My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 202 - 200: You Think This is Inducing Labor?

Chapter 202: Chapter 200: You Think This is Inducing Labor?

Upon closer inspection, he noticed an extra person in the corner behind him.

Wen Qiao hugged her small bag and shrank into the corner, questioning her life choices.

Damn it.

There was definitely something wrong with Fu Jinghen’s persona.

How the hell could he appear to be a man with no dating history, zero love affairs, and supposedly clueless about everything?

He was way too skilled, okay!

Just now at the dinner table, both Fu Jinghen and Gu Yi had some drinks, but Wen Qiao wasn’t very clear on how much they actually had.

However, judging by Fu Jinghen’s behavior just now, she was more inclined to believe he had been drinking fake alcohol.

The car door beside her opened, and a familiar scent wafted in first; Wen Qiao leaned further into the corner and then placed her bag in the dead center of the back seat.

The Chu River Han Boundary was clearly defined.

Fu Jinghen glanced at the small, square bag in the middle of the seat; he wasn’t annoyed. After sitting down in the car and closing the door, he picked up the small bag to take a look.

Then he spoke in an indifferent tone, "Custom-made lambskin, to donate—"

Before he could finish, the bag was snatched from his hand.

"Sorry, I placed it in the wrong spot."

Wen Qiao hugged her bag tightly against her chest again, seething with silent rage.

Then, she felt a tight grip on her wrist; the man beside her had pulled her bag-holding hand away, playing with it in his own hand.

Whimper.

This man was too wicked.

It was bad enough he wanted to use her bag for charity, and now he wouldn’t even let go of her hand!

Villain!

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Due to Fu Jinghen’s unexpected transformation, Wen Qiao sat upright and silent throughout the entire car ride back.

Fu Jinghen pretended to nap, resting with his eyes closed against the seat.

As soon as the car stopped at the villa’s entrance, Wen Qiao quickly withdrew her hand, hugged her bag, opened the car door, and ran out.

The speed of her escape suggested someone was chasing after her.

Fu Jinghen opened his eyes at the same moment Wen Qiao pulled her hand away, feeling the emptiness in his palm. He reflexively grabbed at the air, then pinched the bridge of his nose before opening his side of the car door and stepping out.

Once Wen Qiao entered the house, she immediately headed into the bathroom, throwing rose petals into the bathtub and pouring in essential oils, as if she planned to soak indefinitely.

A knock sounded at the bathroom door, and every muscle in Wen Qiao’s body tensed. She asked, feigning calmness, "Is there something you need? I’m about to take a bath."

Just wait, for crying out loud!

Fu Jinghen’s unhurried voice responded from outside, "Nothing important, just wanted to ask if you remembered to bring sleepwear this time."

"I did—"

She didn’t bring jack squat.

In her haste to avoid another encounter with Fu Jinghen, she had rushed straight to the second-floor bedroom as soon as she entered the house, darting into the bathroom without grabbing anything.

Wen Qiao looked at her nude reflection and resignedly closed her eyes.

After about a minute, Fu Jinghen saw the bathroom door slowly crack open, and an arm reached out.

"Thank you, President Fu."

After Fu Jinghen returned from taking his bath in the adjacent guest room, the bathroom door was still firmly shut.

He paused, walked over to the bathroom door, and knocked, "Aren’t you done yet?"

Silence.

Fu Jinghen knocked on the glass door of the bathroom again, his voice carrying a slight urgency this time, "Wen Qiao, if you’re awake, make a sound."

"What!"

An impatient voice came from within, "Whatcha rushing me for? I’m just taking a bath, rush, rush, rush, think you’re delivering a baby?!"

Fu Jinghen: "..."