My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 115 - 114: Glorious and Great

Chapter 115: Chapter 114: Glorious and Great

Though his personality starkly contrasted with Fu Jinghen’s aloof asceticism—if Fu Jinghen was that type, then Qin Xiang was the frivolous playboy type.

But his capabilities were not to be underestimated. He wasn’t particularly interested in the family business; instead, he started his own gaming company. Given his passion for it, he managed to propel the company to great success.

Still, as talented as he was, taking his fiancée to see other women was definitely not okay.

After making that remark, Qin Xiang knew he had misspoken and glanced nervously at Fu Jinghen. Seeing that Fu Jinghen’s expression hadn’t changed, he let out a slight sigh of relief.

"Don’t you know all women are fickle? Who hasn’t been blind in their foolish younger years? My eyes have healed now. Is it so wrong to fall head over heels for my fiancé the moment I saw him at the engagement party?" Wen Qiao fired at Qin Xiang like a fighter jet, "And, are you braindead? If I liked him, would I drug him then dump him in a bathtub and just leave?"

"I....."

"I’m actually quite curious how a serious guy like my fiancé could be friends with someone like you, who is ignorant and timid."

"You......"

"Forget it, I don’t even want to know. After all, doesn’t everyone have a few questionable friends? Without you, we wouldn’t be able to see how brilliant and great my fiancé is, right, Qin Laoer?"

"???"

We’re just arguing, why are you making personal attacks? Can’t you handle it?

Qin—ignorant and timid—Laoer felt he needed to reclaim some dignity, unwilling to be belittled by a kid, he began to argue back, but as soon as he was about to stand up, he felt Fu Jinghen shift his gaze toward him.

He immediately leaned back against the elevator wall.

Wen Qiao noticed his movement and asked, puzzled, "Did a thorn grow on your butt?"

Qin Laoer: "......"

You have your powerful backing, so you’re awesome. I’m not going to stoop to your level.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and Wen Qiao glanced at the floor number, grabbed Fu Jinghen, and walked out, huffing loudly before leaving.

Qin Xiang immediately followed and complained, "Old Fu, did you hear that? Your fiancée is provoking me again."

Fu Jinghen glanced at their intertwined hands, the young girl’s hand soft and boneless in his hold.

"You just said ’my fiancé’. Do you think I’d side with you?"

Qin Xiang: "...."

Holy shit?

Impressive, huh?

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As soon as they entered the room, Wen Qiao hurried to the bedroom and dove into the soft, large bed, wrapping herself in blankets and sighing contentedly.

"The beds in the presidential suite really are different."

Fu Jinghen followed, laughing a bit as he watched her cocoon herself, "If you like it so much, why not get one yourself?"

"That wouldn’t be right," the cocoon struggled to sit up, explaining seriously, "The entire cast is staying on the fifth floor, including Director Zhang. If I stay in the penthouse by myself, it would stand out too much. No, no."

A strand of hair fell on her lips, tickling her. Wen Qiao pouted and blew the hair away, continuing, "Even the princess, Lin Ruochun, isn’t getting special treatment. I shouldn’t either. Plus, Director Zhang already doesn’t like me because I parachuted into the leading role. I don’t want to rub him the wrong way."