My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 334 - 332: The "Lifeblood" Controlled by Fu Jinghen

"......." Qi Ming shivered again, his speech becoming somewhat stammered, "Wha—, I—I didn’t say anything."

Wen Qiao asked him, "Did Director Li also send you this message on the paper yesterday?"

"Yeah, r-right." Qi Ming swallowed, his heart that had jumped a moment ago now slowly sinking, "After he explained the recording time needed for this episode, he suddenly sent me this phrase. I was quite baffled."

Wen Qiao looked at the four empty boxes as if deep in thought, "What time did he send you this message?"

"Sometime after eleven." While speaking, Qi Ming kept moving closer to Wen Qiao.

"The exact time."

"Who would remember that so clearly—" Qi Ming had succeeded in moving next to Wen Qiao and saw her fingers lightly and slowly tapping on the table.

Tap, then another tap.

The rhythm was clear, especially unnerving in this empty room.

The image of a female ghost from horror movies popped into Qi Ming’s mind, dressed in red, with her hair down, her high heels clicking on the floor...

He shuddered violently, his tone changing abruptly, "Give me a minute! Let me think."

Wen Qiao stopped tapping on the table.

Qi Ming didn’t know whether he should inch closer to her or keep his distance.

In this conflicted state, Qi Ming’s brain worked at high speed, thinking back to the time when Director Li had sent him the message last night.

"I remember, I remember!"

It had been almost two minutes when Qi Ming suddenly grabbed Wen Qiao’s arm in excitement, shaking it, "Eleven thirty-five, my little uncle had just sent me my living expenses, I remember it very clearly."

Damn it, finally, I can escape this creepy place.

Although Qi Ming’s recollection of the exact time pleased Wen Qiao—this not-so-bright nephew finally proved to be somewhat useful—what she was more curious about at the moment was—

"You’re this old and you still need your little uncle to send you living expenses?"

No wonder she thought Qi Ming was so obsequious towards Fu Jinghen; Fu Jinghen held his "lifeblood."

Earlier, after Director Li and Wen Qiao had finished exchanging terms, the live broadcast had already switched back to them.

When the audience heard Qi Ming say with a boastful tone, "My little uncle just happened to send me my living expenses," the screen was instantly flooded with a wave of "hahahahaha."

[LMAO, as Qi Ming’s dedicated fan from the beginning of his career, let me inform everyone that he will turn twenty-three in just a month.]

[About to be twenty-three and still hasn’t achieved financial independence, still depending on little uncle for living expenses, a confirmed overgrown child.]

[Wen Qiao’s counter-question was simply brilliant, lest Qi Ming didn’t realize what he’d just blurted out.]

[What’s with the boasting tone, still relying on your little uncle for living expenses at twenty-three, you proud of that, hahaha.]

[Alright fans, I’ve laughed enough. Let me kindly explain for him, Qi Ming’s family seems well-off. When he just debuted, he wore tailor-made clothes. His family is probably strict with his finances because they worried he’d be lavish with money once he entered the entertainment industry.]

[Yeah hahahaha, he explained it during a livestream before, but I still want to laugh.]

[May I ask, does Qi Ming not realize this is a live broadcast, why is he so candid?]

"....."

Qi Ming’s excitement faded, "Is that the point?"

Wen Qiao nodded, "Yes, it is."

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