My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 58: Able to Spend Money

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Able to Spend Money

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who called me."

Wen Qiao let out an "oh" and her ire took another step up, "Just because I call you, you pick up? Then if another woman calls you, would you pick up too? Fu Jinghen, you shouldn’t be so casual."

Jiang Yao, who was packing her luggage, almost threw Wen Qiao’s expensive makeup out, then she twisted her head back and rolled her eyes at Wen Qiao.

I meant for you to act coquettishly towards President Fu to make your presence felt, not to irrationally get jealous and blame him.

Wen Qiao also mimicked Jiang Yao’s earlier expression and simply ignored her.

As time had progressed and technology and economy had improved, the film studio city was no longer as informal as it had been in the early years. Hang City, being a national 5A-level tourist attraction, had first-class boutique hotels and bed and breakfasts after renovation.

Huasong Media, a subsidiary of FS, boasted financial resources far beyond ordinary media and entertainment companies. "Red Makeup" was a major project for Huasong Media, and they made sure everything from clothing to food to accommodation for the actors was of the highest quality to ensure they were well-fed and well-rested to perform optimally for filming.

Wen Qiao felt that, given how well Huasong took care of everyone, if they couldn’t deliver satisfactory results, they shouldn’t even think about continuing in the entertainment industry.

Shameless.

The hotel room had a small balcony. Wen Qiao pushed the door open to step out, surprised to find that the balcony offered a view of the film studio city, just a hundred meters away.

The person on the other end of the phone paused, seemingly chuckling lightly, "You’ve arrived at the hotel?"

Wen Qiao replied irritably, "It’s not like I’m filming on Mars. It’s been a whole day, how could I not have reached the hotel?"

"Still angry?"

Equally infuriating as a cold, straight man who’s oblivious to romance was the person who, knowing full well you were angry, remained nonchalantly ignorant.

She took a deep breath, her tone dry, "No, I know President Fu is very busy managing myriad affairs, surely he can’t spare the time to see me off. I’m not angry, just a bit disappointed, especially since it’s been so long since I’ve seen my dear fiancé, I wonder if he misses me."

Fu Jinghen picked up on the slight petulance in her voice and accommodatingly said, "Next time."

Roar.

Another "next time."

Once this filming is over and that three-month period is up, I’m going to break off our engagement. We’ll go our separate ways, and who will even remember who you are?

Do you really think I need you to send me off next time?

Wen Qiao rolled her eyes and continued dryly, "No need, how could I bother President Fu over such a trivial matter? It’s just me coming to the set to film. I’m an adult; I can handle it myself."

Just then, she heard a somewhat vague male voice over the phone.

"President Fu, if you cannot finish in time, should we postpone the meeting?"

A string of wind chimes hung from the balcony window, tinkling crisply and pleasantly in the breeze.

Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment. Was Fu Jinghen in a meeting and had stepped out to take her call?

It seemed he was quite considerate after all.

Realizing this, Wen Qiao’s petulance dissipated a bit, knowingly asking, "Are you busy?"

Fu Jinghen recalled the recent expenditure notification and hummed, "Busy earning money."

The somewhat cool tone of the man passed through the phone, dispelling her dissatisfaction.

"After all, my fiancée is quite the spender; I’m worried it might not be enough for her."