My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 309 - 307: I Can Castrate You First

Jiang Yao stretched out an index finger and pushed a face covered in a face mask away from her. "But what I do know and can definitely tell you is that you’re not like the Empress; you are the Empress, and Fu Jinghen’s harem consists only of you, Wen Qiao. If he dares to flirt with a mistress two, three, four, or five, I’ll castrate him."

"......"

Looking at Wen Qiao, Jiang Yao asked, "What’s with that expression?"

"An utterly shocked expression." Wen Qiao gathered her jaw. "So, Sister Yao, you love me this much that you would oppose Fu Jinghen for me—wait a minute."

Wen Qiao said as she scurried out of the bathroom, grabbed a cell phone, rushed back in, switched on the recording function, and handed the phone to Jiang Yao. "Sister Yao, say that again, I’ll record it and play it for him the next time Fu Jinghen gets involved in a scandal."

Jiang Yao looked down at Wen Qiao’s phone, clicked the red button in the middle of the screen. "No need to record; after all, good words are not repeated."

Wen Qiao, seeing Jiang Yao walking out, held the phone and followed behind her. "Sister Yao, are you chickening out? Turns out you just talk big when you’re in front of me."

Jiang Yao looked at her lightly. "If you say another word, I might just castrate you first."

"......"

Wen Qiao walked away, pulling at her fingers.

This woman, Jiang Yao...

Terrifying.

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The next day, after Wen Qiao changed her clothes and put on makeup, she sat under Lin Ruochun’s little tent.

Since her return, she hadn’t been back to her own tent—which was now being used by the crew to store miscellaneous items.

While Wen Qiao was nibbling on a steamed bun and flipping through the script, she suddenly heard a sigh behind her designed to catch attention.

She turned around with the bun in her mouth and saw Director Zhang standing behind her, shaking his head while holding a thermos.

Wen Qiao immediately stood up from her small stool, bun still in her mouth, and mumbled, pointing at the stool, "Dirty Zhang, Lin sits."

"No need, I’m just here to see you," said Director Zhang as he blew on the steam rising from the thermos in his hand and then leisurely sipped his goji berry tea.

Wen Qiao reckoned he swallowed more air than water with that sip.

Hearing Director Zhang say this, she chewed her bun for a moment, sped up, swallowed it, cleared her throat, and asked, "Is something wrong with me?"

"Nothing’s wrong." Director Zhang glanced at the script on the table, his eyes fixed on the highlighted and densely annotated pages. He nodded satisfactorily, turned his gaze back to Wen Qiao’s face, and softened his tone, "Why so nervous, afraid of me?"

Wen Qiao subconsciously nodded, then quickly shook her head, "No no no, not scared."

She thought for a moment and popped out a word, "It’s respect."

"Come on, respect?" Director Zhang gave a face that read "Give me a break, stop bluffing" and waved his hand, "Don’t think that I don’t know what you all call me behind my back. Calling me ’Evil Zhang,’ is that your idea of respect?"

Wen Qiao, silent as a cicada in winter, cowered like a little chick, not daring to speak anymore.

Who?

Who was it?

Who was so loose-lipped to let Director Zhang know they had given him such an affectionate nickname?

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