CHAPTER 449: CHAPTER 447: DOES PRESIDENT FU REALLY WANT TO GO PUBLIC?

Fu Jinghen frowned. This voice—why did it sound so familiar?

He looked toward the crack in the door.

The gap was small, but he could vaguely make out some of the scene inside.

The woman raised her hand to embrace the man, only to be pushed away by him.

In the instant when he saw the woman’s profile clearly, Fu Jinghen instinctively dodged to the side.

The waiter clearly also heard the conversation and looked at Fu Jinghen with an embarrassed glance, noting that the man who was still amiable even after having wine spilled on him now had a face as dark as a storm cloud.

"President, President Fu," the waiter’s heart tightened. "There should be spare clothes in the other restrooms, I can lead—"

Before the waiter could finish, the man had already turned away and left.

Wen Shu, who was standing on the edge of the hall and talking with others, saw this and lowered her eyes, then lifted her glass to lightly sip some champagne.

-

"Alright, that’s good."

Director Zheng stood up, interrupting the two actors, "Very nice, that was the Tong Yu I had in mind."

Wen Qiao shed the emotions from the scene and shook her hand, which she had just knocked against the table: "As long as the director is satisfied."

"The script still lacks an ending; filming won’t start until January, you—"

Wen Qiao caught Zheng Chen’s drift and laughed: "I’m always available. Just call me when you need me, Director Zheng."

"Having your word puts me at ease." Zheng Chen looked at Qi Ming: "But you truly have no talent for acting at all."

"It was you who said to just be a prompter, and I’ve been diligent enough. At least I memorized my lines," Qi Ming glared at Zheng Chen unhappily: "Now you pick at this and that, such a nit-picker."

"Hey, you little brat, don’t forget your place," Zheng Chen threw Qi Ming a playful punch: "I’m just trying to discover some other talent in you, ungrateful fellow."

"Please, you’re just making excuses to put me down," Qi Ming said: "Are we done? I’m going to find my girlfriend now."

"Scram, then," Zheng Chen said dismissively: "Putting romance before bromance."

Qi Ming hummed nonchalantly and turned to leave.

Jiang Yao checked the time, "We should also go out, the banquet is about to begin."

"Okay then," Zheng Chen motioned with his hand, signalling Wen Qiao to lead the way: "Female Lead, after you."

"You first, Director Zheng."

Once the three of them had left, Qi Ming hadn’t gone far when Wen Qiao, with matters weighing on her mind, lifted her skirt to catch up.

"Qi Ming."

Qi Ming turned around, and saw Wen Qiao approaching: "What’s up?"

"When is your little uncle’s birthday?"

-

At eight o’clock sharp, the charity banquet officially began.

Under the guidance of the waiters, everyone walked into the banquet hall and took their seats according to the arrangements. Most of the lights in the hall dimmed, leaving only a bright cluster above the stage.

A representative from the D-brand was giving a speech on stage. Wen Qiao seemed to be listening intently to the speech from below, but her eyes were actually scouring the room for Fu Jinghen.

"Stop looking," Jiang Yao leaned over and whispered in her ear, noticing her fidgeting: "Someone of your President Fu’s stature is definitely going to be sitting in the front row."

"......"

True.

"If you were public, you could be sitting in the front row too, no need to search around in the dark like this."

Wen Qiao paused slightly, giving her a sideways glance: "Are you on Fu Jinghen’s payroll? You’ve been bringing up going public all evening."

"Not at all, I’ve only mentioned it twice," Jiang Yao defended.

Jiang Yao asked, "So does President Fu really want to go public?"

Remembering Fu Jinghen’s profoundly aggrieved expression every time she avoided him in public, Wen Qiao’s lips curled into a smirk: "It’s alright, I guess. Anyway, he’s just hinted that I’m not giving him proper recognition."