Because of the time difference, the two people didn't disperse until midnight.

After returning to his room, Fu Shiqin tried to contact Ling Jiao's assistant again, but the assistant only said that Ling Jiao was filming and it was inconvenient for her to answer the phone.

Fu Shiqin knew, of course, that this was most likely her excuse for refusing to contact him. He simply instructed his assistant to take good care of her daily life before hanging up the phone.

Far away in a film studio in China, Ling Jiao's assistant hung up the phone and spoke to the person who was resting.

"Sister Ling, why did you break up with the Second Young Master?"

These past few days, she had been curious about this question, but she had refrained from asking it.

Ling Jiao posted on Weibo that the two had broken up, but soon after, the second young master rejected the breakup on Weibo, so she is now unsure whether they have broken up or not.

"If we break up, we break up. What else can happen?" Ling Jiao flipped through the script in her hand, but she didn't bother to read a single line carefully.

The assistant handed her water and muttered something.

"It's great that you two are together, why do you have to break up? Besides, it's clearly you who wants to break up, and the second young master doesn't want to."

Young Master Fu comes from a good family and has a good personality. Where in the rich circle can you find such a good second-generation rich kid who is also wholeheartedly in love with her? But she just dumped him without a second thought.

“It’s not appropriate,” Ling Jiao said calmly.

“How is it inappropriate? I think it’s perfect.” Her assistant had been with her for many years, so she spoke more frankly.

In her eyes, the two were a perfect match. Knowing that Ling Jiao had no relatives, she and her agent were genuinely happy to see how much Young Master Fu took care of her.

As a result, she broke up with him without saying a word and announced it to the world, as if she was afraid that he would bother her again.

Ling Jiao took a sip of water, and frowned when she tasted it and found it sweet.

"Why is it brown sugar water?"

"Young Master Fu reminded me, saying your period is coming up soon and he wanted to prepare this for you," the assistant said irritably.

Which ex-boyfriend broke up with her and then told the people around her to take good care of her?

Ling Jiao put down her cup, picked up the mineral water bottle next to her, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

"Don't bother preparing it, I don't like it."

"Do you know how much people are cursing you now after you posted the breakup news on Weibo? They're all calling you a scumbag who climbed the social ladder by relying on Young Master Fu," her assistant reminded her.

Some netizens say that her resources improved after she got together with Fu Shiqin, so she rose to fame because of Fu Shiqin.

Now that his position is secure, he kicked Fu Ershao to the curb.

"If I were a scumbag, I would have gone after his assets long ago," Ling Jiao chuckled.

She was just afraid, afraid of the feeling of sinking into warmth and happiness.

That kind of happiness doesn't belong to someone like her.

"I just don't understand why you broke up with Young Master Fu." The assistant complained while packing his things, "In this industry, it's the rich second-generation who play with female celebrities' feelings and then dump them when they're tired of them. But you, you dumped her first."

Fu Jiaye, so many people in the industry would kill to even get close to her, and she's going to dump her.

She seriously doubted that her IQ was normal.

"If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore." Ling Jiao glanced at her and said, "Also, block his number."

“You blocked me yourself, why do you want me to block you too? I won’t,” the assistant said firmly.

"Are you my assistant or his assistant?" Ling Jiao retorted.

“Even if I’m your assistant, I have the right to manage my own contact list,” the assistant said confidently.