Chapter 25: Mary Sue Returns to the World

"You came to see me just to ask this?"

Qi Ming nodded, "What else?"

His implication was clear: what else did you think I was here for, woman? Don't delude yourself, wake up.

"I've finished asking, so you can let me go now," Wen Qiao said, unfazed by his unpleasant tone. She tried to walk around him to open the door and leave, but as her hand touched the door handle, she suddenly had an idea. Turning to look at him, she asked, "For the sake of me being your future little aunt, could you give me your little uncle's WeChat?"

Qi Ming suddenly let out a derisive laugh, "I knew you weren't over me yet, pretending to want my little uncle's WeChat when you're actually after mine. Don't think I can't see through your schemes."

I scheme your grandpa's schemes!

If there were a time machine, Wen Qiao really wished she could return to a minute earlier; that way, she certainly wouldn't have asked Qi Ming for Fu Jinghen's WeChat.

Why did she even bother?

She and Fu Jinghen were living under the same roof. Wouldn't it be better to just ask him for it when she got home that night?

But no, she had to rush things and ask Qi Ming, the master of wild conjecture.

Wen Qiao fell silent for a moment, then sincerely suggested, "You know, you don't have to stick to being a singer."

Qi Ming was caught off guard by her abrupt change of topic and didn't understand what she meant.

Wen Qiao continued, "You should consider becoming a screenwriter. With your imaginative mind, you could definitely make a Mary Sue comeback in the world."

After saying that, she pulled open the door and walked out.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Jiang Yao, Zhang Chi, and Zheng Ce rushing towards her.

"I'm totally winded. I haven't run like this since high school," Jiang Yao gasped after reaching Wen Qiao and leaned against the doorframe: "So how was it, did Qi Ming do anything to you?"

"He wouldn't dare," Wen Qiao patted her back to help her catch her breath, then turned to Zhang Chi with a sincere suggestion: "You're Qi Ming's agent, right? I think Qi Ming needs to get his head checked at the hospital, before it gets any worse."

Qi Ming, who had just come out, heard Wen Qiao's words. His already dark face turned even darker.

With a cold snort, he brushed against Wen Qiao's shoulder and left without looking back.

Zhang Chi and Zheng Ce, seeing this, didn't have time to say more and immediately followed him.

After catching her breath, Jiang Yao stood straight and asked, "Why did he suddenly go crazy?"

Wen Qiao didn't want to elaborate: "Let's talk later."

She helped Jiang Yao, who was almost crippled from running, towards her own makeup room. Neither of them noticed a half-visible cell phone that quietly retracted back into the corner.

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FS Group's headquarters are located in the financial center of Jiang City, with two connected towers soaring into the clouds. Looking up from below, one felt a sense of oppression washing over them.

Every Monday was the senior meeting at FS Group. The meeting lasted more than an hour. When Fu Jinghen left the meeting room, his phone vibrated in his hand. He picked it up to see a message from Feng Li.

When he saw the words "Boss Lady," Fu Jinghen's gaze faltered for a moment, then he opened the message as he walked toward his office.

The first thing on display was a video, short in length, around five seconds.

It seemed to have been recorded surreptitiously, as the camera was a bit shaky, but that didn't stop him from making out the person in the video.

The red gauze dress made her skin look even whiter, her waist-length hair draped smoothly down her back, a round fan in her hand, her fiery red lips not vulgar but rather exuding a cool aloofness.

Seeing the video, Fu Jinghen somewhat believed Wen Qiao's morning assertion "I never brag."

It really did seem quite fitting.