Qin Qiao'er smiled without saying a word, her eyes fixed directly on Song Qianqian. For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire recording studio was extremely awkward.
The gazes of the two women met, sparking a fierce confrontation.
Song Qianqian's words just now were clearly intended to embarrass her. Nowadays, many people on the Internet refer to Qin Qiao'er as the mistress between Zhao Youting and Song Qianqian. This topic often makes its way onto various online forums.
Although many people support Qin Qiao'er and Zhao Youting more, Song Qianqian is still Zhao Youting's betrothed fiancée after all.
Everyone stared intently at the two women, eager to see how Qin Qiao'er would respond to Song Qianqian's veiled insults.
But those spectators hoping for a show were bound to be disappointed. Qin Qiao'er was, after all, a smart woman.
"A mistress?" Qin Qiao'er smiled even more brightly and immediately countered, "I wonder what Miss Song's definition of a 'mistress' is. Is it based on who came first or who is in love? As far as I know, the so - called third party is the one who is not loved. In matters of the heart, only those who love each other truly belong together."
Zhao Youting had absolutely no feelings for Song Qianqian. Strictly speaking, they were just a couple in name only. Song Qianqian was well aware of this. Her complexion instantly changed when she heard Qin Qiao'er's words, but this was only for a split second. As an actress who had been in the entertainment industry, Song Qianqian quickly composed herself, and the discomfort disappeared.
Although it was just a one - second moment, Qin Qiao'er, with her sharp eyes, caught this subtle change in expression.
When countering someone, one should target their weak points. Since Qin Qiao'er had Song Qianqian's weakness in her hands, how could she let herself suffer?
Qin Qiao'er gave a charming smile and continued, "Miss Song and Zhao Youting are a perfect match made in heaven. Naturally, there won't be a mistress. If there were, then..." She left the sentence unfinished, and the meaning was clear to Song Qianqian.
A fly doesn't land on an egg without a crack. She hoped that Zhao Youting would stay with Song Qianqian and leave her alone.
Song Qianqian forced a smile. "Of course, we love each other deeply!" She said this without a hint of shame.
"I hope so!"
Regarding the incident where the husband of the female lead in a show was suspected of having an affair during marriage, it was recently confirmed that the husband did have a mistress.
The husband publicly apologized in front of the national audience, promising to reform and hoping that his wife would forgive him. He also guaranteed that such a thing would never happen again. In the end, for the sake of their children, the female lead chose to trust her husband once again and gave them a chance to reconcile.
The mistress, of course, silently blessed them.
Everyone condemned the husband and his mistress for their immoral behavior. Additionally, people advised that women should not only focus on their families in their lives but should also have their own careers and be economically independent.
After the show, backstage at the program, Qin Qiao'er had already changed into her own clothes. She said goodbye to the program's director and was about to leave. However, she found that Song Qianqian was lingering like a ghost in the basement garage, looking as if she was about to settle scores with her in front of her car.
"Get out of the way!" Song Qianqian blocked the car door, preventing her from opening it.
Qin Qiao'er looked at Song Qianqian contemptuously. "Speak your mind quickly!"
"Qin Qiao'er, name your price!" Song Qianqian said to Qin Qiao'er. At first, Qin Qiao'er didn't understand what she meant, but then she realized that the "price" might refer to the cost of her leaving Zhao Youting.
Although she knew this, Qin Qiao'er deliberately said, "I don't understand what you're talking about. Besides, I'm not short of money right now!"
After saying that, she was about to get in the car, but Song Qianqian slammed the car door shut. "Qin Qiao'er, don't push me too far!"
Qin Qiao'er stopped her hand and stared directly at Song Qianqian, smiling bitterly. "Haven't you people already done enough?"
Since her mother's death, hadn't she been living in a living hell every day? Hadn't they always used her as a scapegoat? Back then, in order to resolve the company's crisis, they had even sent her to an old man's bed. Fortunately, by some strange twist of fate, she had ended up with Zhao Youting.
"Song Qianqian, I know you're worried that I'll steal Zhao Youting away. But don't worry, I have no feelings for him at all. I don't care about him!" Qin Qiao'er said this with complete candor, but in Song Qianqian's eyes, it was just a lie.
In the deserted basement garage, Song Qianqian dared to show her true colors. She immediately raised her hand to slap Qin Qiao'er. Qin Qiao'er was no pushover. She quickly reached out her right hand and grabbed Song Qianqian's hand. Then, with her left hand, she slapped Song Qianqian across the face.
"Slap!"
The sound echoed throughout the garage.
Song Qianqian was completely caught off guard by this reversal. She covered her right cheek in a daze, her eyes filled with anger as she roared, "You bitch! I'm going to kill you!"
After saying that, she lunged at Qin Qiao'er like a madwoman. Fortunately, compared to Song Qianqian, a pampered young lady who had never suffered, Qin Qiao'er was stronger. When they fought, Qin Qiao'er naturally had the upper hand. It didn't take long for her to subdue Song Qianqian.
"Song Qianqian, I'm warning you. Don't mess with me, or you'll be the one who suffers." After saying that, Qin Qiao'er let go of Song Qianqian, opened the car door herself, sat in the driver's seat, and rolled down the window.
"Instead of wasting your energy on me, you'd better focus on Zhao Youting."
Song Qianqian's eyes were filled with anger as she stared at Qin Qiao'er, but when she heard this, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"If I remember correctly, there's a grandma in the Zhao family." Qin Qiao'er said this, making her hint quite obvious and suggesting that Song Qianqian should approach the old lady of the Zhao family.
"Why are you helping me?" Song Qianqian thought this was a good idea, but she couldn't believe that Qin Qiao'er, who hated her as much as she hated Qin Qiao'er, would be so kind as to give her advice.
"I've already said that I don't like Zhao Youting." Qin Qiao'er shrugged helplessly. "It's just that Zhao Youting has a one - sided crush on me."
Qin Qiao'er said this with a sense of helplessness. Although she wasn't sure if Zhao Youting really liked her, she was certain that he was definitely interested in her, judging from his strange and repeated actions.
After saying this, Qin Qiao'er drove away in her car, ignoring the fact that Song Qianqian's face had turned bright red with anger.
Watching Qin Qiao'er's car drive away, the anger in Song Qianqian's heart burned like a wildfire, reaching her very core. Her hateful gaze was like that of a demon from hell. She swore that one day, she would make Qin Qiao'er pay a heavy price.
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