Qin Miaomiao looked at her phone, now powered off, with a hint of helplessness. If Lu Qing thought she’d dared to hang up on him, would he be furious?
"Why the long face? I called you out to have some fun, okay? Come on, babe, have a drink with me."
While saying that, Xu Jiaojiao threw an arm around her shoulder. She was taller than her and had short hair, so to others, they probably looked like a couple.
Qin Miaomiao pinched her nose and replied irritably:
"You’re drinking again?"
Xu Jiaojiao scratched her head in annoyance, her face full of frustration: "It’s all because someone stole my role. Looks like I’ll never be famous in this lifetime."
Qin Miaomiao comforted her, saying, "Don’t overthink it. You’re not famous yet, that’s all. Look at you—fair skin, beautiful face, elegant temperament, and ridiculously handsome. You can play women, you can play men, right? If you don’t make it big, who will? You’re just missing one opportunity. Someday, if I become a producer, I’ll be the first to exploit you—ugh, no—I mean, boost you up, and make you the leading lady, okay?"
Xu Jiaojiao burst out laughing, hooking her chin with a deliberately suggestive posture:
"Admit it, Miao Miao, you’re lusting after my beauty and want to exploit me. If it were anyone else, I’d have kicked them away ages ago, but for you... I welcome it."
Xu Jiaojiao’s face was already quite androgynous, and when she started flirting, her charm was off the charts.
Qin Miaomiao clutched her wildly beating heart and quickly surrendered: "Stop, stop, stop. If you keep this up, I might actually turn gay!"
Hearing this, Xu Jiaojiao leaned closer, her nose almost touching Qin Miaomiao’s, her voice deliberately lowered: "And what if you do turn gay, hmm?"
That soft "hmm?" was outright intoxicating! Qin Miaomiao’s face flushed red, almost falling for her, when suddenly a voice floated over.
"Jiaojiao Baby, so this is why you’ve been ignoring me lately—found yourself a new flame!"
Jin Jing appeared in front of them like a ghost, his face filled with resentment that could rival Zhenzi.
Xu Jiaojiao cast a glance at him from the corner of her eye, still unmoved. She continued hanging on to Qin Miaomiao’s neck, seemingly trying to melt into her.
She shot him a sidelong glance: "Not a new flame—an old love. What, you have objections?"
Jin Jing’s internal resentment deepened. "Wah-wah-wah, could Jiaojiao Baby really like women?"
Turning someone gay is already a challenge; turning them straight again? That’s nearly impossible!
He internally griped but, unfazed, casually took out his phone and snapped a picture of the two. Then, flashing a grin that showcased all eight of his teeth, he said:
"Of course not, of course not." He personally didn’t, but Young Master Lu might. After all, it seemed like Young Master Lu had taken a liking to Qin Miaomiao, the demure little bunny.
With a quick swipe, he sent the photo directly to Lu Qing.
Lu Qing, upon receiving the photo: ...
For some reason, Qin Miaomiao suddenly felt panicked. But why was she panicking? Jiaojiao was just a woman, okay? There’s no way Lu Qing would be jealous of a woman, right? Wait—jealous?
Would Lu Qing actually get jealous? And what does jealousy mean? Could it mean... Lu Qing likes her?
The mere possibility sent Qin Miaomiao’s breathing into overdrive, her heart racing, her mind going blank—it left her completely stunned!
Then, beside her, Xu Jiaojiao chuckled and taunted Jin Jing:
"Who are you reporting to? Tsk tsk tsk, you’ve got some nerve. But that photo you just took wasn’t scandalous at all. Here, take a picture of this one."