My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 362 - 360: Uncle’s Treasure Boy

"Everyone else is a mama’s boy—I think you’re an uncle’s boy, getting all your living expenses and pocket money from your little uncle." Wen Qiao teased him, "Do you really admire your little uncle that much?"

"Yeah, my little uncle is very impressive," Qi Ming wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, instead, he was quite proud. "Just look him up online, the heap of entries on Baidu Baike isn’t just there for show."

Wen Qiao laughed, steering the conversation back, "I’m telling you, it’s not a big deal. I was mainly worried it might be too shocking for you, but looking at you now, you don’t seem to be."

Qi Ming tilted his head, listening intently.

"Don’t you think secret relationships are thrilling? Like when the people around you have no idea about the two of you, but both of you know exactly what’s going on, sneakily doing things—how fun and interesting is that?"

Qi Ming: "..."

Why does this sound like something a pyramid scheme would say?

At this point, the crew had finished their preparations and were carrying the camera towards them.

As they approached, they saw Qi Ming stretching his neck like a turtle, and their gaze towards him turned somewhat strange.

Qi Ming and Wen Qiao didn’t notice the change in the crew’s expression since they were both attracted by the vehicle beside him.

Qi Ming asked, "What are you doing standing by that car?"

The crew member was a bit confused, "Shooting you guys."

Wen Qiao’s gaze revealed a hint of danger, "You think it’s appropriate to follow us on four wheels while we’re on two?"

"It’s fine," the crew member responded, believing they were worried about the car being too fast for a good shot. "Don’t worry, our car won’t go too fast." freewebnoveℓ.com

"And my arm strength is good as well, I can guarantee to make you both look beautiful and handsome. With the BGM added in post-production, it’ll be knockout material for any idol drama."

"..."

Who told you that!

Wen Qiao helplessly chuckled twice, "You’ve worked hard."

The cameraman smiled naively, "Not hard at all."

When another crew member hurried over to open the car door and get in, the recording for the day officially began.

Director Li had originally planned to do live broadcasts for both Saturday and Sunday, but considering they only had two days for filming, and the second day started in the morning when most students and working people would be sleeping in, they doubted many would tune in.

So after discussions in the production team, today’s recording was switched to being taped, and they set future live broadcast times to be every Saturday afternoon from five to eight o’clock, lasting three hours.

The remaining time would be used to shoot additional content for post-production editing.

Wen Qiao rode leisurely along the streets of Hai City on her little electric scooter with Qi Ming.

At eight or nine in the morning, the sun wasn’t too fierce yet, the salty sea breeze hit their faces, mixed with the scent of roadside wildflowers, offering a uniquely refreshing feeling.

Wen Qiao’s resentment towards the production team lessened, and in great spirits, she started humming a song.

Qi Ming listened: "I didn’t expect you to sing so well."

Wen Qiao hummed lightly, "My talents are beyond your imagination."

Anticipating what Qi Ming might say to tease her, Wen Qiao cut him off: "Like riding this little electric scooter—I can ride, but you can’t."

Qi Ming immediately shut up.

He was sure that if he tried to talk back, Wen Qiao would definitely bring up yesterday’s escape room incident again.

He stayed silent.

Isn’t that enough?