My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 103 - 102: Undressing

Chapter 103: Chapter 102: Undressing

Wen Qiao swiped her card to open the door, suddenly sneezed, and rubbed her nose as she weakly made her way toward the bathroom.

She felt like she was coming down with a cold.

"Where have you been?"

A male voice suddenly came from behind her, startling Wen Qiao so much that she froze on the spot.

Then she realized why the voice sounded so familiar and bravely looked behind her.

The man had broad shoulders, his hair was meticulously groomed, and the black suit made him look exceptionally noble and imposing.

Wen Qiao’s eyes widened as she walked toward the man in a towel, "How did you get here?"

Her voice was full of surprise and disbelief, but seemingly without any joy.

Fu Jinghen put down the magazine he was holding, looked up at her, and frowned, "What happened to you?"

He had caught a glimpse of her in the lobby downstairs and thought she had just come out of a bath wrapped in a towel, but now, seeing her clothes wet and clinging to her body, her lips slightly pale, she looked more like she had just climbed out of a river.

He stood up, took off his suit jacket, grabbed Wen Qiao’s wrist, and walked her to the bathroom without her turning back, still shocked by his sudden appearance in her room.

Fu Jinghen led her into the bathroom and turned on the tap; soon, the sound of running water filled the room.

He rolled up his shirt sleeves and tested the water temperature.

The warm yellow light in the bathroom fell on the man, softening the lines of his face more than usual, as he crouched in front of the bathtub, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing a section of his forearm.

Wen Qiao leaned against the wash basin, enjoying the pleasant view in front of her.

Indeed, good-looking people look good no matter what they do.

"You haven’t told me yet," Wen Qiao asked again, "Why did you come?"

Fu Jinghen paused momentarily, then countered with a question that was unlike his usual style, "Didn’t you just send me a message saying it would be nice if I were here? What, you’re not welcoming me now?"

"No way! How could I!" Wen Qiao’s emotions surged, her fervor almost like raising a fist in oath, "President Fu, how can you think that! Every day I hope against hope for your arrival, how can you say I’m not welcoming you."

...

The sound of water stopped, and Fu Jinghen stood up, the bathroom light mostly blocked by his body; Wen Qiao involuntarily looked up at him.

"Take off your clothes."

"...Huh?" Wen Qiao was confused.

"Or do you want to bathe with your clothes on?"

"Ah, no, no." Wen Qiao shook her head, took off the towel wrapped around her, and then, looking at Fu Jinghen still standing in front of her, tentatively asked, "President Fu, you’re still standing here... do you want to join me?"

...

The response was the man turning around to leave and the sound of the bathroom door locking.

After Wen Qiao finished her bath, she suddenly remembered something—

She had been led to the bathroom by Fu Jinghen, so she! Forgot! To! Take! Her! Pajamas!

And there were! No! Towels! In the bathroom!

Although the production crew’s accommodations were quite good, they were just staying in regular rooms, not suites, and just outside the bathroom was a small sitting area; going out there bare...

That still wouldn’t be quite right.

After standing dumbfounded for half a minute, Wen Qiao resigned herself to the situation, cracked the bathroom door open slightly, poked her round head out, and called out, "President Fu?"