Chapter 3: My Husband Is an Ascetic, Handsome Man

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“You’re the one who’s out of your mind.” Tao Yaoyao wanted to answer Zhou Qiuru like that. However, she was still an intern and couldn’t offend her seniors.

She squeezed out a perfunctory smile and replied, “I like him, and I believe that one day he will become a supermodel.”

“Supermodel?” Zhou Qiuru giggled, as if she had heard some outlandish joke.

She continued to ridicule what Tao Yaoyao had said. “Do you know how many newcomers debut in the modeling industry every year? They debut when they’re teenagers, and the most sought-after models are in their teens. Your husband, since he’s married to you, must at least be around 27 or 28. He’s not a celebrity, where perhaps he could obtain fame at 30. However, youthfulness is the most important thing for a model. After the age of 22, most men would be too old for the industry. Your husband will be like this for the rest of his life. I’ve also heard that after being a model, men usually don’t look for other jobs. After they leave the runway, they simply find rich women to take care of them. I must say that after marrying a model, you’ll have to share him with those rich women. How does that make you feel now? Don’t you feel disgusted?”

Tao Yaoyao became upset when she heard Zhou Qiuru say such horrible things about Feng Zhuo.

But she continued to smile.

She said, “I believe that my husband has lots of potential. People who are capable will never be afraid of getting older, unlike some people, who cannot even get married by the age of 40, and who will probably never be able to get married. A woman who can’t get married is smelly and stiff, just like a…ah…”

She suddenly realized that her anger had made her go too far, and her expression changed, as she apologized to Zhou Qiuru politely.

She said with a hangdog expression, “I’m sorry, Qiuru sister, I wasn’t talking about you. I was just casually making an analogy about 40-year-old women. I promise that I really wasn’t talking about you.”

In reality, she had indeed been talking about Zhou Qiuru.

Zhou Qiu was now 40. Due to her demanding personality and acrimonious temperament, she had never gotten married.

Although she used various cosmetic products to maintain her appearance, she still couldn’t conceal the signs of aging on her face.

She was aging like everyone does.

Tao Yaoyao’s words made her face turn dark. “Tao Yaoyao, you…”

“Oh, please, don’t be angry.” Tao Yaoyao became so anxious that she was about to cry. “Sister Qiuru, I really wasn’t talking about you. There are many women who aren’t married by the age of 40. Maybe you have a serious endocrine disorder…all right? Sister Qiuru, have you been examined before?”

Another colleague’s suppressed snickering could be heard as he listened to the conversation.

Zhou Qiuru became even more furious then when she realized that they had been overheard, and she was ready to burst from a fit of anger. She gritted her teeth and cursed, “Tao Yaoyao…you will regret what you have said in the future!”

After she’d said that, she turned to leave.

Tao Yaoyao reached out her hands to pull her back. “Sister Qiuru, you’ve really misunderstood. I wasn’t talking about you…”

The colleague who had overheard the conversation kindly reminded Tao Yaoyao, “You have offended her now, so beware of payback. Zhou Qiuru is notoriously petty.”

Tao Yaoyao knew that she’d acted impulsively, but she really despised Zhou Qiuru for insulting Feng Zhuo.

Although he was only her three-month contractual husband, a contractual husband was still her husband.

Although Feng Zhuo was a model, he wasn’t a frivolous womanizer, and he’d never fooled around. Even when she took the initiative to make the first move, he’d still stayed calm.

He was an ascetic, handsome man with a good temperament. He might not be able to afford a house or a car for the time being, but he didn’t deserve to be ridiculed by Zhou Qiuru like that, especially for her to say that he would have sugar mamas.