CHAPTER 561: CHAPTER 559: IS THIS OKAY?

Wen Qiao’s sharp gaze softened when she looked at Lin Luang, and a smile crept onto her lips, presenting a completely different face from the one she had just shown to Fu Jinghen.

Because Fu Jinghen was sitting behind the driver’s seat, diagonally opposite to Wen Qiao’s co-driver seat, he could clearly see every action of hers, while Lin Luang, sitting directly behind her, did not have such a good view.

Fu Jinghen, who witnessed all these changes, thought to himself, "Is this woman’s talent in the rapid face-changing art of Peking Opera?"

Was she expressionless and even fierce-looking one second when facing him, and the next second all smiles and laughter with her "little brother"?

Fu Jinghen’s fingers brushed over the watch on his wrist, and the atmosphere around him grew tenser.

But Wen Qiao was not afraid at all; she even included Lin Luang in her sphere of influence, shielding him from Fu Jinghen’s effect.

She looked at Lin Luang with a smile, "That’s good too. If you have any difficulties with your studies, you can message me. Although I’m not exceptionally skilled in my field, I’m often in the drama crew. If you have homework to submit, you can send it to me. I’ll show it to the directors and screenwriters to have a look and they can give you some pointers."

Fu Jinghen, "..."

"Not very skilled?"

She really was being modest.

When she had asked him for the lead role in "Red Makeup" originally, she talked about her professional skills as if they were unmatched in heaven and earth, as if not letting her play Princess Rong Huan would be his and Huasong’s—even FS’s—great loss, the person who was narcissistic every waking hour apart from sleep—

Who was that?

Lin Luang blinked, "Is that okay?"

"How—"

"Not really."

Wen Qiao’s statement was cut off halfway by Fu Jinghen interrupting her.

Her smile faltered, and she slowly shifted her gaze to Fu Jinghen, word by word squeezing out between her teeth, "Why not, President Fu?"

"You and the drama crew have an employment relationship, and it’s part of the job for the directors and screenwriters to guide you in acting, but guiding others is essentially adding to their workload and could even lead to gossip, saying you’re leveraging your position for personal gain."

Fu Jinghen appeared to be genuinely analyzing the situation from their perspective, but essentially, he was looking out for his own interests.

Lin Luang, still an innocent young man new to the entertainment and social whirl, looked dumbfounded by Fu Jinghen’s speech and quickly shook his head not to bother Wen Qiao anymore.

However, Lin Luang’s next words instantly healed Wen Qiao.

"Sister, since that’s the case, let’s just forget it. I don’t want you to be talked about because of me. You’re already tired enough from filming every day; don’t worry about my issues."

Aww!

He was just too adorable, too considerate.

Always thinking about her.

Not like that old man next to him, always putting himself first.

Wen Qiao, from an angle invisible to Lin Luang, glared fiercely at Fu Jinghen.

With such a stark contrast and Wen Qiao’s piercing look, Fu Jinghen belatedly realized he was missing something and added, "That was my intention too."

"Oh," Wen Qiao nodded, "Thanks for your consideration, President Fu."

Fu Jinghen, sensing Wen Qiao’s rising displeasure, pursed his lips and replied, "You’re welcome."

After he spoke, he lifted his hand, signaling that she could speak freely while he would remain silent.