My Superstar Wife Is So Popular

Chapter 817 - 815: Secrets

[Why do I feel like the statement released by Huasong’s official account this time is much more assertive than before?][Simple translation: To those marketing accounts and haters online trying to use our company’s artists to gain attention, we hope you quickly abandon this idea. If we see any videos about this matter continuing to circulate, expect a court summons.]

[This ’our company’s artist’ is spoken like ’my wife.’]

[Someone who doesn’t know might think Wen Qiao is Huasong’s Boss Lady, hahahaha... wait, could it possibly be true?]

[Do you all remember the ’Ceiling couple’ by Daming Lake? If I’m not mistaken, Huasong Media is a subsidiary of FS, right?]

[Wow, I smell a scandal.]

[The man who hit someone in the video only showed his back, but with my years of reading mystery novels, he’s definitely President Fu.]

[A meticulous netizen posted a comparison picture of the two backs, and I can only say they’re exactly the same.]

[Insider reveals! My girlfriend was at the Jinhua Award, and she personally saw a wealthy-looking man carrying Wen Qiao away afterward, and Wen Qiao was even wearing that man’s coat!]

[Oh my god, what is this overbearing CEO and petite, charming star combo.]

[Mom, after so many days, the couple I ship has sweet moments again!]

[I told you! I told you!! I told you!!! When I watched the variety show back then, I thought there was something between them. No other limited-time couple exchanged such glances!]

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No one expected that the online discussion about this matter would veer towards ’shipping moments.’

But that’s a good thing; at least there’s not much discussion about Wen Qiao being harassed by a stalker.

Moreover, Wen Qiao was planning to make her relationship with Fu Jinghen public, so this serves as a kind of heads-up for netizens.

Jiang Yao was browsing through the netizens’ comments, and unexpectedly, there wasn’t much opposition.

Indeed, in this looks-driven world, beauty is justice.

"My brother is really awesome, action maxed out, totally explosive!" Lin Ruochun instantly turned into Fu Jinghen’s sycophant, giving him a thumbs up.

Qin Xiang gave the woman beside him a sidelong glance and smoothly retrieved the phone from her hand, "When it comes to his sweetheart, if he didn’t act, he’d be in for a storm."

By the time the phone was taken from her, Lin Ruochun hadn’t realized anything amiss. Qin Xiang wasn’t sure whether to be relieved she hadn’t discovered his secret or feel disappointed.

Hearing her unabashedly praise Fu Jinghen like this, he felt stifled and couldn’t help but flick her forehead, scolding, "You’re such a fool."

Lin Ruochun didn’t understand how, in less than five minutes, Qin Xiang’s attitude had undergone a 180-degree swing like a giant hammer, but she knew Qin Xiang was scolding her, and for no good reason.

Princess Lin’s temper flared immediately; she put her hands on her hips and glared at him: "What’s wrong with you, why are you scolding me for no reason."

"Do I need a reason to scold you?" Qin Xiang lazily lowered his gaze to her: "Just wanted to."

"You feel like you can sit on my head just because you sent me a pair of high heels, huh?" Lin Ruochun raised her hand and swung it at him.