CHAPTER 606: CHAPTER 604: DON’T THINK THAT I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE UP TO

"Not a friend I told you about," Jiang Yao said evenly, "You don’t know them."

"Oh."

Wen Qiao just asked casually and wasn’t really curious.

"I’m heading back," Wen Qiao turned and walked towards her own doorstep, "Good night."

"Good night."

The moment the door closed, for some reason, Wen Qiao’s mind suddenly replayed Jiang Yao’s words, "You don’t know them."

Why did she feel like there was a hint of a cover-up in that statement?

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The next day, Wen Qiao’s internal clock failed completely, and she only slothfully woke up when the sun was already high in the sky.

Squinting, she reached for her phone, unlocked WeChat, and reviewed the schedule Fu Jinghen had reported to her for this morning.

The last message, sent ten minutes ago, asked her what she wanted for lunch.

Seemed like he was planning to mooch off her for a meal again.

Wen Qiao chuckled softly and pressed the voice message button, her voice laced with the drowsiness of having just woken up, "I have to wear a gown for the banquet tonight, so I’m not eating today."

[Fu Jinghen: Why can’t you eat if you’re wearing a gown?]

Wen Qiao didn’t want to type and replied with a voice message, "Because eating will give me a little belly, and that won’t look good in a gown."

[Fu Jinghen: You have a great figure, no belly. You can eat.]

Fu Jinghen’s compliment contained more than half of his subjective thoughts, and Wen Qiao was not swayed in the slightest.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: No matter what you say, it won’t work. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You’re not mooching off me today.]

This time, it took two minutes for Fu Jinghen to reply.

[Fu Jinghen: ...Oh.]

Looking at the row of ellipses and the simple "oh," Wen Qiao could almost see Fu Jinghen’s eyes filled with resentment.

She pursed her lips in amusement, returned to the homepage, and checked her other unread messages.

Lying in bed browsing her phone for a while, Wen Qiao finally woke up completely. She got out of bed for a quick wash and then drifted into the kitchen to make herself a small vegetable salad to tide her hunger over.

Otherwise, not eating anything all day would flatten her stomach, but she’d be not far from starvation too.

The banquet was at seven in the evening, and Huo Mutian had agreed to pick her up just after six.

After leisurely finishing her bowl of vegetable salad, Wen Qiao checked the work schedule Jiang Yao had sent her. Jiang Yao didn’t expect her to remember her own schedule, just having an impression of it was enough.

[Yao Aya: Another script has come in, I took a look, it’s not bad. I’ve sent it to your email; check it out when you have time in the next few days.]

[Yao Aya: Although it’s not a big production, the plot and character designs are quite outstanding. The director shot a low-budget web drama last year with a very good response. As long as the actor playing opposite you doesn’t drag you down, there’s a good chance it becomes a hit.]

Wen Qiao’s business endorsements were mostly fully decided by Jiang Yao. Her endorsements started off on a high note, which guaranteed that the brands she would endorse in the future wouldn’t be of low quality.

The fashion industry is inextricably linked to the entertainment industry, and it even sometimes takes precedence. That’s why celebrities place great importance on fashion resources, using them to elevate their own prestige.

The fashion industry is also a very opportunistic sphere; it only cares about the commercial value of the artist. They don’t care how bad your films are; as long as you have influence, appeal, and conversion power, the fashion industry will recognize you.

It was for this reason that Wen Qiao’s fashion and business endorsements needed to be carefully selected.

Jiang Yao allowed Wen Qiao to follow her heart with acting, but she maintained strict control in this area.