My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 213 - 211: Overturn

Chapter 213: Chapter 211: Overturn

Feng Li was astounded inside, the Boss Lady had grown up, she actually refused President Fu’s hug.

Fu Jinghen led Wen Qiao to a corner, and when Wen Qiao saw the car parked there, her eyes lit up, "Is this new?"

"No." Fu Jinghen opened the car door, one hand on the roof to prevent Wen Qiao from bumping her head, "Qin Xiang bought it."

But Wen Qiao didn’t immediately get in; instead, she grabbed Fu Jinghen’s sleeve and demanded, "Then why is it here with you? When a weasel pays the hen a visit, it’s either for mischief or theft. Don’t get trapped by him."

Fu Jinghen patiently replied, "He asked me to do a favor; this is my payment."

As for being trapped...

Fu Jinghen remembered how Qin Xiang had pleaded with him to inquire about the day he visited the set and Lin Ruochun called Wen Qiao her lifesaver. Considering the image of him prying the new car from Qin Xiang’s hands, he felt like he was more of a weasel than Qin Xiang.

However, these thoughts, Fu Jinghen decided not to share with the young girl in front of him.

After all, it might impact his own image.

"Do you like it?" Fu Jinghen asked.

Wen Qiao nodded frantically, lovingly caressing the red body of the car, "Mhm, I like it."

"Then it’s yours."

Wen Qiao didn’t immediately grasp his words, "Huh?"

Fu Jinghen shoved her into the car, "It’s to calm you down."

Originally, when he had leveraged the car from Qin Xiang, Fu Jinghen didn’t plan to drive it himself. He remembered the video Qin Xiang showed him of Wen Qiao racing, so he decided to keep the car for Wen Qiao.

He just hadn’t found the right excuse to give it away.

Now, that was settled.

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Jiang Wei felt dizzy as the airbag deployed from the driver’s seat, her vision whirling.

Through the windshield, she saw a man and a woman leaving together, the man holding the woman tightly.

From beginning to end, he didn’t even glance back, not sparing her a single look.

She smiled bitterly in her heart.

In a daze, the suave man before her gradually turned into a boy in a white shirt. What remained unchanged was that all he left her was his back.

She always remembered the day Fu Jinghen moved next door. Sitting in her second-floor bedroom, with the air conditioner blowing cold air out, she impatiently looked at the papers spread across the table, her gaze unintentionally drifting out the window where she saw Fu Jinghen standing by the roadside, the boy dressed simply but neatly, standing upright.

The sun was intense that day, scorching the air, but he showed no sign of impatience, possessing a calmness and stability incongruent with his age.

Later, her parents frequently invited him over for meals. She would stealthily watch him from across the dining table, but never initiated a conversation.

Until the day she failed an exam and was being scolded by her father, which coincidentally, Fu Qiang and Fu Jinghen witnessed. The normally defiant Jiang Wei immediately felt a surge of intense shame, and tears streamed down her face.

Fortuitously, Fu Qiang suggested that Fu Jinghen could tutor her.

From then on, Jiang Wei looked forward to the study sessions every day after school.

They attended the same school, and from some day onwards, they walked to and from school together. The boy’s attitude was always lukewarm, treating her no differently than others.

But Jiang Wei stubbornly believed that in Fu Jinghen’s heart, she was different from everyone else; it was just his personality.