After reading the whole thing, his complex expression turned serious, and he turned to Ning Qiluo and said, "It is indeed fake."

Ning Qiluo's mood improved a little, but only a little. She said, "Speak from your perspective, don't just repeat what I say."

"Luo Luo, I'm just speaking from my own perspective, this is definitely fake."

"Why are you so sure? Does Jiang Yingchi pay you a salary?" Ning Qiluo had no idea how sarcastic her tone was.

Fu-zai smiled.

"why are you laughing."

Fuzai said, "Luo Luo, President Jiang likes you. At least I always see him doting on you. This Weng Xi is definitely up to no good. If I'm not mistaken, Weng Xi has a new movie coming out soon."

To generate a lot of buzz for the new drama that's about to premiere.

Ning Qiluo's focus was not on whether Weng Xi had a new drama coming out.

Instead, Fu-zai said that Jiang Ying-chi doted on her.

"Why does he spoil me so much?" she asked hesitantly.

"Anyway, President Jiang loves you very much," Fu Zai said confidently.

For some reason, Ning Qiluo felt a little happy when she heard this. She quickly suppressed that happiness and asked Fuzai, "During those six months, were we really dating? How did we date?"

"You're definitely dating, but I don't know how long you've been dating. I only found out about your relationship a month ago, and it shocked me. As for how you've been dating, I have no idea," Fuzai said truthfully.

Ning Qiluo also realized that she had asked the wrong question.

Only the people involved truly know how a relationship develops.

For example, her and Jiang Yingchi.

However, listening to Fuzi's words now is useless, as she can't remember what exactly happened during those six months.

I remembered that kiss from that night.

The feeling of suffocation was strangely familiar to her, and she even seemed to enjoy his kisses. Oh God, please don't torture her anymore.

Jiang Yingchi's arrogant attitude towards her didn't seem like the kind of person who had ever had a sweet romance with her.

...

Around six o'clock.

The waiting area before the awards ceremony.

Ning Qiluo wore a black velvet dress, her hair styled in a voluminous, tousled curl that made it appear incredibly thick. Her lips were plum red, and her eye makeup was adorned with glitter; she was breathtakingly beautiful, like a real-life Barbie doll.

The dress was a strapless style, a black velvet high-slit evening gown that accentuated her snow-white skin. Ning Qiluo had a pair of very beautiful right-angled shoulders, and her small but perky breasts blended together with her slender waistline, creating a perfectly proportioned figure.

"Qi Luo, you must maintain your elegance. Remember to always keep it up. There are many celebrities gathered here tonight, so your image is very important."

Xie Ya reminded her twice.

I'm terrified that what happened that night on the water and among the clouds will happen again.

Moreover, tonight is an even grander occasion, and Sohu has invited many senior figures and big names to attend the awards ceremony.

Ning Qiluo nodded and said she knew. Of course, she should remain elegant tonight, but when she saw Jiang Zhaoying, she temporarily put aside her elegance and walked briskly toward him, lifting her skirt.

"Ugh...cough cough cough..."

Jiang Zhaoying was chatting and laughing with someone.

His agent reminded him that someone was coming over. Jiang Zhaoying thought it was someone who came to greet him, but when he turned his gaze to Ning Qiluo, he almost choked on the champagne in his mouth and coughed twice.

He handed the champagne to his agent and left.

Seeing Jiang Zhaoying turn and walk away, Ning Qiluo quickly chased after her and grabbed her arm, asking, "Why are you running?"