My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 119 - 118: Pretending to be Drunk

Chapter 119: Chapter 118: Pretending to be Drunk

Fu Jinghen arrived at the pub and immediately spotted the two people at the bar.

He merely glanced their way before heading to the booth where Qin Xiang sat.

"What took you so long?"

Fu Jinghen sat down opposite Qin Xiang, "Had to deal with some work."

Qin Xiang clicked his tongue, "I overestimated Wen Qiao’s importance to you. It turns out she’s not as important as your work."

Fu Jinghen looked up at him but said nothing.

The booth was close enough to the bar to catch bits of Wen Qiao’s voice.

"Get up, stop playing dead, you’ve still got two drinks left."

Qin Xiang straightened up and tattled to Fu Jinghen, "Look, that’s your little fiancée’s true colors!"

He remembered Wen Qiao’s behavior before Fu Jinghen’s arrival and couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, "Man, your sister is really heartless, setting you up with such a young fiancée. With that much energy, it’s like she got you a daughter, not afraid that you won’t be able to handle it."

"I have nothing I can’t handle, if you can’t, don’t assume I can’t either."

?

Qin Xiang felt like Fu Jinghen was implying something about him.

"Who are you saying can’t handle it?"

Fu Jinghen gave him a lazy glance, the implication all too evident.

"No, bro, I genuinely feel for you. Why are you attacking me personally?"

"How much is your sympathy worth?"

Qin Xiang: "......"

Forget it.

Let’s just fall out.

Fu Jinghen looked towards the bar and then spoke, "Is that Old Zhou’s grandson?"

"Yes."

Fu Jinghen suddenly smiled cryptically, "Later, make sure he gets sent home."

He paused, then added, "Make sure to send him to Old Zhou."

With that, he got up and walked toward the bar.

Qin Xiang: "?"

Was Fu Jinghen really that understanding?

His fiancée had been out at the bar playing with another man all night, and he’s still so considerate to send the guy home?

Wen Qiao looked at Zhou Ruixian sprawled on the table, already out cold, feeling somewhat helpless.

Did he come on his own or what?

Isn’t there anyone to pick him up?

Just then, a familiar deep male voice came from behind.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Wen Qiao swiftly turned her head, and the moment she saw Fu Jinghen, she flopped down into his arms, muttering, "I drank too much, Fu Jinghen."

The way she drawled out the name ’Fu Jinghen’ was so soft and whiny, it was ticklish to the heart.

Fu Jinghen’s hands loosely supported Wen Qiao’s waist to hold her steady, "Where’s your mask?"

Wen Qiao pointed to her pocket with a coy voice, "It’s in my pocket."

Fu Jinghen fished out the black mask from her SpongeBob pajamas and put it on her, then put on the hood of her robe as well, looking down at her, "Can you walk by yourself?"

Wen Qiao, upon hearing that, slumped even more, "Seems like I can’t."

Fu Jinghen stepped back, and Wen Qiao, leaning on his support, also fell forward from the momentum, her feet instantaneously hitting the floor, stumbling a couple of steps before stabilizing.

"I think you can walk by yourself."

"No," Wen Qiao seriously refused, "Just now, I accidentally hurt my foot, so I can’t walk by myself."

"So?" Fu Jinghen looked at her, "What are you planning to do?"

"I want you to carry me."

As she spoke, Wen Qiao opened her arms wide, asking for a hug from Fu Jinghen, even attempting to throw herself at him.

Fu Jinghen put out a finger against her forehead, keeping her at a distance, "Stop pretending."