I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

It was as if Weibo was his own business.

It wouldn’t be surprising if it was the Young Master of the Gong family.

Because he did have that ability.

Qiao Mianmian’s and Tu Yilei’s trending topics were removed.

But she and Gong Zeli quickly made it to the hot searches again.

#The Young Master of the Gong family is the mysterious sugar daddy behind the scenes?

#Qiao Mianmian, Gong Zeli

#The Young Master of the Gong family is angry for a beauty

#Qiao Mianmian, Gong Zeli is secretly dating

Similar topics were trending.

Qiao Mianmian was completely unaware of the latest scandal between her and Gong Zeli.

The plane landed in Yuncheng City.

She was wearing a cap and a black mask that covered half of her face and her hair was let down as she got off the plane.

Fortunately, there were a lot of people wearing masks because of influenza.

Hence, no one noticed her outfit.

Qiao Mianmian walked out of the airport with her head lowered. She only took off her mask when she got into a cab.

She looked at the driver. “Mo Corporation Building, thank you.”

The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror and asked hesitantly, “Miss, we’ve never met before, right?”

Qiao Mianmian was confused.

She looked up at the driver who was old enough to be her father and frowned.

No way.

This taxi driver was already so old, and he still wanted to hit on girls?

And in such an old-fashioned way?

Although she was speechless, she still replied politely, “Mm, I’ve never seen you before. This should be our first time meeting.”

“Is that so?” The driver was still confused. He looked at the rearview mirror and mumbled to himself, “Then, why do I find you familiar? I think I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

She really wanted to say: Uncle, such an old-fashioned way of striking up a conversation is outdated. Moreover, I really am not interested in men who are old enough to be my elder.

The driver mumbled to himself and didn’t say anything else when he saw that Qiao Mianmian didn’t respond.

Along the way, Qiao Mianmian would occasionally hear him mutter, “She really looks familiar.”

Forty minutes later, downstairs of the Mo Corporation building.

Qiao Mianmian paid and was about to get out of the car when the driver suddenly slapped his thigh and pointed at her. “I remember now. Aren’t you that actress called… Qiao Mianmian?”

Qiao Mianmian was about to get out of the car.

She turned around and widened her eyes.

The driver widened his eyes. “Y-You’re that actress called Qiao Mianmian, right? I don’t think I’m wrong. I just recalled it. No wonder I found you familiar.”

Qiao Mianmian was stunned for a few seconds before she said in disbelief, “Uncle, you know who I am?”

She felt that it was normal to be recognized by a young man.

After all, most of the young people used Weibo. She had been on the hot searches recently, and many people might recognize her.

But to be recognized by a 50-year-old uncle, she felt like it was science fiction.

Could it be that this taxi driver liked to play on Weibo too?

So, he recognized her?