Mr.CEO Is So Obsessed with His Hot Wife
Chapter 435: Dominating the Trending Searches
Ye Shiqing clenched her teeth hatefully.
Only after Xu Tingting had left did she dare to stare fiercely at Xu Tingting’s departing figure, wishing she could poke thousands of holes in her with her gaze.
Why were so many people so good to Nan Jiaojiao, selflessly standing up for her!
If it had been any other threat, Ye Shiqing wouldn’t have been moved, but she loved Shen Shichu too much.
Having no choice, she had to keep the reporters back, clarifying every statement she had made before, but she deliberately mentioned vaguely that Nan Jiaojiao had not been acknowledged by the Ye Family.
Meanwhile, after Xu Tingting got into the car, she took out her cell phone and saw a WeChat message from Nan Jiaojiao sent ten minutes ago.
“Don’t bother about Ye Shiqing.”
She felt a moment of guilt but had no regrets.
Inside the nanny van, Qu Xiaoxiao gestured with a long sword and hummed proudly, “Sister Jiaojiao, did you see just now, how a fake sword frightened that reporter?
So cowardly, what gave them the courage to mess with you?”
The agent silently turned back, “Really.”
“What do you mean ‘really’ or ‘fake’?”
Qu Xiaoxiao spoke quickly and abruptly burped, then looked at the sword in her hands, her hands inexplicably starting to shake.
“You used a fake one on set, this is the stunt double’s, it’s real.”
When Qu Xiaoxiao was leaving, she casually grabbed one, thinking to rush over quickly to back up Nan Jiaojiao.
You should have said so earlier!
If she had known it was real, she wouldn’t have dared to touch it even with ten times the courage.
“Sister Jiaojiao, help me, I’m not being cowardly, I just suddenly forgot how to sheathe the sword, I usually use a fake one, this this this damn thing is real.”
Nan Jiaojiao calmly took the sword and placed it back in its sheath.
“How did you come over?”
Qu Xiaoxiao, still in shock, replied, “I received a message.
My dad owns a few media outlets, so gossip reaches my ears very quickly.”
“Can you suppress the news?” Nan Jiaojiao asked.
Qu Xiaoxiao didn’t understand, “Don’t let it out, huh?”
“Yes, don’t post it online, and collect those reporters’ negatives.”
“That’s easy, when leaving I had my bodyguard snatch their cameras and I even cut their films, so they can’t even post it online if they want to.”
She knew Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want to be exposed; otherwise, back when she was causing a scene at Bo’s, the moment she saw Nan Jiaojiao, the live broadcast wouldn’t have been shut down so swiftly.
In fact, Nan Jiaojiao could have done it herself.
But it was always more convenient for someone inside the circle like Qu Xiaoxiao to handle it.
“Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for, don’t say thank you, that’s so formal!”
Qu Xiaoxiao dashed over, grabbing Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, her eyes glistening, “I have a favor to ask you.”
Nan Jiaojiao smiled faintly, “It’s just incidental for you to help me, right?”
Qu Xiaoxiao giggled twice, “‘The Empress’s Killing’ is casting right now, and I went for an audition today.
I didn’t see Sister Chu Yao, and I really want to play her maid, but the director wouldn’t allow it, insisting I play the arrogant and willful antagonist concubine, which I’m not happy about.”
Being the writer of the script, Nan Jiaojiao paused, then recognized the two roles Qu Xiaoxiao was talking about.
“The concubine role is prominent, and if performed well, it really shines.
You’ll have a redemption arc later.
If you take it, it would help your career more.
The maid is just a background character; you’d be underutilized.
It’s normal that the director disagreed.”
Qu Xiaoxiao blinked, flattered by the compliment.
“But I just want to play the maid, to be in every scene with Sister Chu Yao.”
Nan Jiaojiao twitched the corner of her mouth, “Did you ask Chu Yao?”
“I did, she said I was crazy and then blocked me.”
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