My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 203 - 201: I’m Very Willing to Support You

Chapter 203: Chapter 201: I’m Very Willing to Support You

He glanced at the time, "You’ve been soaking for over an hour now. If you soak any longer, you’ll start to plump up. Hurry up and get out."

"..."

No sound again.

Fu Jinghen frowned, "Wen Qiao."

"I know!"

After a short while, the sound of water came from inside, and only then did Fu Jinghen turn around to lie down on the bed.

A bit more time passed, the bathroom door opened, and Wen Qiao came out wearing a Mickey Mouse print pajama, pouting and reluctant.

Fu Jinghen was half lying on the bed, heard the noise and lifted his eyelids to look at her, then closed them again.

Why was he so unfazed?

Wen Qiao suddenly felt irritated, walked around to the other side of the bed, and fiercely pulled back the covers, covering Fu Jinghen’s face entirely.

"..."

As if she saw nothing, Wen Qiao sat down with a thump, then yanked the comforter over herself, leaving Fu Jinghen exposed.

"..."

Fu Jinghen opened his eyes, looked at Wen Qiao, who had wrapped herself into a cocoon, and said, "What temper are you throwing now?"

"Which eye of yours sees me throwing a temper!"

"Both of my eyes see it."

"..."

Actually, Wen Qiao wasn’t really throwing a temper. She just felt a bit awkward, but she didn’t quite know what was making her awkward.

The only thing she knew was that being in the same space as Fu Jinghen made her feel incredibly irritated.

Fu Jinghen tapped the comforter on top of her and commanded, "Get up."

Wen Qiao refused firmly, "I won’t!"

"One."

"..."

"Two."

"..."

With no backbone, Wen Qiao sat up in bed, her back to Fu Jinghen.

"Turn around."

As Wen Qiao was about to speak, she heard the man say, "Don’t make me say it a second time."

Damn it!

Don’t think you’re some great overbearing CEO!

Emotionally, Wen Qiao turned around, messing up the comforter on the bed in the process.

The white ceiling lamp in the bedroom was off, leaving only a warm yellow bedside lamp on.

The warm yellow light outlined the man’s facial features with warm lines, his hair slightly disheveled from being blow-dried. He was now sitting at the side of the bed, holding a hairdryer and beckoning her over.

Wen Qiao, as if bewitched, crawled over without even needing Fu Jinghen to say anything.

She obediently sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for Fu Jinghen to dry her hair.

The warm breeze was like Buddha whispering in her ear, and Wen Qiao comfortably narrowed her eyes.

The inexplicable awkwardness in her heart also began to dissipate mysteriously.

She openly looked at Fu Jinghen and, remembering Blanche’s comment about "pretty boys," suddenly said, "Fu Jinghen, maybe you should get a tan!"

Even Fu Jinghen, who had become accustomed to Wen Qiao’s whims, couldn’t keep up with her train of thought this time.

"What has upset you now?"

"It just feels like you’re too pale." Wen Qiao said, and poked his cheek with her index finger, "You’re almost as white as me."

"..."

Fu Jinghen’s eyes fell on her hair, and his movements were incredibly tender as he played with her hair, but what he said wasn’t so gentle, "If you want to compliment your own fairness, just say so."

"I really didn’t mean it this time!" Wen Qiao immediately raised her hand to swear her loyalty, "But it is true that my skin is fair."

"..."

Fu Jinghen couldn’t be bothered with her anymore.

After a while, Wen Qiao gave up on the idea, "Never mind, being pale is also pretty good. If one day you go bankrupt, I’d be willing to keep you, let you be my pretty boy."