My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 690 - 608: Never Was Mine

"He’s really not a man at all, has no sense of responsibility, and lets the woman suffer the grievances."

The woman also had fans, and Rong Lan’s fans, well, they were definitely not just for show. They immediately launched a counterattack.

"Oh, thinking she’s all that, sticking herself to our Rong Rong. It’s probably just a coincidence that they stayed in the same hotel, and she deliberately called the media to expose it, afraid she wouldn’t get any attention otherwise."

"Exactly, what level is our Rong Rong on? Does he need to fish for attention? Clearly, it’s the woman trying to cling to him."

"If Rong Rong says it’s nothing, then it’s nothing. Spouting those pretentious remarks so impatiently—it’s clearly her little trick."

"Over the years, there have been plenty who tried to stick themselves to our Rong Rong. What does a second-tier actress even count as?"

"A female star, seriously! Acting in a few mediocre shows and now she thinks she’s some kind of princess? She should take a good look at herself and see if she’s even worthy of our Rong Rong."

When it comes to celebrity relationships, fans aren’t exactly reasonable. Each one is sharper than the other, and the fans of both sides immediately started a war of words. It turned into quite the commotion. On the bright side, it stirred up a lot of buzz for the film, which was beneficial for the movie’s publicity.

When Qin Miaomiao saw the reports, she didn’t react much. Rong Lan’s manager contacted her, intending to ask how this matter should be handled.

After all, Rong Lan was essentially part of the company, and Qin Miaomiao felt quite guilty toward him.

Last time, because of Lu Qing’s jealousy, she couldn’t continue to take care of him. Then, a lot of things happened afterward. With her pregnancy added to the mix, she hadn’t seen Rong Lan since.

"Just handle it according to Rong Lan’s wishes. He’s already made a statement on Weibo."

However, the manager said, "But if we collaborate with Miss Zhao’s side to hype up a relationship for a while, it would be beneficial for the movie."

"The movie’s promotion will be handled by the company and doesn’t need to rely on the actors. Follow Rong Lan’s wishes and don’t create any additional problems. Besides, if you really collaborate with Zhao Qin’s side to fabricate a romance for hype and Rong Lan refuses to cooperate, that would be true humiliation. With Rong Lan’s status, there’s no need to resort to such tactics, understand?"

Her tone was very firm, fearing that the people under her would act on their own and end up tarnishing Rong Lan’s image instead.

Rong Lan is certainly not someone who likes being manipulated—as can clearly be seen from his response on Weibo.

The manager initially planned to stir up some big news, but since the boss herself disagreed, he had no choice but to drop the idea.

Not long after, Rong Lan, who had always avoided contacting her, suddenly called her.

On the other end of the line, there was silence for what felt like a few minutes. She held her phone tightly, listening to his breathing, her emotions feeling complicated.

"I did sleep with Zhao Qing."

His first words were just this one sentence.

Qin Miaomiao couldn’t quite grasp the meaning behind his words. She could only blankly respond with:

"Oh. I see."

"But we’re not in a relationship."

So—it’s just a one-night stand? How was she supposed to respond to that? Should she perhaps say, congratulations?

"I heard from the family that you’re pregnant?"

Qin Miaomiao coughed lightly a couple of times. "Well, yes. I’m currently focusing on prenatal care."

"And it’s not just any pregnancy—triplets, no less. Congratulations. I should really visit and check on you. After all, you’re my Aunt."

The way he said "Aunt" carried a sense of underlying sarcasm. No—more accurately, it was sarcasm tinged with a faint melancholy.

If there had been even the slightest possibility before, now there was absolutely none.

He had to face the reality: she truly was not his anymore.

Or rather, she never had been.