My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 308 - 306: Quotations from High Society Ladies

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Chapter 308: Chapter 306: Quotations from High Society Ladies

"Wen Shu."

Wen Qiao saw Jiang Yao applying a facial mask and suddenly remembered that she hadn’t applied one in ages. She pushed past Jiang Yao, who was blocking her way, and rushed into the bathroom, ransacking her luggage for the facial masks she brought.

"Can you not always be in such a frenzy?" Jiang Yao followed her and stood at the bathroom door, watching her find the facial mask and stick it onto her face. "What did she come to find you for? To explain the stuff on Weibo?"

"How did you know?" Wen Qiao looked at her in surprise. "That’s exactly why she came to find me. She said she had just learned about it too, that she had no prior knowledge, and that she didn’t arrange for those photos to be taken. She asked me not to misunderstand and also mentioned that she knew about my relationship with Fu Jinghen. Considering we’re in the same drama troupe, she said she wouldn’t choose Fu Jinghen of all people to create hype."

Jiang Yao let out a snort after hearing this. "She sure knows how to talk."

"What do you mean?"

Wen Qiao had the facial mask on properly, and the white mask cloth against Jiang Yao’s black mask cloth made for a particularly humorous sight.

Pointing at the two of them in the mirror, Wen Qiao giggled nonstop. "Sister Yao, don’t you think we look like the Heibai Wuchang?"

"......."

I think you quite resemble an idiot.

Jiang Yao let out a gentle sigh and skipped her remark to answer her previous question. "By saying all that, Wen Shu is basically giving you a shot of confidence, letting you know that she’s aware of everything and thus wouldn’t target Fu Jinghen. Even if more rumors involving her and Fu Jinghen crop up on Weibo in the future, what she said today will make you less likely to suspect it’s her own fabrication."

Wen Qiao looked down and Jiang Yao changed the subject. "But this is just my speculation. The entertainment industry may be not as transparent as a gentle brook, but it isn’t as murky as the roaring Yellow River either. My words are just meant to keep you vigilant. Don’t get sold out and end up counting the money for the person who tricked you."

Child stars who debuted at the age of five or six are a dime a dozen in the entertainment industry. Wen Qiao didn’t enter the scene until she was in her twenties, hardly young by the industry’s standards. Perhaps because she knew of Wen Qiao’s family situation, Jiang Yao always treated her like a child.

Wanting to protect her and hoping she wouldn’t have to worry about the complexities of social relationships too early, but also fearing that overprotecting her might lead to her being easily deceived.

Reflecting on this, Jiang Yao tenderly stroked Wen Qiao’s head. "What are you thinking about?"

Feeling her head being caressed, Wen Qiao turned to look at Jiang Yao. "After listening to your analysis, the more I think about it, the more I believe the things I just said to Wen Shu could be included in the annals of the high society ladies’ gracious and appropriate remarks."

"......"

Jiang Yao’s hand, which was stroking Wen Qiao’s head, paused, not understanding what she had just said. "What’s that? High society ladies’ annals? What’s that all about?"

"Lin Ruochun mentioned it to me a few days ago. It’s a thing that circulates among the high society ladies, a collection of their notable quotes."

Jiang Yao’s mouth twitched, and she withdrew her hand from Wen Qiao’s head, concluding with, "You rich people really have too much time on your hands."

"I really think the words I just spoke to Wen Shu made me sound like the Empress." Wen Qiao repeated what she had said to Wen Shu to Jiang Yao. "Do you think my words can make it into the ladies’ annals?"

"I don’t know if your words can make it into whatever that thing is, the grand and appropriate annals of the ladies."

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