CHAPTER 611: CHAPTER 609: BAD TASTE

"Seriously, Qiaoqiao and the Huo family’s young lad look quite the handsome couple together, and they’re not that far apart in age either—definitely have more in common to talk about." Fu Qiang relentlessly rubbed salt into Fu Jinghen’s wounds, "No wonder she didn’t glance at you just now. If I were her, I wouldn’t look at you either. With such fresh and tender ’young meat’ by her side, who would go for someone tough to chew like you?"

Fu Jinghen turned his head and looked at Fu Qiang, smiling slightly, "So, you mean to say your brother-in-law doesn’t quite satisfy the palate, huh?"

Caught off guard, Fu Qiang glared at him, "This rascal really knows how to avoid taking a loss."

No wonder he managed to lose his own wife.

Serves him right.

"Besides," Fu Jinghen spoke again, "Huo Mutian is only a year younger than me."

Just one year, and how come Huo Mutian is considered ’young meat,’ and he’s labeled as ’tough old meat’?

Isn’t this just age discrimination?

"Really?" Fu Qiang deliberately agitated Fu Jinghen, "Had you not mentioned it, I would have thought he and Qiaoqiao were the same age."

"Something must be wrong with your eyes, then."

Fu Qiang blinked at him, "Not at all, my eyesight is great at 5.2."

"..."

"Say what you want." Fu Jinghen snorted heavily and turned his head away, no longer speaking to Fu Qiang.

Fu Qiang couldn’t help but snicker at the sight of Fu Jinghen’s darkened expression.

Without adding a bit of crisis, he’d never know to move forward.

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This evening event, having invited big shots like Fu Jinghen and Huo Mutian, was buzzing with excitement.

From the moment Fu Jinghen and Huo Mutian stepped into the venue, people eager to exchange pleasantries never ceased.

Wen Qiao, acting as Huo Mutian’s companion for the evening, played her part professionally, smiling at the corner of her lips, following by Huo Mutian’s side, dealing with the back-and-forth social interactions.

Being able to "read the room" is an essential skill in this vast social circle. Despite whatever blunders Wen Qiao had made in the past, and being looked down upon by many, times had changed, especially now that she stood next to Huo Mutian.

It was well known that Huo Mutian changed women as frequently as clothes, yet he never sneaked around; each girlfriend was publicly known, and he was well-regarded for treating women well.

So, regardless of how long Wen Qiao would stay by Huo Mutian’s side, people wouldn’t ignore her or give her a cold shoulder.

The event, led by a fashion magazine, naturally attracted many from the entertainment industry—famous directors, screenwriters, producers were in abundance.

With Jiang Yao not beside her, Wen Qiao had no intention of networking alone, but she overlooked one thing: Huo Mutian himself was a live advertisement. Even if she didn’t actively seek others to network, they would come to her.

A producer finally approached after the crowd around Huo Mutian and Wen Qiao had dispersed, carrying a glass of wine.

"Mr. Huo."

"Mm."

The producer lowered his glass to clink with Huo Mutian’s, then turned to Wen Qiao, "I’ve long heard of Miss Wen, and today I finally meet you in person."

"You flatter me too much, Producer Zhang," Wen Qiao also clinked her glass with his, "Compared to you, your reputation is much larger. I am just a newcomer."

Wen Qiao felt somewhat grateful that Xiao Chu had forced her to spend half an hour learning about prominent figures in the industry before attending the dinner; otherwise, she wouldn’t have recognized any of these people.