My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 183 - 182: The Self-Cultivation of a Female Star

Chapter 183: Chapter 182: The Self-Cultivation of a Female Star

But when he recalled the time he accidentally spilled Fu Qiang’s foundation, which resulted in her locking him on the balcony to be fed to the mosquitoes for three hours.

A nightmare surged in his heart, and Jinghen dismissed the idea of tossing out the pile of makeup.

Makeup to women was like their lives, untouchable and sacred.

After a while, in this silent standoff, Jinghen was the first to admit defeat.

He realized that Wen Qiao seemed genuinely unaware of his mood swings. President Fu, who had been performing a monologue for quite some time, finally caught her attention with a couple of coughs.

"What’s wrong?"

Jinghen’s gaze fell on her bright red lips, "With foundation and lipstick, how will you manage to eat? Aren’t you worried about poisoning yourself? There’ll be no one to call 120 for you."

At his words, Wen Qiao rolled her eyes dramatically, "Today’s focus is the ES endorsement. Eating is just for show, not the main event. If I wanted to eat, couldn’t I have done so at home?"

"It’s not like I didn’t see you yesterday."

Wen Qiao clicked her tongue, "What do you know? Yesterday was a special case. Today is my formal introduction as the ES spokesperson; of course, I have to dress up."

Jinghen: "....."

Fine.

You always have a reason.

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The temperature in the height of summer refused to fall, and by evening, humidity joined the heat, turning the air muggy. The setting sun stained half the sky red. The buzz of cicadas and the hustle of people briskly walking by captured the essence of the summer’s heat.

The black Bentley moved through the streets, the windows tightly shut, keeping the hot air out.

Jinghen and Wen Qiao each occupied a corner of the backseat. One lay back lazily against the seat, resting a hand against the window frame and forehead, while the other sat upright with a straight back and knees together, shoulders held in a prim and proper manner.

Today, Wen Qiao wore a thin, strappy red dress that showcased her exquisitely beautiful collarbones. She had picked up her hair on either side, securing it at the back of her head with a black bow, mixing a sense of liveliness with a hint of tenderness.

Jinghen tilted his head slightly to glance at her, not quite understanding why this little woman beside him had started to act so formal before they even reached the dinner venue.

"Don’t you get tired?"

"Not tired." Wen Qiao sat perfectly upright, even when scrolling through her phone she kept her neck straight in line with her back, eyelids lowered, refusing to lower her noble head.

"What’s the matter?" Jinghen asked. "Do you have a crown on your head?"

"What?"

Wen Qiao didn’t catch on at first to what he was implying. It took her a couple of seconds to register.

She lifted her chin arrogantly, giving off a vibe that she deemed it beneath her to converse with Jinghen, "You wouldn’t understand. It’s self-discipline for a female star to maintain good posture at all times, wherever they are."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a short chuckle came from beside her.

"A female star who wears SpongeBob pajamas?"

Wen Qiao immediately shot him a glaring look, trying to assert her aura over Jinghen.

"That just proves the generational gap between us."

Wen Qiao lightly tossed a strand of hair that had fallen to her chest to the back, her slightly curled locks lifting at her side. The tips brushed off Jinghen’s shoulder in a fleeting touch.

"Lin Ruochun even likes Pat Star; communication is seamless among us peers."

A faint smell of roses entered Jinghen’s nostrils just as a streetlight flashed by, casting light on Wen Qiao. Her slender, fair legs were crossed, with an anklet sparkling faintly on her ankle.

Wen Qiao was someone who knew how to dress herself, whether it was a sweet or mature look, she could pull both off very well while also retaining her own style.

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