My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 181 - 180: What’s the Difference?

Chapter 181: Chapter 180: What’s the Difference?

Fu Jinghen chuckled, "Moreover, am I not promoting a new face here?"

"...."

Wen Qiao’s desire to hit him vanished instantly as she coughed to maintain her composure, "Just to clarify, I am not Jiang Wei’s stand-in."

"No one thinks you are."

Wen Qiao humphed twice, "Better not."

Her frustration finally dissipated, Wen Qiao shook her wrist, and consequently, Fu Jinghen’s arm also shook, "President Fu, let me go, I need to take a bath."

There was a hint of coquetry in her voice.

Fu Jinghen let go of her wrist as she had asked, his heart simultaneously releasing a quiet sigh of relief.

Watching the young girl bounce off to the bathroom, Fu Jinghen reminded her, "Be careful."

"I know, I know, you’re such a nag."

Fu Jinghen: "...."

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Considering yesterday’s incident, Wen Qiao swore to present her most impeccable self at today’s formal dinner.

So after lunch, Wen Qiao spent the entire afternoon stationed at her vanity table.

Fu Jinghen was next door in the study and would stroll out every so often, either to pour a glass of water or to water the plants—anyway, he’d always pass by the bedroom door.

The vanity table was something Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao had picked up at the mall and had delivered home after Wen Qiao moved in, positioned right across the doorway.

When Fu Jinghen first wandered out from the study, Wen Qiao was tilting her head, holding her eye area with one hand and wielding an eyebrow razor with the other, ready to groom her eyebrows.

By the time he returned from downstairs with a glass of water, Wen Qiao had moved on to the next task—

drawing her eyebrows.

Fu Jinghen couldn’t understand why women always liked to do such redundant things; his sister was like this, and now Wen Qiao was too.

If you’re going to draw on eyebrows, why shave them off in the first place?

But he didn’t ask, lest he come across as an idiot.

After another twenty minutes, Fu Jinghen thought Wen Qiao might be nearly done and stepped out of his study, only to see Wen Qiao staring blankly at two lipsticks.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Fu Jinghen’s voice seemed like a lifeline to Wen Qiao, who held up the two lipsticks for him and asked, "Which color looks better?"

Glancing at the two identical red tubes, Fu Jinghen counter-asked, "These two, what’s the difference?"

"Of course there’s a difference!" Wen Qiao put down one of the lipsticks, twisted open the other, and swiped it twice on the back of her hand. Then she took the other one and did the same, explaining to Fu Jinghen one by one, "This one is a rotten tomato color, it’s versatile, brightens the complexion and doesn’t overshadow, but it’s still eye-catching."

"This one is a pumpkin color, a bit more towards orange, also brightening. It gives the makeup look a more ’magazine-esque’ vibe."

To Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao’s brief comments might as well have been written in an ancient scripture.

He really couldn’t see any difference between the two colors, and he even began to doubt whether he was a bit colorblind.

But seeing Wen Qiao looking at him expectantly, he didn’t want to let on and randomly picked one, "This one, I guess."

Seeing Fu Jinghen choose the rotten tomato color, Wen Qiao hesitated, "Ah, but I think this pumpkin color is pretty too."

Fu Jinghen changed his recommendation, "Then go with the pumpkin color."

"But I also think the rotten tomato color looks good."

"Then the rotten tomato color it is."

Back and forth, Wen Qiao still couldn’t decide, and she looked up at Fu Jinghen somewhat irritably, "Why don’t you have any opinion of your own? Whatever I say goes. A person should have firm convictions!"