CHAPTER 471: CHAPTER 469: THE WIFE HAS ESCAPED AND YOU STILL HAVE THE MOOD TO ANSWER THE PHONE

Fu Jinghen smoothed his brows and pushed a glass of water towards Fu Qiang, "Have some water."

Fu Qiang picked up the water glass and gulped it down quickly. As she set down the glass and was about to unleash more fury on Fu Jinghen, she saw him stand up from his chair and leave.

"What are you doing? I’m not done scolding yet."

Fu Jinghen shook the cellphone in his hand, indicating he was going to take a call.

Fu Qiang glared at him with the frustration of unmet expectations, "Taking a call, taking a call, your wife runs off and you still feel like taking calls."

Fu Jinghen paused while closing the door, looking back at Fu Qiang through the glass door with a somewhat plaintive gaze.

When it came to rubbing salt into wounds, his sister was truly adept at it.

Fu Jinghen pressed the green button to answer the call, "Did you find out?"

"I found out," Feng Li reported over the phone: "Today’s charade was orchestrated by Shi Koufan’s boss, Shengchao Entertainment. The paparazzi who followed Miss Wen to take pictures and the accounts that posted the articles were also arranged by Shengchao.

"Shi Koufan’s contract with Shengchao is about to expire, but he has declined their offer to renew. It seems he has angered them, hence this mess."

Feng Li, filled with indignant fervor, continued, "I used to hear how great Shengchao Entertainment was, but upon investigating, it’s not that at all. Since its inception, they’ve only made four stars famous while continuously exploiting them."

Fu Jinghen responded with a "Hmm," "Anything else?"

Feng Li was slightly startled.

What else?

Fu Jinghen, leaning on the balcony railing with one hand, tapped his fingers, reminding again, "Eating."

Feng Li still didn’t catch the gist, "What about eating?"

Fu Jinghen, slightly annoyed, said, "Never mind, it’s nothing."

Perhaps propelled by a strong instinct to survive, Feng Li had a sudden realization just as Fu Jinghen was about to hang up, "Oh, eating, right. Miss Wen wasn’t dining alone with Shi Koufan. They were accompanied by Shen Zai from the ’Unexpected’ show. The three of them were together, and the photos were deliberately angled by the paparazzi to mislead the public. President Fu, you can rest assured now."

Fu Jinghen’s mood slightly improved, retorting, "When did I ever say I was worried?"

"...."

Feng Li, very attuned to keeping his boss on good footing, smoothed things over, "You never said that. It was all my gossiping initiative. Just take it as me giving you a heads up for fun."

Rich people indeed have intricate and circuitous thoughts.

Fu Jinghen uttered another "Hmm," but Feng Li, skilled especially in reading comprehension, still managed to sense pleasure in his boss’s mood from that brief utterance.

He silently wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

These days, earning a living was truly challenging.

If he had applied his skill in analyzing Fu Jinghen’s daily moods to his high school language exams, perhaps his scores would have climbed even higher.

"President Fu, there’s one more thing," Feng Li asked, "Regarding Shi Koufan, are we still signing him?"

Since Fu Jinghen had made a personal offer to Shi Koufan during the show, Huasong had already prepared the contract, ready to secure him once his contract with Shengchao was done.

But with today’s drama, those at Huasong were somewhat undecided.

"Sign," Fu Jinghen, tapping his fingers on the railing, decided, "Have Huasong handle the follow-up matters."