After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: People Always Repeatedly Debase Themselves

Sitting in the office, Special Assistant Zhou was messaging with a few junior assistants when someone knocked on the door.

There were still a few assistants who hadn’t gotten off work yet, and the office immediately went silent.

At this hour, the only person who might come find them was none other than President Fu herself. The assistants exchanged glances, and Zhou tidied up her clothes before stepping out.

“President Fu, hello, how can I help—”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Qiao Sijin—whom she had just seen in the elevator earlier—and instantly got tongue-tied, her words stuck in her throat.

“Miss Qiao… what brings you here?”

Zhou’s mind immediately conjured up a melodramatic soap opera. Could it be that Miss Qiao and President Fu had some huge argument in the office, and now she was here to see her?

Zhou started peering behind Qiao Sijin, trying to catch a glimpse of President Fu.

“Stop looking, she’s in the office working.”

“I came in to ask you something.”

As she spoke, Qiao Sijin glanced around at the assistants inside who were pretending to work diligently. Please—did they think she was blind? Typing on a keyboard while staring at a desktop wallpaper?

But Qiao couldn’t be bothered. Office workers slacking off—it was totally normal.

It’s not like she was some kind of heartless villain.

“What do you need, Miss Qiao? I’m all ears.”

Zhou leaned her ear closer.

A moment later, the frown on her face relaxed. She picked up Qiao’s phone and helped her with it.

Turns out it was just a small thing. Zhou had been worried for nothing.

“Thanks.”

Seeing the Wi-Fi connected on her phone, Qiao waved her hand and decided not to bother the office workers any longer.

If she had to pester someone, it should be this assistant, Zhou.

As Qiao walked away, the people in the office began whispering among themselves.

“Wasn’t that… the movie queen Qiao? Why’s she at the company today?”

“Didn’t she go off filming?”

Remembering the mob of paparazzi earlier, everyone began speculating that maybe the press had gotten a tip-off that Qiao Sijin would be returning.

“Maybe she came back to see President Fu, right, Zhou-jie?”

The curious assistants looked toward Zhou, who shot them a glare and scolded them sharply: “Shoo, don’t ask things you shouldn’t!”

“If one day you get fired, then you’ll know.”

“Don’t be fooled by President Fu’s usual gentle demeanor. Beneath the calm waters, there’s a storm.”

“Got it?”

Zhou was always kind to them—lenient even when they took sick leave—so everyone knew she said these things for their own good.

“Got it!”

…

Back in Fu Qingyun’s office, Fu was now wearing glasses and reviewing documents intently.

She didn’t even glance up at the sound of the door. But she knew—it was Qiao Sijin returning.

Sure enough, Qiao must’ve gotten scared of the crowd of paparazzi downstairs and decided not to leave in a hurry.

She’d often stayed late at the company before, so she was used to it. But seriously… what kind of taste did Fu Qingyun have? The sofa in here was hard as a rock.

Sitting down, Qiao felt like her butt had been flattened.

As she scrolled through her phone, she responded to Tao Yi’s aggressive barrage of messages. But Qiao understood—Tao was only worried about her safety.

After Qiao lashed out at the reporters, Tao Yi and the PR team were now strategizing how to handle the situation.

Luckily, Fu Qingyun had taken some heat for her, and the public opinion had once again shifted.

Netizens were like that—easily swayed.

So Qiao only skimmed the pages and didn’t take it too seriously. But to say she didn’t care at all would be a lie.

Humans are just like that—repeatedly debasing themselves.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine, Tao-jie… I’m with Fu Qingyun right now.”

“Totally safe.”

Actually, not safe at all.

Qiao rested her chin on her hand and sneakily glanced at Fu Qingyun. But this woman would only make moves when she had physical needs of her own.

So maybe it was relatively safe.

“That’s good. But Sijin, don’t do anything to upset President Fu again.”

Tao Yi’s tone was full of concern, fearing that without supervision, Qiao and Fu might end up fighting again.

And maybe not just in the usual sense of “fighting.”

But Qiao knew what Tao really wanted was for none of that to happen.

Please—could this diva tone down the drama?

“Got it, Tao-jie. We’re in the office. What could possibly happen?”

Tao Yi fell silent after reading the message. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she finally sent another line.

“You never know.”

What’s that supposed to mean? Is she questioning her morals? Even if Qiao was desperate, she wouldn’t do something like that in an office.

Besides, Fu Qingyun looked so Zen lately she might as well be a nun.

If it weren’t for her own desire to provoke Fu Qingyun, Qiao wouldn’t even bother trying to kiss her.

Time slowly ticked by. Qiao leaned against the rock-hard sofa, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. But drowsiness crept in.

Arms crossed, she told herself she’d just nap for a bit.

And then promptly fell fast asleep.

Finishing the last of her documents, Fu Qingyun looked up and saw Qiao Sijin curled up quietly on the sofa, her phone lying beside her.

Clearly, she’d been asleep for a while.

She had gone on about how hard the sofa was, and yet she fell asleep before Fu did.

Fu picked up her own phone and sent Zhou a message. Soon, Zhou came in carrying a thick blanket.

“President Fu… you called for me?”

Zhou’s voice was hushed as she pushed open the door. If Fu hadn’t messaged her asking for a blanket, she wouldn’t have dared open that door—not in a million years.

Who knew what was going on behind it?

If she saw something she wasn’t supposed to… her life would be over.

“Yes, hand me the blanket.”

Fu took the blanket from Zhou, who wisely didn’t ask anything and quietly backed out of the office.

Anyone with half a brain could guess the blanket was for Miss Qiao. And of course, Zhou’s imagination was already running wild with scenes of a passionate encounter.

Just how intense must it have been to need a blanket afterward?!

Stop! Stop! Don’t go there! She had to shut her brain down before it ran off a cliff.