CHAPTER 426: 424: DEW MARRIAGE

Watching Wen Qiao curled up in bed like a little shrimp, Fu Jinghen pinched her earlobe resentfully. "You little vixen."

He brushed away the hair by her cheeks and planted a kiss on her face before getting up and tiptoeing out of the room.

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"Sis, sis!"

An excited female voice abruptly filled the quiet room. Feng Susu looked at her crooked eyeliner and frowned. "Why are you yelling?"

"Sorry, I got too excited." The assistant stopped behind the mirror in front of Feng Susu. "Guess what I just saw?"

Feng Susu picked up a cotton swab and carefully dabbed at the corner of her eye. "Whatever you saw, step aside first, you’re blocking my light."

"Oh, okay." The assistant stepped aside, then dropped the bombshell. "I just came up from downstairs and saw President Fu leaving Wen Qiao’s room."

As soon as the assistant finished speaking, Feng Susu sharply inhaled, pulling out a tissue to dab the tears caused by the cotton swab and peering at her assistant with one eye open. "What did you say?"

"I saw it clearly, President Fu came out of Wen Qiao’s room."

The assistant pulled out her phone and lit up the screen. "It’s not even six yet, and President Fu came out of Wen Qiao’s room. What does that tell you?"

"....."

What else could it tell?

It suggested they spent the night together, obviously.

Feng Susu murmured to herself. "No wonder Wen Qiao has such good resources... It seems the rumors are true..."

"What’s true or false, sis? What are you talking about?" The assistant caught only the last few words and leaned in closer. "When President Fu was indifferent to the room card you offered him last night, I thought he was a gentleman. I didn’t expect he already had a reservation. Sis, why don’t you try again? If Wen Qiao could do it, you definitely can, you’re not lacking compared to her."

"..... No point in trying anymore." Feng Susu’s face darkened as she covered her assistant’s mouth and pushed her away. "Keep your mouth shut. Don’t mention anything about last night or this morning to anyone. If I hear it from a third person, you’re in trouble."

"Oh okay!" The assistant covered her mouth, signaling she wouldn’t speak of it. After a while, she asked again. "Are we not going to leak this?"

"Leak it to whom?"

The assistant paused. "The media... the paparazzi, you know..."

Feng Susu resumed applying her eyeliner, pulling at the corner of her eye. "Why would I leak this? I’m a host in the media industry, and she’s in show business. We have no resources or interest conflicts. Why would I stir up trouble for no reason?"

"But isn’t there a conflict of interest, her and President Fu—"

"Are you dumb?" Feng Susu paused her eyeliner application for fear of ruining it again and looked at her simple-minded assistant. "Wen Qiao is mixed up with Fu Jinghen now, certainly heating things up. If I blow this up, even if not for Wen Qiao’s sake, would Fu Jinghen let me off? Only a fool would pick a fight with Wen Qiao at this time."

Actually, she didn’t give him the room card because she wanted anything from Fu Jinghen. She was currently the top host on Tomato Channel, with first-class resources and connections, not needing a man to maintain her status.

She merely lusted after Fu Jinghen—such an attractive man, who wouldn’t want a fling with him, even if just a transient affair?