My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 189 - 187: It might be because you are too beautiful

Chapter 189: Chapter 187: It might be because you are too beautiful

While feeling touched, there was also an indescribable emotion interwoven in Wen Qiao’s heart, jostling messily within.

The man beside her was scalding the cup with hot water, and Wen Qiao quietly observed his hands—clearly defined joints, slender fingers, quite aesthetically pleasing.

In the next second, that hand slowly moved toward her, and then a cup of water was placed in front of her.

After completing a series of actions, Fu Jinghen went to scald a cup for himself.

Wen Qiao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, yet didn’t know where to start.

A while later, Wen Qiao turned to her side, and just as she was about to say something, someone knocked on the private room’s door.

Fu Jinghen said, "Come in," and then the door opened, with Xiao Xiang Pavilion’s waitress at the forefront.

The waitress stood to the side, leaning against the door, making way for the people behind her.

Shortly after, a man and a woman walked in.

"Fu, sorry we’re late."

"It’s fine, we’ve just arrived too."

"President Gu, hello," Wen Qiao extended her hand to Gu Yi, "I’m sorry about yesterday."

"It’s fine, it was a trivial matter."

Wen Qiao smiled faintly, with her gaze landing on Blanche. After receiving an unfriendly look from the other, Wen Qiao withdrew her hand, not bothering to greet her further.

What’s with her?

It’s not like I’m beneath her.

Showing off that sour face to whom?

Wen Qiao sat back in her chair and whispered to the Fu Jinghen beside her, "Tell me, if the misunderstanding from yesterday was already cleared up, why is she still glaring at me?"

Hearing this, Fu Jinghen picked up the cup from the table and took a sip, then glanced unobtrusively at Blanche across from him, indeed seeing Blanche looking back at his little fiancée with spiteful eyes.

The animosity between women always seemed bafflingly unexpected, and Fu Jinghen didn’t take it too seriously. He put the cup down and reassured in a low voice, "Maybe she thinks you’re too beautiful."

?!

Wen Qiao’s eyes slightly widened, her gaze shifting to Fu Jinghen with a touch of alarm.

"What’s the matter?" asked Fu Jinghen, puzzled.

"Are you still Fu Jinghen? Haven’t you been possessed by something unclean?"

Fu Jinghen: "..."

"Don’t you like it when I compliment you?" he asked.

"It’s not that..." Wen Qiao was still in shock, "It just... feels a bit unbelievable."

Sitting upright, Fu Jinghen said without looking away, "So, should I stop complimenting you in the future?"

"No, no! Keep the compliments coming."

A feeling known as embarrassment belatedly washed over her, and Wen Qiao couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth.

Blanche, seeing how harmoniously Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao got along, even with a touch of ambiguity, suddenly felt Fu Jinghen wasn’t handsome at all.

Actually, Gu Yi hadn’t planned on bringing Blanche to today’s meal, but somehow she got wind of it and insisted on coming along.

Gu Yi, worn out by her persistence, let her have her way.

But he had other important matters this afternoon, so Blanche came over by herself in advance.

Blanche had arrived just a little after Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao, and seeing the two, she hadn’t come forward to greet them. Partly because they weren’t close, and partly because, the thought of Wen Qiao and Gu Yi dining the night before in a romantic restaurant—even though there had been another person present—made her feel uncomfortable.

She had not wanted to follow them, but upon seeing Fu Jinghen’s hand protectively around Wen Qiao, she had a bad feeling.

Perhaps it was a woman’s natural sensitivity to the feelings between men and women, but Blanche immediately sensed something was off and stealthily followed them.

It didn’t take long for her to see the two of them talking, then suddenly Fu Jinghen pushed Wen Qiao against the wall, the two of them pressing close together, leaving virtually no space in between.