My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 110 - 109: Help Me Solve It

Chapter 110: Chapter 109: Help Me Solve It

Fu Jinghen glanced at her, "Who told you that Jiang Wei and I grew up together as childhood friends?"

"Eh? Isn’t that so?"

The original story is written like this, isn’t it? Jiang Wei and Fu Jinghen have known each other since they were sixteen or seventeen, that’s about ten years now. Doesn’t that count as childhood friends?

Fu Jinghen was silent, not wishing to say more.

Wen Qiao pouted, her peripheral vision catching sight of the bowl of ginger coke, "Huh," she exclaimed, "How did it get over there?"

As she spoke, she moved to bring the bowl of ginger coke over.

Upon seeing this, Fu Jinghen stopped his action of adjusting his tie and said in a cold tone, "Don’t drink it."

Wen Qiao’s hand had just touched the edge of the bowl when she looked at Fu Jinghen confusedly, "Why?"

"Ginger dispels dampness and drives away the cold, but mixing it with coke significantly reduces the effect," Fu Jinghen glanced at her indifferently, "Plus, coke can cause weight gain. As a female celebrity, shouldn’t you control your weight? Don’t you have any self-discipline?"

"Moreover, you’ve just had a bowl of ginger soup. There’s no need for a second one."

"..."

Wen Qiao choked up; Fu Jinghen was questioning her professionalism.

"Still going to drink it?" he asked.

"No! I’m! Not!" Wen Qiao stomped her foot and turned around. In that moment, she saw Fu Jinghen untying his tie, his hands with distinct knuckles tugging at it.

She raised her eyebrows, stopped in her tracks, and leaned on the edge of the table, watching Fu Jinghen without blinking.

Sensing Wen Qiao’s gaze, Fu Jinghen turned his head to glance at her, his eyes signaling ’what’s wrong?’

"It’s nothing," Wen Qiao drawled, "I just thought your way of untying your tie was quite sexy. Allow me to admire it for a bit."

"..."

Initially, she thought Fu Jinghen would ignore her remark as usual. But to her surprise, after a two-second pause, Fu Jinghen walked over to her, stood in front of her, let his hands hang down, grabbed her wrist and placed her hand on his tie: "How about you untie it for me?"

Fu Jinghen’s tone rose slightly at the end, his thumb rubbing against the back of her hand, carrying a hint of seduction.

Wen Qiao looked at their overlapping hands, raised her head, and unexpectedly collided with Fu Jinghen’s dark, deep eyes. In them, her own figure was reflected.

She watched as Fu Jinghen slowly leaned down, the distance between them growing shorter, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw him place his hands on the table behind her, encircling her between his arms and the table.

Wen Qiao’s heart suddenly "thumped," skipping a beat. She steadied herself and curved her lips: "Well, since President Fu has extended such a gracious invitation, how could I refuse?"

She slowed her breathing and raised her other hand as well, both hands coming together to help Fu Jinghen untie his tie.

The man’s gaze was too intense, as if it could see directly into the depths of her soul. Even though Wen Qiao focused all her attention on the tie at hand, she could still feel Fu Jinghen’s eyes upon her.

Normally, untying a tie would just take a blink of an eye, but for some reason, Wen Qiao felt somewhat flustered and her hands became clumsy.

She closed her eyes, slowed her breathing, and tried to suppress the overly active little heart in the left side of her chest.

Her movements sped up, and in a moment, the tie came off, and even the top button of the shirt was undone.

"Done," Wen Qiao patted Fu Jinghen’s shoulder: "I even helped you undo a button on the house, don’t thank me too much."

Without waiting for Fu Jinghen to speak, Wen Qiao turned to leave first.

"Wen Qiao."

The man’s deep voice came, making Wen Qiao’s steps subconsciously halt. Before she could ask what’s the matter, she heard him again: "Untying a tie, what’s there to be nervous about?"