My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 150 - 149: Protective of One’s Own

Chapter 150: Chapter 149: Protective of One’s Own

Wen Qiao rolled her eyes so hard upon hearing this that she almost couldn’t roll them back, her body twisting as she was about to confront her, but a large hand on her shoulder restrained her.

She looked up, puzzled, only to see the man’s determined chin.

Fu Jinghen glanced at Li Qing and actually recognized who she was. Although his tone didn’t change much when he spoke next and his facial expression remained normal, his eyes gradually grew colder, "Miss Li jests, the things my wife, Fu Jinghen, uses are naturally not inferior."

His hand rested on Wen Qiao’s shoulder, his index finger lazily twirling her hair, forming a protective stance.

The implication was, "The things Fu Jinghen’s woman uses are expensive, it’s not that we’re asking for too much, you just can’t afford the compensation."

Jiang Wei’s face turned completely pale when she heard the words "my wife, Fu Jinghen." She almost deformed her handbag by clutching it so tightly.

Li Qing didn’t expect Fu Jinghen to be so protective of Wen Qiao, instantly regretting her impulsive behavior. She glanced at Jiang Wei and could tell that her expression was indeed ugly.

Yet Fu Jinghen acted as though he hadn’t noticed and nodded slightly at Jiang Wei, "We’ll be leaving now and will visit Uncle Jiang another day."

As he turned around, Fu Jinghen thought of something else and said, "Wen Qiao is still young, if she causes any trouble on set or does anything wrong, I will discipline her at home, so don’t trouble yourselves."

After saying this, the hand around Wen Qiao’s shoulder tightened slightly, leading her away.

Jiang Wei watched their retreating figures, her jealousy no longer concealable.

If Jiang Wei could initially maintain a calm facade upon hearing "my wife, Fu Jinghen," Fu Jinghen’s last statement undeniably shattered her composure.

The statement, while seeming polite at first, was extremely protective.

He would discipline his own wife, Fu Jinghen, but no one else could.

Not even a single word.

"Wen Qiao."

She gritted out the words between clenched teeth, her facial expression distorting slightly from the effort.

She would pull Wen Qiao down herself someday.

Li Qing looked at her worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Jiang Wei closed her eyes, suppressing the sourness in her heart, and when she opened them again, she had returned to normal. She turned her head and asked, "Have you found out? Where is Gu Yi’s fiancée?"

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It wasn’t until they had left the airport and gotten into the car that Wen Qiao’s eyes were still unable to move away from Fu Jinghen.

The young girl’s gaze was too overt, and it was the first time Fu Jinghen felt somewhat helpless being stared at so intensely. He asked with a hint of helplessness, "How much longer are you going to look?"

"Oh, no rush." Wen Qiao propped her chin on her hands, her eyes twinkling, "You’re my legitimate fiancé and so handsome too — why shouldn’t I look at you for a lifetime?"

"Not at all." Fu Jinghen reached out, manually straightening Wen Qiao’s head, "We’ll look more at home."

"I don’t want to." Wen Qiao pouted, twisting her head back, "Why can’t I look now?"

"Because there are two other living human beings in this car, thank you for your consideration."

Suddenly, a serious voice came from the front passenger seat.

Wen Qiao straightened up, clinging to the back of the passenger seat, looked at Jiang Yao sitting there and then at the driver, Feng Li, "Sister Yao? What are you doing here?"