Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Wu Hanxiao forced a smile. “You’re kidding, right…”
“It’s possible for an actor to gain popularity through unfavorable news, but more often than not, his name will just get lost in the crowd!”
“So… so get some PR and make it go away!” said Wu Hanxiao anxiously. “What are you doing standing around? Get to work!”
His manager flared up at his bossy tone.
“Go find someone else! You think you’re really somebody, with that handful of fans? Bah! I’m done taking orders from you!” The manager grew angrier as he spoke. “Give me back that money from just then! I’m not generous like that!”
Wu Hanxiao said reluctantly, “Why should I give you anything?”
“Fine! Keep it! I’ll write it off as ‘dog food’!” The manager spat at Wu Hanxiao, who had yet to realize that he had just cast away his last life-saving straw.
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The parking lot.
The security guard had gotten rid of the snake, but Ai Bao was still quite shaken.
An Yibei rubbed her head. “There, there.”
There was something especially intimate about that touch. Ai Bao blushed and looked away.
An Yibei lowered his head, tapped around on his phone, and looked back up. “I’ve transferred the money to you.”
Ai Bao asked gingerly, “Have we done the right thing?”
“What’s not right about that? Didn’t you get your money back?”
“But…” How were they any different from Wu Hanxiao this way?
Ai Bao knew that she was being unreasonably naive, but she just couldn’t stop herself from thinking that way.
“You know what? Think of it this way: I’m the one to blame for all the indecent deeds and you just happened to be there to witness the whole process,” said An Yibei lazily. “Buy yourself some nice food, especially things like walnuts, peanuts, and pig’s brain. It’ll be good for society as a whole.”
What?
Ai Bao looked at him in confusion. What was that supposed to mean?
“Alright. Get in.” An Yibei opened the door for her like a gentleman and Ai Bao got in. After she searched up those food online, her facial expression became quite animated.
The common benefit of those food: they were brain-tonifying.
“Mr. An… Has anyone commented on your harsh tongue before?” Ai Bao asked in a dispirited voice.
An Yibei smirked. “I see you don’t want to get paid this month.”
“You’re so handsome, wise, winsome, amiable, and gentle! There’s nothing wrong with your tongue!” Ai Bao immediately offered him all the compliments she could think of off the top of her head. Whatever unorthodox means An Yibei had used, he was only trying to help her. So, fawning over him made total sense!
Ai Bao was blank as she stole a glance at An Yibei, checking his reaction.
Was Mr. An… smiling?
It wasn’t a sneer, a smirk, or the indifferent, mocking smile he usually had on.
It was a wholehearted smile that looked genuine!
Had she pleased Mr. An with those words, then?
She had butterflies in her stomach now.
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The Sheng family.
An Xiaxia had been living a relatively peaceful life after the wedding.
She spent most of her days taking care of the babies and writing her fiction. Every now and then, she would practice cooking.
Of course, everything she made… tasted almost unearthly…
What was sadder, that food would all end up on Mr. Sheng’s plate.
After forcing down a “brain-tonifying soup” for the sixth time, Sheng Yize said earnestly, “How about I take care of the cooking from now on?”
“Hm… I think there’s still room to improve my cooking.”
“…” Sheng Yize abruptly changed the subject. “Xiaxia, have you considered starting a new hobby?”
An Xiaxia gave it some thought, then was suddenly excited. “How about we go public square dancing?”
