Hua Jing turned slightly, her gaze flickering toward Fu Jingrong. For a fraction of a second, their eyes met. Something unspoken passed between them—steady, assured.
The crowd waited.
She faced the reporters again, lips curving into a small, composed smile.
"Oh," she said lightly, as though remembering something trivial. "I forgot to introduce him."
She turned fully this time, looking up at the man beside her, then back at the sea of stunned faces.
"This is my husband."
Silence.
Utter, complete silence.
The word seemed to echo in the air.
Husband.
For a heartbeat, even the cameras stopped clicking.
Then the explosion came.
Voices overlapped. Gasps. Shouts. Questions shouted so loudly they blurred together.
Online, the reaction detonated:
@WorldStopTurning:
"HUSBAND????????"
@GoldenPetals:
"SOMEONE CHECK ON ME."
@DramaWatcher:
"THEY WERE MARRIED THIS WHOLE TIME???"
@JingEmpire:
"WE WERE ARGUING ABOUT RIVALRY FOR YEARS AND THEY WERE GOING HOME TOGETHER?!"
