lowered her voice to explain rapidly: "About last night with President Fu, don’t misunderstand, I didn’t know about you two... so... anyway, relax, now that I do know, I absolutely won’t disturb you again and definitely won’t spread the word. Consider this breakfast an apology for my ignorance."

After Feng Susu finished, the first thought that came to Wen Qiao’s mind was actually—

Not for nothing is she called Tomato Channel’s silver-tongued host, speaking so rapidly yet clearly and fluently.

"How did you find out?"

"My assistant saw it by accident," Feng Susu assured, raising three fingers to swear. "You can count on this, I’ve told her, and she definitely won’t spill. We’ll keep your secret."

Wen Qiao looked at her skeptically, "Why should I believe you?"