Wen Qiao sighed faintly, as if she had already anticipated how lively the scene would be that day, how dazzling the reporters' flashbulbs would be, and how exaggerated and sensational the headlines on the entertainment news and on the Weibo hot search would be.
Fu Jinghen scooped up another spoonful of soup and passed it over. Wen Qiao shook her head and pushed it away, "I'm already full."
Fu Jinghen withdrew his hand and placed the things back on the table.
"They won't write nonsense. I'll have someone keep an eye on it. If any bad news comes out, we'll block it."
Wen Qiao let out a small "wow," looking at Fu Jinghen with admiration, "Is this what it feels like to have power and influence?"
Fu Jinghen chuckled. He curled his finger and lightly tapped on Wen Qiao's forehead, "Little drama queen."
Wen Qiao covered the spot he had tapped and stuck out her tongue.
A wave of sleepiness came over her, and she yawned.
"Tired?" Fu Jinghen asked.
