My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 121 - 120: Already Slept Together

Chapter 121: Chapter 120: Already Slept Together

Upon leaving the tavern, they were greeted by a burst of brightness, and everything in sight became clear and distinct.

Fu Jinghen withdrew his gaze from Wen Qiao’s face and walked steadily forward, carrying her, "If your face were a little redder, I might have believed your tall tale."

"....."

Wen Qiao fell silent for a moment and then from his words, she inferred another meaning, "Then if you don’t believe what I’m saying, why are you still carrying me?"

The young girl’s eyes captured the light from the crystal chandelier above, sparkling even more brilliantly.

"Shall I put you down now?" Fu Jinghen made as if to loosen his grip.

"I know why you’re carrying me now!" Wen Qiao immediately tightened the arm hooking around Fu Jinghen’s neck, her voice rising in pitch.

Fu Jinghen looked at her, raising his eyebrows in response.

"Because you’re kind-hearted, broad-minded, tolerant, amiable, benevolent, and responsible."

"..."

Fu Jinghen: "Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Just as the atmosphere between them was about to sink into an oddly quiet lull, Fu Jinghen suddenly commented, "Quite rhythmic."

"....." Wen Qiao was taken aback, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Wen Qiao: "......"

She suddenly felt a bit tired.

But couldn’t quite pin down exactly where the tiredness was coming from.

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The two returned to their room, and Fu Jinghen, cradling Wen Qiao, strode straight toward the bedroom.

Wen Qiao kicked her legs: "To the bathroom, to the bathroom, I need to take a bath."

It wasn’t noticeable in the tavern just now, but after coming out, Wen Qiao felt her body had acquired a bit of the smell of smoke and alcohol.

Not pleasant at all.

Fu Jinghen, carrying her, changed direction toward the bathroom.

After Wen Qiao’s feet touched the ground, she took off the SpongeBob bathrobe she was wearing and was about to close the door when she realized that Fu Jinghen was still standing at the bathroom doorway, not having left.

"Do you have something else to do?"

"Weren’t you just too drunk to walk?" Fu Jinghen looked at her indifferently, "Now you can bathe by yourself?"

Wen Qiao understood what he was getting at, cocked her head, and provocatively whispered, "So, President Fu is going to help me bathe?"

"It’s not out of the question."

Saying so, Fu Jinghen lifted his leg, intending to come in.

!

"But I think bathing is a small matter and doesn’t require troubling President Fu!" Wen Qiao suddenly bounced three feet high, her eyes, which were still a bit confused, instantly became clear, and she swiftly pushed Fu Jing out with both hands.

"We’ve already slept together—" Fu Jinghen didn’t resist, allowing her to push him out as he dragged out his words, "What’s there to fear in taking a bath?"

"Who’s afraid!" Wen Qiao hissed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "I just think that President Fu, you’ve been busy all day, and I wanted you to rest earlier."

Before the door closed, Wen Qiao, in an attempt to cover her tracks, added, "If I need anything, I’ll call you."

Her blushing cheek flashed past the door crack and with a "click," the bathroom door was locked.

Fu Jinghen watched the firmly shut glass door and chuckled softly.

So the missy still knows what modesty is.

When she’s being provocative, she puffs up like a little bantam rooster, but the moment she’s teased, all her feathers droop.

After some thought, Fu Jinghen still approached and knocked on the bathroom glass door, "Watch your step, don’t slip."

Wen Qiao’s voice, tinged with embarrassed anger, came from the bathroom, "I know! Go and rest!"

Fu Jinghen stopped teasing her and turned away.

Only after listening to the footsteps outside fade away did Wen Qiao begin to confidently undress.

What’s going on, anyway?