For so reason, Ou Jue only called her na once.
It was as if a drifting boat without direction had instantly found its way.
Xiyan walked over to the window with her phone in hand, sniffled a little, and said, "I’m not stupid! Even you are bullying now."
Ou Jue corrected her, "No, it’s the entire world. Only I have the right to bully you."
"Hmph."
The sulky little nasal sound made Ou Jue almost imagine her puffing out her cheeks and raising her chin like a furry kitten.
He chuckled softly, "Feeling wronged?"
Evidently, Ou Jue saw the online news articles that twisted the truth.
Xiyan fiddled with the curtain and rolled her eyes silently, "You’re happy about feeling wronged, huh?"
She was practically fuming over those reports, and yet this guy was laughing.
"I’ve told you before: the entertainnt industry runs deep," Ou Jue set aside the pen he had been using to sign docunts, leaning back into his chair with a regal air even in casual movents. "A thoughtless action from you, once exaggerated by unscrupulous reporters, can lead to situations like this."
"..." Xiyan pouted and suddenly felt even angrier. What now?
She said begrudgingly, "If you’re calling just to mock and lecture , then I’m hanging up!"
"Then what do you want to do? Hmm?" Ou Jue’s voice was full of allure.
He was coaxing her to say it aloud.
Tempting her to admit: I need you.
"I want..." Xiyan hung her head and sighed, "Never mind. It’s not like I can have whatever I want. From now on, I’ll keep my guard up, pay more attention, and then find an opportunity to get revenge later."
Ou Jue: ...
"Xia Xiyan, why is it so hard for you to say you need ?"
"Huh?" Xiyan blinked in confusion, her face blank.
"Call ’hubby,’ and I’ll make this problem go away for you."
Glancing over her shoulder at Qiaoqiao, who was watching with an intensely gossipy expression, Xiyan lowered her voice, "But we can’t reveal our relationship right now..."
"I don’t need to show up personally to help you get your revenge," Ou Jue’s voice was exceptionally rich and seductive.
Listening to that low timbre against her ear was practically a treat.
"But..."
"No ’buts,’" Ou Jue interrupted her, his tone tinged with arrogance. "Dummy, do you even know who your man is?"
Ou Jue.
With this na—what isn’t possible?
Ohhh, Xiyan was dying to know what kind of revenge Ou Jue had planned.
Calling him ’hubby’ wasn’t a big deal—why not lean on the support when it’s right there?
Xiyan cleared her throat and lowered her voice again, "Hubby."
Ou Jue’s lips curled into a faint smile, but his voice remained steady, raspy, "Say it again."
"Hubbby~~"
"Mm, not bad." Ou Jue stood up, loosened his tie, and draped it over the coat rack. "Then, as your reward, you’ll get to watch a good show tomorrow."
Huh? What show?
What is Ou Jue talking about? Why can’t I figure it out...
After hanging up, Qiaoqiao eagerly leaned closer, "Who were you talking to? Was it your boyfriend?"
With such a sweet expression, it had to be her boyfriend!!
Who is it? Who?!
[PS: This isn’t a story about a strong female lead. Xiyan only needs to sit back and crush her enemies. If the heroine can solve everything on her own, what’s the point of the male lead? Maybe later we can make Xiyan stronger, but—the male lead’s role is still to spoil the heroine rotten. Thanks, everyone.]
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