CHAPTER 450: CHAPTER 448: ENDORSEMENT FALLS THROUGH

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jiang Yao shook her head incredulously, "Love really can change a person’s nature, huh? Who would’ve thought the high and mighty President Fu would have a day like this, such skill in managing a husband."

"Too kind, too kind."

As they spoke, Wen Qiao also spotted Fu Jinghen’s figure in the front row.

The man sat in the first row, slightly to the right, and the seat beside him that appeared to be reserved for D brand’s representative was empty.

"Damn," Wen Qiao suddenly sighed, "He really is my man, even the back of his head is more attractive than others."

Jiang Yao: "....."

"And now, please welcome our new global spokesperson—"

"Alright, stop gazing, and get ready to go on stage." Jiang Yao patted Wen Qiao, "I don’t oppose your charity work, but consider how much to donate according to your own wallet, alright?"

"Got it, I’m well aware."

Wen Qiao straightened her dress and leaned forward, preparing to stand up from her chair.

"Wen Shu to donate the first sum for this charity gala."

?

Who?

Wen Qiao paused mid-movement, incredulously lifting her head to look in the direction where the spotlight had landed.

Wen Shu slowly stood up from her place, bowed slightly towards the front.

Not just Wen Qiao, even Fu Jinghen, who was seated in the front row, furrowed his brow at the mention of this name.

Why would it be Wen Shu?

He raised his hand to call over Feng Li, "What’s going on?"

Feng Li was baffled, "What do you mean ’what’s going on?’"

Fu Jinghen tapped his fingertips against the armrest, his patience nearly expended, "The spokesperson."

"Weren’t you the one who agreed to it?"

Fu Jinghen’s frown deepened, "When?"

"Boss Lady got hurt that day, you rushed to see her, and when the young master came to look for you at the office, you told him to handle it himself..."

Feng Li’s voice grew quieter with each word until the last few were barely a mumble.

Because he could see that his boss’s face looked like it could drip water.

He closed his mouth and discretely moved backwards.

Wen Shu and Wen Qiao were seated in the same row, but Wen Shu’s seat was a bit more towards the center.

As she passed by Wen Qiao, their eyes met, and Wen Shu said with a smile, "Qiaoqiao, I got this endorsement thanks to President Fu’s help. I haven’t found the opportunity to thank him in person yet, please relay my gratitude to him."

Wen Qiao had already composed herself and looked at her with a nonchalant smile, "Since you know it’s a hassle, why don’t you thank him yourself after the dinner? I’ll decline to help with this favor."

Wen Shu paused, then nodded slightly, "Fair enough."

As Jiang Yao watched the woman walk towards the stage, she clenched her fist, "Damn it, this—"

"What are you up to?" Wen Qiao restrained her by the arm, "Do you want to go up there and punch her, or punch Fu Jing, and then have me trend again? I’ve already thought of the headline ’Wen Qiao envious after losing endorsement shifts blame onto manager, resulting in a fight.’ Can you cool it? I’m not even as worked up as you are."

Jiang Yao was nearly reduced to tears of frustration as she looked at Wen Qiao, "Didn’t you mention this endorsement to Fu Jinghen before? How did it end up in Wen Shu’s hands?"

"I don’t know either." Wen Qiao’s gaze settled on the woman on the stage, her expression gradually growing colder, "There must be some mix-up here, I’ll ask him when I get back. Why are you so anxious? Calm down, they’re only people, keep your expression in check so no one makes a story out of it."

Listening to Wen Qiao’s calm voice, Jiang Yao slowly took a deep breath.

Feeling even more aggrieved,

#%$%@%!

What crap, playing with people like this.