My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 163 - 162: You Think I’m Old?

Chapter 163: Chapter 162: You Think I’m Old?

He lifted Wen Qiao again, one arm around her waist and one hand under her bottom, carrying her steadily toward the bathroom.

While Wen Qiao was washing her face, Fu Jinghen stood behind her, watching her without leaving. After she finished, he slowly asked, "Are you busy tomorrow night?"

"Not at all." Wen Qiao, with her eyes closed, reached blindly to the side for a towel. After fumbling for a while without grabbing it, she swung her hand behind her back and said, "President Fu, could you hand me the towel?"

Some droplets of water from Wen Qiao’s hand splashed onto Fu Jinghen’s face, with one drop landing on his eyelashes. He frowned subconsciously as he grabbed the towel from the rack and handed it to her.

After Wen Qiao dried her face and opened her eyes, she saw Fu Jinghen frowning at her, looking somewhat puzzled.

Am I bothering you by just washing my face?

She muttered quietly, "Moody old man..."

Fu Jinghen didn’t catch what she said and asked, "What did you say?"

Wen Qiao quickly shook her head, "Nothing."

She then swiftly changed the topic, handing over the towel and turning around to apply her skincare products, "What did you ask me about tomorrow night for?"

Wen Qiao’s movement was very natural, and by the time Fu Jinghen realized it, he had already rehung the towel on the rack.

He gazed at the towel, all pink and decorated with a little kitten pattern, somewhat at a loss for words.

How did this girl get me to obey her so smoothly?

Wen Qiao, finding her hair down too troublesome, casually tied it into a bun. Her skull was also very pretty, round, with a high crown, which made any hairstyle suit her well.

The bun plumped on top of her head, and paired with her Mickey Mouse-patterned loose nightgown, portraying her as a high school student of seventeen or eighteen was believable.

Fu Jinghen suddenly recalled what Qin Xiang had said at the Yingcheng Hotel bar, "It’s like you’ve got yourself a daughter", looking at Wen Qiao’s attire now.

And he remembered how she had called him an "old man" yesterday.

He’d never cared about his age before, but at this moment, staring at the bun on her head, he felt a trace of world-weariness.

Fu Jinghen rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache and said to Wen Qiao, who was applying products in front of the mirror, "Wen Qiao, how old are you?"

"Hmm?"

Wen Qiao turned around, puzzled, wondering why he suddenly asked about her age.

Then she noticed that Fu Jinghen’s gaze was on her, and following his gaze, she saw the giant Mickey Mouse head printed on her chest.

"....."

Alright.

She understood what Fu Jinghen meant.

Wen Qiao huffed lightly, turning back to face the mirror as she continued to apply products, "What do you know? This is called youthful innocence."

After a pause, she added, "Actually, it’s normal for you not to understand, they say a generation gap occurs every three years; we’re six years apart, that makes it two insurmountable chasms."

Fu Jinghen lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling on the mirror in front of him, and slowly said, "Are you calling me old?"

Wen Qiao’s hand, which had been moving in circles on her face, paused, and her eyes glanced sideways to meet Fu Jinghen’s, the next second her eyes curved into a smile, "I never said that, those are your words, President Fu."

Fu Jinghen, who had been leaning against the bathroom door, languidly straightened up, casting a fleeting glance at Wen Qiao and dropping a line, "Since there’s a generation gap between us, I think we might reconsider the endorsement for ES, given our different opinions."