Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 558 - 250. [Dew of Summer] Wanxia saw the caller ID on Mr. Gu’s phone: Weiwei.

"What’s up?"The voice transmitted through the radio waves was extremely cold, causing Shen Weiyi to be stunned for a few seconds.

She walked to a corner, covering her mouth with her hand, and whispered, "Shaozhi, I... I’m recording for a show. I accidentally said something wrong just now, and since it’s live, there are already a lot of comments online about... about me acting like a diva..."

A similar situation had occurred three months ago.

The internet was abuzz with discussions, and the goddess’s elegant and high emotional intelligence persona nearly collapsed.

Some troublemaking women, or rather jealous female celebrities, would mock her openly or covertly: A maid’s daughter, even if she flies to the treetops, is still a sparrow with changed feathers, and can’t become a phoenix.

Gu Shaozhi’s handsome face, with its sharp features, showed not a trace of emotion, "The Gu Family has a professional PR team. If your manager can’t handle something this simple, I hope to see her resignation letter on my desk by the next working day."

This was the typical attitude of the president of an entertainment company towards his artists, leaving no room for criticism.

Shen Weiyi felt a bit disappointed, "Are you, are you busy?"

"Having dinner, not busy."

After these simple four words, the other party directly hung up the phone.

Shen Weiyi’s expression was not good. The manager only dared to cautiously ask, "Sister Weiwei, what did Mr. Gu say?"

"Attention, attention, the commercial is over, judges and contestants, please return to your positions!"

The director not far away loudly reminded them with a microphone. Ignoring the manager’s question, Shen Weiyi returned to the judge’s seat with a calm face.

Just before the camera turned to her, she was already ready with a refreshing and gentle smile.

Four years ago, did she lose the bet?

No.

Definitely not.

...

Pea was captivated by the colorful ornamental fish in the aquarium, completely forgetting the solitary time with Gu Shaozhi. She leaned on the glass, watching with great interest.

Wanxia played with a grape in her hand, the black skin of the fruit making her fingers appear even more delicate. Qingqing chuckled softly, "It’s getting late. After all, Mr. Gu is busy with work. I can’t afford to waste your precious time."

As if that call had never happened.

Gu Shaozhi was passing the time, he didn’t hide it, and she didn’t expose it.

This past week, each of his days felt long, as he looked forward to seeing her, yet wanted time to slow down a bit more.

Because he knew better than anyone that once she got everything she wanted, she would leave him without a second thought, not even maintaining the pretense.

Wanxia gave him a coy smile, the meaning was obvious, but Gu Shaozhi’s handsome face remained impassive.

His distinct fingers tapped a few times on the phone screen, dialing a number, and he said faintly, "Come in."

When he got up to leave, he said this to Wanxia, who was playing games, "Wanwan, I’m waiting for you to come find me the second time."

Wanxia acted as if she hadn’t heard anything. Only after the sound of leather shoes walking on the floor completely faded did she put down her phone.

The smile on her lips disappeared completely, her delicate brows and eyes even looked somewhat indifferent.

There would definitely be a second time...

Song Mingyang, only twenty-four this year, had just graduated.

He still carried the vitality of a college student, "Sister Wan Xia, long time no see. I saw you on TV a few days ago. Those photos were really well taken."

Wanxia smiled, "You’ve matured quite a lot too."

Song Mingyang scratched his temple and laughed sheepishly, "I have a lot of free time, traveling all over the world. Maybe I’ve broadened my horizons, and my understanding of photography is no longer limited to textbooks."

At that time, he had just started college and was assigned to Wanxia’s team during his internship.

"I graduated this June and only recently settled into a job at a magazine," he remembered the main topic. "By the way, Sister Wan Xia, did you need something from me?"

When Mr. Gu found him, he said nothing.

Wanxia wasn’t interested in small talk and got straight to the point, "Four years ago, we went to the countryside for a shoot. The car broke down on the way, and during a break at an open-air café, you accidentally took a photo. Can you still find it?"

Shen Weiyi was Song Mingyang’s goddess, and when he saw her near the café that day, he instinctively snapped a photo. It was the reflex of a fanboy photographer.

At the time, he was puzzled why the glamorous goddess from the stage appeared in such a remote place, and the man talking to her had a back view that screamed troublemaker.

Four years later, Song Mingyang didn’t understand why Wanxia suddenly asked about such a common photo, but he didn’t think much of it.