My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 105 - 104: He is a Fortunate One

Chapter 105: Chapter 104: He is a Fortunate One

But Wen Qiao was best at turning unfavorable situations into favorable ones for herself.

After Fu Jinghen had finished speaking, she put on a pitiful expression, "I was afraid you’d refuse if I asked directly for you to dry my hair. Although I’m pursuing you now, I’m also a girl with thin skin, and I don’t want to be rejected."

"I message you every day to make you like me, asking about your day, scrounging up all sorts of delicacies, and now I have to wrack my brain just to have you dry my hair."

As she spoke, she even sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping, looking completely deflated.

"How could there be such a pitiful fiancée like me, caught to work less than a week after getting engaged, living far from her fiancé, everyday worrying about him being snatched away by someone else, and after all the effort of chasing him, not getting any response."

Fu Jinghen felt that if he didn’t agree to dry her hair, she could nag him all evening.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom to get the hairdryer and plug it in.

"Come here."

"Okay."

Wen Qiao hurried over and stood in front of Fu Jinghen.

The humming of the hairdryer filled the room, and the warm air enveloped Wen Qiao, making her slightly drowsy.

The man’s slightly rough fingertips occasionally brushed against her cheek, bringing a tickling sensation.

Their figures reflected in the bathroom mirror, one tall and one short, one rigid and one soft, particularly harmonious.

Wen Qiao squinted, enjoying the sight in the mirror: the man bent over, his expression serious. Fu Jinghen was probably drying hair for the first time, his movements still somewhat stiff and awkward, even accidentally catching her hair, causing her to hiss in pain.

"Ouch, you’re going to pull out all my hair."

Wen Qiao cried out instinctively, and her head involuntarily leaned towards Fu Jinghen.

"Sorry."

Fu Jinghen, inexperienced, stared at Wen Qiao’s long hair and frowned slightly.

"Never mind, since it’s your first time drying a girl’s hair, I won’t hold it against you." Wen Qiao waved her hand generously, then remembered something and said, "Old people say, a woman’s hair should only be touched by one man in her entire lifetime, so you have to take responsibility for me, you can only dry my hair from now on."

Such a young age, yet so bossy.

"Which old person?" Fu Jinghen asked.

"?"

Was that the focus?

Shouldn’t the focus be on the latter part of her statement? Why was he only concerned about the first three words?

And she had just read it online; how was she supposed to know which old person said it?

Facing the curious face of Fu Jinghen in the mirror, Wen Qiao was speechless, "President Fu, is that really the point?"

"Hmm, I’m quite curious." Fu Jinghen gently combed her hair with his fingers, turning the hairdryer to a lower setting to hear Wen Qiao’s words more clearly.

Curious your head!

Wen Qiao closed her eyes and squeezed a few words between her teeth, "My grandma said it, okay?"

"....." Seeing that pursuing further would make Wen Qiao’s little volcano erupt, Fu Jinghen wisely chose not to continue, nodding, "Okay."

"......"

Wen Qiao thought if it weren’t for Fu Jinghen’s handsome face, she might have thrown him out by now.

Due to Fu Jinghen’s questioning just now, Wen Qiao felt a bit weary, and she quieted down for a while.