Chapter 16: I Perform Art but Don't Sell My Body

Since Wen Qiao was about to have her final makeup photos taken, she didn't wear any makeup, and her bare-faced appearance made her seem somewhat docile.

Jiang Yao was taken aback, her eyes lighting up, "Not bad, not bad at all. As the saying goes, 'You are influenced by the company you keep.' After spending just one night with President Fu, your taste has undergone a qualitative leap."

Wen Qiao, "Can you not make it sound so lewd?"

"They're consenting adults and engaged to be married, how is it lewd?" Jiang Yao blustered with righteous indignation, and then, lowering her voice, she leaned in closer, "How did last night go?"

Wen Qiao felt a headache coming on just thinking about the paper bag Jiang Yao gave her yesterday.

What disgusting stuff was in there!

She couldn't bear to look!

Jiang Yao's taste really couldn't be praised.

And besides, that kind of thing was only interesting if both parties were into it; otherwise, what's the difference from a physical transaction?

She might have bedded many men, but she did so with principles, thank you very much.

"I sell my art, not my body!"

"As my agent, you should be guiding me onto the righteous path, encouraging me to succeed through my own efforts, but instead, you're telling me to seduce someone! That's just outrageous!"

"Aren't female stars most concerned about their purity and reputation? If this were ancient times, inciting me like this, you'd be drowned in a pig cage!"

Jiang Yao, "?"

No, wait a minute, I just asked one question, and you're firing at me like a machine gun; what's all this about?

If she hadn't seen how persistently Wen Qiao clung to Qi Ming before, she might have been intimidated by Wen Qiao's righteous appearance.

"Do you still remember..."

Jiang Yao was about to bring up the incident from the engagement party the day before, where Wen Qiao drugged Qi Ming, but she stopped mid-sentence.

She knew that Wen Qiao was very resistant to getting engaged to Fu Jinghen, but now that the deal was sealed, even if she still had feelings for Qi Ming, she had to suppress them.

If she brought up Qi Ming now, she would really be asking for trouble.

Wen Qiao didn't understand why she suddenly stopped, "Remember what?"

"Nothing," Jiang Yao shook her head. "Sit tight, let's go."

Wen Qiao did not understand her sudden reticence. She gave Jiang Yao a suspicious glance, but seeing Jiang Yao looking straight ahead without any intention to explain, she didn't ask any further.

They managed to avoid the morning rush hour and hit a streak of green lights; Jiang Yao barely touched the brake pedal, and they quickly arrived at the entrance of Huasong Film and Television.

The sun shone brightly, making for a rare fine weather day.

After parking the car, Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao walked side by side into the building.

The elevator happened to be on the ground floor, and the two stepped in, selected their floor, and just as the elevator doors were about to close, a voice from outside suddenly called, "Wait."

Wen Qiao reached out to hold the door, and it reopened slowly, revealing three people who were already standing at the elevator entrance.

Wen Qiao felt another headache coming on.

Enemies really do meet on a narrow path.

She wanted to pretend she didn't know them, but Qi Ming, who stood opposite, suddenly scowled when he saw her and said, "This is unlucky."

Wen Qiao couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Then wait for the next one."

As she moved to close the elevator doors, Qi Ming, not pleased, barged in, followed by a moment of hesitation between his agent and assistant who, after exchanging glances, also stepped in.

The elevator was spacious, so even with Qi Ming's party of three, it didn't feel crowded.

Wen Qiao felt she had nothing to say to someone who had nearly choked her to death, and quite rightly assumed that Qi Ming had nothing to talk about with someone who had drugged him with the intention to "cook raw rice into cooked rice". They just happened to be taking the same elevator, and if they acted like they didn't know each other, reaching their respective floors peacefully was all that mattered.

But it seemed that Qi Ming's thought processes weren't quite the same as a normal person's.