Addicted to My Contract-Marriage Husband
Chapter 272: Expressing Love Under the Splendid Fireworks

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Expressing Love Under the Splendid Fireworks

The photo showed the silhouette of a girl, about ten years old, her long hair flowing as she ran forward, her skirt lifted. The light that shone on her was dazzling.

Jiang Mian recognized the girl—it was herself.

She just didn’t expect that Fu Sichen would have it.

The comment section had gone completely mad—

[So they are childhood sweethearts, innocent young friends?!!!]

[Damn! Forget arranged marriages, the more they reveal the sweeter it gets]

[Does anyone understand that President Fu is like a peacock showing off his feathers, continuously confessing to his wife]

[His Weibo posts are all about his wife]

[Wuwuwu, which direction do I knock to get a man like this?]

...

Jiang Mian stared at the words Fu Sichen had posted on Weibo for a long time, her red lips curling slightly, barely hiding her smile.

Just then, Luo Ting called.

"From the sound of you, yesterday’s event didn’t affect you at all."

Jiang Mian slowly sat up, her gaze falling on the evening gown hanging beside the bed, and her lips curled into a smile, "I indeed don’t have many works, winning an award would be strange."

To say she wasn’t disappointed would be a lie, but she knew she needed the polish of certain scripts to elevate her stature.

The words of Fu Sichen were involuntarily echoing in Jiang Mian’s mind.

Each word was like a whisper in her ears, lingering and intimate.

Her fair cheeks involuntarily flushed with a rosy tint.

"I should discuss the schedule after the New Year with you. The talent show might start in a couple of days, and they are directly spending the New Year at the training base. You will also need to go and record a few episodes, including for the rankings announcement."

"It might last intermittently until April, but in the meantime, you can join a film crew, as there’s no compulsory requirement to stay at the base."

Jiang Mian felt somewhat regretful.

Why did she impulsively agree to this reality show? Now if Fu Sichen were to find out...

She shook her head, not daring to think further.

Luo Ting had also been selecting scripts for Jiang Mian recently: "Consider an ancient costume IP, but it’s really hard to schedule. The internet really hopes you’ll take on a youth campus drama."

Jiang Mian’s red lips pursed, and after a two-second pause, she said, "Sister Ting, I still want to do movies."

She really enjoyed filming "Floating Life."

This time, she wanted to try different genres as well.

As for ancient costume dramas, they generally had more episodes, requiring longer filming time, which would affect both her performance and the shooting schedule if she had to shuttle between the film set and the base.

"Let’s talk about the ancient costume drama after the boy group part ends."

"Mm, I’ll keep that in mind. If you’re talking about movies, you remember Director Ming, right? He’s been preparing for a movie recently, filming in Ping City. The environment might not be that great, but it’s a top-level production team and also aims for nominations. I’ll contact him for you."

Jiang Mian gave a quick affirmative without much thought: "Mm."

*

In a rest room in North City.

"Bro, I’ve seen you staring at President Fu’s Weibo for quite a while. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about dating as well, envious of their love."

Bai Yu smiled bitterly and turned off his phone screen.

"So they’ve been childhood sweethearts..."

Huh?

The assistant was somewhat confused, not quite understanding.

Bai Yu quickly regained his composure, and with a light smile, said, "It’s nothing, I wish her happiness."

Fu Sichen loves her very much.

He even offers her things that Bai Yu couldn’t give.

This year, the New Year was spent by Fu Sichen and Jiang Mian together.

They took vacation trips, in addition to running back and forth between Fu Mansion in North City and Jiang Mansion in Su City.

The New Year’s bell rang out at midnight.

Fu Sichen planted a gentle, deep kiss on Jiang Mian’s red lips, "Mrs. Fu, Happy New Year."

As the man’s kiss grew deeper, Jiang Mian tipped her toes up, her red lips slightly upturned, her voice carrying a laugh, musical and pleasing to the ears, "Happy New Year!"

It wasn’t their first kiss.

But it was their first under the splendid fireworks, endlessly expressing their love for each other.