My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 321 - 319: The Secret Room

Wen Qiao’s mouth twitched slightly, thinking that this production team was really capricious.

Qi Ming was clearly pissed off by the production team’s shenanigans, stretching out his hand and pointing at the camera, "Tell me right now what this yellow card is for, or I’ll just stop moving."

The staff member’s voice returned to its indifferent tone, "Suit yourself."

Qi Ming: "?"

Wasn’t he a guest they had paid for?

Why were they being so casual with him?

Staff member: "Just a friendly reminder, you’re currently on a task, and you can only get out by successfully completing the escape room challenge, otherwise, just stay in here."

After two seconds, the staff member’s indifferent and ruthless voice rang out again, "The director said if you can’t get out, he won’t release you either. He thinks it’s pretty good to let the audience watch you guys do stand-up comedy in there."

When Wen Qiao was brought in by the staff, she had already roughly guessed what the production team had planned next. She kept observing the room after entering.

As for why she didn’t share her guess with Qi Ming, it was because, based on her understanding of Qi Ming’s level of self-love, his first reaction would definitely be—

Ah, you scheming woman, if you want to spend time alone with me, just say it. Why go through such a convoluted approach...

Blah blah blah and the like.

Wen Qiao did not want to face Qi Ming’s spiritual attack on her again, so she simply pretended to know nothing, reasoning that the production team would give him a hint when they couldn’t stand it any longer.

Now hearing the production team say they thought it’d be quite nice to have the two of them locked up performing stand-up comedy, Wen Qiao’s face was full of indifference, "I refuse."

Pretty good?

Good my ass.

After dropping those words, Wen Qiao walked over to look for clues.

"What are you refusing? Isn’t this what you’ve always dreamed of?"

Qi Ming followed and muttered behind her, "Are you playing hard to get again? Are you trying to attract my attention by doing the opposite of what I expect?" freewebnσvel.cøm

Wen Qiao ignored the pest behind her and walked up to the only table in the room, looking at the matches, a blank paper, and a bottle of mineral water placed on top.

Above the table was an electronic display.

This must be the lock for the next room, with a string of numbers printed on it, but with five positions blanked out—obviously, they were supposed to fill in the answers.

Qi Ming, seeing Wen Qiao ignoring him, poked her shoulder dissatisfiedly, "Why aren’t you talking? Pretending not to hear what I said so you can catch my attention?"

Wen Qiao turned around sharply, "If you keep bothering me, I don’t mind chopping your hand off to get your attention."

The only light in the room came from the dim lamp hanging from the center of the ceiling, casting a meager yellow glow. They were now standing on the edge of the room, away from the middle and most of the light. Most of Wen Qiao’s face was hidden in darkness, her ordinarily bright eyes conveying a touch of gloom. Paired with the somewhat silent atmosphere highlighted by the dull yellow light, Qi Ming was frightened into instinctively pursing his lips.

Seeing his reaction, Wen Qiao then turned her head back satisfactorily and continued to stare at the items on the table.

Seeing the back of Wen Qiao’s head again, Qi Ming breathed a sigh of relief. After coming back to his senses and feeling a bit embarrassed, he opened his mouth wanting to say something to regain ground, but recalling Wen Qiao’s ghostlike gaze, he closed it again. He lowered his head to adjust the microphone clipped to his waist and muttered quietly, "Damn it, that woman’s eyes are terrifying..."

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