Addicted to My Contract-Marriage Husband
Chapter 39: Let the Storm Come More Violently

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Let the Storm Come More Violently

She purposely left another comment below: "The liking incident was purely a slip of the finger due to everyone’s real-time comments. Sorry for the misunderstanding (I’m also scared of Captain Fu’s extra training/shivering.jpg.)"

"HAHAHA, can’t, I’m literally going to die laughing."

"Looking at it this way, I still think Jiang Mian is rather innocent."

"Hurry up and become her fan! It’s a sure bet with her looks, confidence, and punchlines—I love this type!"

"Sincerity is the killer move, I find her so pretty, but she also feels so down to earth."

In one go, letting out that breath of air felt too good.

Luo Ting: "I’m taking two days off to get an EKG/death by shock.jpg."

Jiang Mian: "I’ll reimburse you immediately! Please tell me what the drama He Qianyi auditioned for is called before you suddenly die."

Luo Ting: "?"

A woman’s heart is unfathomable, especially a great beauty’s.

With a hooked corner of her lip and a calm demeanor, Jiang Mian tapped away on her phone’s keyboard to reply—

Jiang Mian: "Let the storm come more violently!!"

He Qianyi.

Jiang Mian wasn’t familiar with her, a rival artist mentioned by her agent.

The last magazine shoot had two employees gossiping who were from He Qianyi’s team.

As new spokesflowers for brand L, their team had already been up to a lot behind the scenes.

Unfortunately for them, Jiang Mian’s powerful and unknown backing had been like punching cotton—all in vain.

These old and new grievances, of course, had to be settled together to be interesting.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be Jiang Mian.

Luo Ting: "What on earth has happened to this world?"

Jiang Mian: "The night is almost over, and tomorrow will still be sunny and beautiful/bright sun/."

Jiang Mian’s response once again shot up the trending charts.

The twist was that no one expected that this generation of netizens had a rebellious streak.

"Damn, this sister is really tough!"

"What do I do if I’m kinda falling for her?"

"I just love this kind of radiant and moving beauty, I’m completely smitten."

"Go watch her on the variety show, she’s genuinely a hilarious beauty!"

...

Following this, Jiang Mian’s Weibo followers kept increasing, from a pitiful 2 million, now approaching 5 million rapidly, and breaking 10 million seemed just around the corner.

The progress toward the Golden Horse Film Award sped up.

She crossed her legs, her mood particularly good.

"Is everything handled?"

Jiang Mian nodded, her tone cheerful: "Of course, at my speed."

"Your speed?"

Fu Sichen raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly: "Indeed, it’s not bad."

Nine times out of ten, men think crookedly.

Putting on airs of a gentleman, but in reality, tsk tsk tsk.

But since Jiang Mian was in a good mood, she decided not to get on her high horse and argue with Fu Sichen.

The next second—

She suddenly remembered there was an issue that needed addressing.

Leaning back in her chair, Jiang Mian tilted her head to look at Fu Sichen: "But if Mrs. Fu gets bullied, shouldn’t Captain Fu stand up for me?"

Fu Sichen chuckled at the woman next to him shifting roles so deftly: "Hmm? Like what?"

"Do you have Weibo? They’re all mocking me saying you’d make me do extra training, you wouldn’t really do that to your dear wife, right..."

Jiang Mian’s tone was so aggrieved, she was almost in tears.

Fu Sichen looked down, laughing quietly; now he remembered his wife.

His slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel, while his other hand handed over the phone to Jiang Mian: "You do it."

Um??

That doesn’t seem right...

"I don’t mess with those things. What does it matter for a wife to see her husband’s phone? Take it."

After hesitating for two seconds, Jiang Mian still took Fu Sichen’s phone.

She swiped up the lock screen, and the passcode interface popped up.

"What’s the password?"

"0615."

Jiang Mian’s finger trembled as it moved to enter the digits.

Her own birthday?

"Fu Sichen, you... you’re plotting something."

"Your birthday is easier to remember."

Jiang Mian pressed the numbers to unlock the phone, still muttering: "Using your own isn’t easier to remember?"

Fu Sichen paused for two seconds, then said indifferently: "I don’t celebrate my birthday."

Jiang Mian was about to say something else but was shocked by the wallpaper on the main screen so much that she almost threw the phone out.