My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 893 - 891: Bad Luck

The originally impatient male voice suddenly came to an abrupt halt, and when he spoke again, the irritation in his tone disappeared, replaced by a gentle and polite demeanor.

"It’s okay, are you alright?"

Wen Shu looked up, standing before her was a slightly chubby man. She shook her head, indicating she was fine.

"Meeting is fate, my name is Zhou Hengfeng. May I know what to call you, miss?"

Wen Shu looked at the hand extended in front of her, hesitated briefly, and gave a loose handshake, saying, "Wen Shu." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"I thought you looked familiar." Zhou Hengfeng suddenly realized, "So, you’re the actress Wen Shu."

Listening to the word "actress," all Wen Shu felt was sarcasm.

Only those adored by hundreds can be called a star; she was at most a background figure in the entertainment industry now.

A strange feeling came to her hand, and Wen Shu’s gaze turned cold. She exerted some force and took her hand back.

"Mr. Zhou, please show some respect."

"Respect, respect, how can one not be respectful in front of a beauty?"

Zhou Hengfeng laughed as he spoke, but his hand reached towards Wen Shu’s face again.

A crisp "slap" echoed through the slightly quiet corridor.

Wen Shu slapped away Zhou Hengfeng’s hand, with her expression completely cold: "Shameless."

Zhou Hengfeng was a spoiled young master, used to having his way. Being publicly humiliated by a woman for the first time, he immediately grew angry, grabbing Wen Shu’s wrist and throwing her towards the wall: "An actress with such a temper, it’s an honor to talk to you nicely, don’t be so ungrateful."

"Get away from me—ugh..."

Zhou Hengfeng pinned Wen Shu’s arms, pressing her against the wall, and leaned down to press his lips against hers.

Wen Shu didn’t expect Zhou Hengfeng would dare to act this way in a bustling corridor, her heart was frantic, and she struggled fiercely. In desperation, she lifted her leg and kicked Zhou Hengfeng’s groin.

An indescribable pain swept throughout his body, and Zhou Hengfeng groaned, releasing Wen Shu, bending over with both hands covering the area Wen Shu aimed at.

After a momentary shock, Wen Shu hurriedly escaped, stumbling towards the private room door before finally stopping.

She tidied her disheveled hair, took out her phone to check her reflection, seeing only her eyes slightly red, no other peculiarities. She then pushed open the private room door and stepped inside.

It’s often said that the person who knows you best besides your favorite is your most disliked, similarly, in the same environment, the one you notice first besides the favorite could be the most despised.

Perhaps based on this theory, when Wen Shu opened the private room door, the first person she locked eyes with was not Director Zhang sitting opposite the door, but Wen Qiao who was two seats away from him.

Wen Qiao sat diagonally facing the door, instinctively glancing at anyone entering, and after a brief second of eye contact with Wen Shu, she indifferently looked away.

What an unlucky day.

Had she known Wen Shu was coming, even if her head was pulled, she wouldn’t spare a glance towards the door.

Wen Qiao merely didn’t want to look at someone she disliked, but the act, in Wen Shu’s eyes, translated to contempt and mockery, and thinking about all the recent troubles caused by Wen Qiao, Wen Shu tightened her hand, her nails turning white from the pressure.

She was really curious, how Wen Qiao managed to be so complacent after taking what rightfully belonged to her.