My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 154 - 153: Grasping the Wrong Direction

Chapter 154: Chapter 153: Grasping the Wrong Direction

Acting spoiled with you is one thing, but for you to announce it so publicly in front of all these people, don’t I have a face to save?

"Clang"—a noise came from the front passenger seat, and Wen Qiao’s eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Without looking, it must have been Jiang Yao, that naive little bumpkin, getting shaken up by it.

And it wasn’t just Jiang Yao, that one little bumpkin, who got shaken up.

The car had slowed down for the red light at the crossroads ahead, and Feng Li, wanting to look back but fearing being silenced, struggled to turn his head. His inquisitive gaze met Jiang Yao’s halfway.

Subsequently, they both saw a bit of commiseration in each other’s eyes.

How wonderful, so thrilling, so full to burst.

"About the incident with Lin Ruochun falling into the water—" Fu Jinghen, looking down, rubbed Wen Qiao’s leg, tossing out a topic to draw her attention back.

"What about it? Did you find anything?" Wen Qiao immediately asked.

Jiang Yao in the front passenger seat turned her head around as well.

"We haven’t found out everything. The camera on your tent was obstructed, but one of the cameramen captured footage of Jiang Wei leaving your tent during a behind-the-scenes shoot."

"I see..." Wen Qiao slumped her shoulders, somewhat dejected, "I thought we could find some solid evidence, and then I would just throw the video in Jiang Wei’s face, making her too ashamed to stay in the crew!"

Fu Jinghen looked up at the girl in his arms, embodying the spirit of punishing evil with a righteous aura.

"What do you plan to do now?" he asked.

"What else can I do? I can only let her off the hook for now. Even if we captured her leaving my place, there’s no footage of her touching my phone," Wen Qiao said, fiddling with Fu Jinghen’s collar, "With Jiang Wei’s status and mine, without solid evidence, no one will believe me even if I say it out loud. And God forbid people start accusing me of trying to frame her."

"Mhm."

Seeing Fu Jinghen’s lukewarm response, Wen Qiao extended her finger and poked his chin, "I just didn’t expect that President Fu, of all people, would have times when he can’t find out everything. Seems like not so capable, eh?"

Feng Li, driving up front, couldn’t help wanting to defend his boss, "Boss—"

He only managed to say one word before the rest of his sentence was choked back by the look Fu Jinghen sent him from the rearview mirror.

Though Feng Li didn’t understand why President Fu didn’t want the Boss Lady to know about the things he’d done, he obediently shut his mouth.

After all, it was still Fu Jinghen who was paying his salary. He would just do as the boss says.

Seeing Feng Li shut up, Fu Jinghen’s gaze finally settled on Wen Qiao’s plump head, "If I’m not capable, why are you still asking for my help? Why don’t you investigate it yourself?"

Wen Qiao, with an air of righteousness despite knowing she was wrong, retorted, "It’s precisely because I’m incapable, that’s why I put my hopes on you, and look what happened! Hmph!"

As she spoke, Wen Qiao’s fingers once again mischievously poked out, but this time the direction was off and slightly askew, poking Fu Jinghen on the Adam’s apple.

Fu Jinghen hissed in response, but before he could say anything, the little woman in his arms had already quieted down.

"I’m sorry, I got the direction wrong with my finger, I was aiming for your chin."

Fu Jinghen: "..."

You’ve got the direction of your apology wrong, too.