CHAPTER 494: CHAPTER 492: LEFT WITH NOTHING

Wen Qiao sat leisurely in her seat, tilted her head to look at the woman, and raised an eyebrow at her, a blatant provocation.

"I can’t help but feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before," the woman squinted at Wen Qiao and suddenly exclaimed, "Are you Wen Qiao?"

"Yes, I am Wen Qiao," Wen Qiao, recognised by someone, was not afraid to acknowledge it: "It seems your eyes are quite sharp."

Due to the weekly variety show broadcasts, Wen Qiao’s fame had significantly increased compared to before.

The other passengers in the cabin craned their necks, seemingly confirming whether this Wen Qiao beside them was the one they thought her to be.

"The threshold for entertainment really is low enough that just about anyone can become a star." The woman snorted coldly, "Do your fans know what kind of person you are in private?"

"The barrier to being human is quite low too; just about anything that crawls out of a person’s stomach can become a person." Wen Qiao lifted her index finger and pointed at her from a distance: "Like you."

The other passengers couldn’t help but laugh at this.

Enraged, the woman’s face turned ashen, and her finger trembled as she pointed at Wen Qiao; she stammered you, you, you, but couldn’t manage to complete her sentence, whereas Wen Qiao, unlike her formerly cold demeanor, seemed to clear the air with a breath, returning to a sunny disposition.

Just as the confrontation between the two heated up, and the others enjoyed watching the spectacle, a flight attendant hurried over.

The first to catch the flight attendant’s attention was the standing woman at the front; she quickly approached to calm her down, "Ma’am, please take your seat. We’ve just passed some turbulence, be careful for your safety."

The woman was ushered back into her seat by the flight attendant, who she then shouted at angrily, "Next time, can your airline check the conduct of the boarding passengers, instead of letting just anyone on?"

Wen Qiao from the back row snapped her fingers: "Well said, sister. Next time, if you have to let such people aboard, give her a dog bite guard in advance to prevent her from biting others."

The woman’s fury rose again, causing the distressed flight attendant to look towards the composed man sitting next to the woman: "Mr. Huo, this—"

The man addressed as Mr. Huo smiled at the flight attendant: "Sorry, go attend to your matters, I’ll handle this."

The flight attendant immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, Mr. Huo."

Unsatisfied, the woman turned to the man beside her, cooing: "Mutian, we can’t just let this go, you have to stand up for me, that Wen Qiao—"

Huo Mutian raised his hand, cutting off what the woman was about to say, smiling lazily: "Why should I stand up for you? We have nothing to do with each other."

The woman was taken aback, her heart tightening: "Aren’t we boyfriend and girlfriend..."

"Not anymore."

The woman’s face went pale in an instant, her voice trembling slightly: "Mutian—"

Huo Mutian placed his index finger to his lips and shushed her: "Keep it down, we wouldn’t want others to eavesdrop and laugh at us."

Huo Mutian gently tucked the woman’s hair behind her ear: "If you remain calm and not cause a fuss, I can still provide for you as before. Otherwise, don’t blame me if you end up with nothing."

The woman fell silent, sitting on her seat with a pale, ashen face.

With peace returning to her ears, Wen Qiao withdrew her gaze from the couple and muttered: "That guy probably isn’t anything decent either, waiting until trouble starts to deal with his girlfriend."