My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 841 - 760: Shifting All the Blame

Hua Tiantian, a newcomer with only a bit of fame, didn’t have the luxury of a big star’s van. She squeezed into a minivan with other staff, overhearing whispers from the people inside: "Young Master Meng used to come here quite often, but now he doesn’t. Turns out there’s someone else, which explains it."

Another actress laughed outright: "So what? How could these rich kids not have butterflies chasing them? Young Master Meng isn’t married, doesn’t have a girlfriend, it’d be strange if there were no rumors."

Chapter Five

Hua Tiantian felt a wave of disappointment.

She was like the heroine of an idol drama, climbing up step by step with her hard work despite her humble beginnings. She was so ordinary—how could real life be as wonderful as an idol drama? How could there be a prince on a white horse coming to rescue her?

The message from Meng Yan must have been sent by mistake, which was why she received it. She was undoubtedly happy to get his text, but her joy was invisibly shattered by reality.

Returning to the hotel with a heavy heart, her assistant noticed her bad mood and recalled the incident with Meng Yan earlier that morning: "Tiantian, it’s okay, it’s just a photo, it doesn’t really matter."

Lost in thought, Hua Tiantian didn’t hear what the assistant said, immersed in her own world. Tears fell down her face, and the assistant, seeing her fair, bun-like face, pulled out a tissue to wipe them dry, comforting her: "What’s wrong, Tiantian, why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Hua Tiantian shook her head and said, "I don’t know, I just feel uncomfortable."

Seeing the photo of Meng Yan with another woman, a pang of jealousy surged in her heart, a sour feeling creeping up her nose.

Meng Yan saw his headline glamorously featured on the front page, not only online but in all major magazines too.

After one phone call, assistants, bodyguards, and secretaries bought back all the available magazines, piling them up in the office like a magazine market, lined up in rows of bright colors.

Meng Yan began calling to have the editors remove his headlines from the pages.

Qin Miaomiao waited a long time, and finally saw Meng Yan’s headline taken down, smiling confidently.

Xiao Xiao, watching from the side, found it very odd and couldn’t help but ask: "Sister Miaomiao, why is your smile so terrifying?"

Qin Miaomiao gave a creepy smile: "Nothing."

Knowing Meng Yan’s personality, he must have figured out who the instigator was. The peaceful days had gone too long, so let him be a spice for change.

"Is it really nothing?" Xiao Xiao flaunted her newly done nails, encrusted with dazzling sparkly bits, "Sister Miaomiao, look, how do my new nails look?"

"Beautiful, of course," Qin Miaomiao perfunctorily complimented her, listening intently to Meng Yan’s call, a malicious smile playing on her lips.

The phone on the desk rang after a while, and Qin Miaomiao picked it up. Before she could speak, Meng Yan started scolding: "Qin Miaomiao, you’ve gone too far. We’re partners, and you actually turned your schemes on me."

"Who asked Young Master Meng’s news to be so valuable? I just made a call, and the paparazzi immediately focused on photographing Young Master Meng. It wasn’t just Young Master Meng over there, why did they just photograph you?"

With a skilled tongue, Qin Miaomiao deftly shrugged off any responsibility.

Meng Yan, fuming with anger, his cold and handsome face turned livid.

Hua Tiantian was in poor spirits, and her assistant silently accompanied her. The two sat by the bed, whispered, and shared a few cold jokes, which alleviated much of Hua Tiantian’s gloomy mood.