The Returning Ex

Ian straightened his room for a bit. When he came out a while later, Cindy was already done cooking breakfast, so he went over to the dining table. As he sat down, he said, “I’ll help you clean when we come back later. Leave all the heavy work to me.”

Cindy gave a bark of laughter. “There’s no heavy work. This house has been kept very clean in the first place, so I only need to arrange everything.”

At this, Ian chuckled as well. “I’ll handle all the large furniture and appliances. I’ll feel bad if you don’t allow me to do anything.”

Cindy looked at him. “You’ve already paid me, so why would you feel bad?”

All at once, Ian burst into laughter. “I’ve always wanted to ask you this question—are you that strapped for cash?”

Cindy nodded seriously. “Yes, I’m that strapped for cash. It’s too bad that I’m not valuable, else I’d even want to sell myself off.”

for Ian since no one dared to outright point fingers at him before his face, but it was different for Cindy. Many people felt that she was only dating Ian because of some twist of luck, so they regarded her with hostility out of either jealousy or abhorrence. By now, Cindy was used to it, so every time she was confronted with

the finale for a show, so it was just the span of a song’s length and their work would be over in 10 or 20 minutes. Cindy waited for him backstage while scrolling through the news on the Internet on her cell phone alone. The entertainment industry suffered no

the search engine was news of a particular lady inserting herself into a particular director’s marriage. There were still plenty who condemned the lady since many were timid in real life, so they could only unleash their wrath on the Internet. She inadvertently glimpsed some of the comments, only

let out a sigh again. Before she’d

assistant who previously asked me how I bagged Ian. Straightening,

you just

an acknowledgment. “Why aren’t

senior celebrity there who wants to chat with him, and

which celebrity this assistant worked for, she questioned, “Is