My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 217 - 215: An Old Age, Not Amiable at All

Chapter 217: Chapter 215: An Old Age, Not Amiable at All

Qiaoqiao’s not full: What’s up, why are you suddenly giving me the cold shoulder? Is Qin Laoer your emotional switch or something?

Ah Chun: ......So it really was him, huh? I thought his secretary was just pulling my leg.

Ah Chun: So, should I send him a message or what do you think?

Qiaoqiao’s not full: No, seriously, is that the main point here? Several hours have passed since I narrowly escaped death, and here you are sending belated greetings, but within no time, you’ve steered the conversation towards some guy. Is there anyone more heartless than you?

Wen Qiao’s fingers were agilely tapping on the phone screen, her emotions intensifying with each character typed.

Fu Jinghen noticed Wen Qiao, who had been relaxing and enjoying her blow-dry, slowly straightening up, and then she "whooshed" up from the bed. After that, her head bumped into the hair dryer he was holding. And then, he saw the restless woman who couldn’t even sit still while getting her hair done get bounced back and even let out an animal-like "ao" cry.

"...."

Fu Jinghen turned off the hair dryer, looking down at Wen Qiao holding her forehead: "Can you keep still for once? Can’t even sit peacefully while getting your hair done."

"I forgot, okay?" Wen Qiao rubbed her forehead and involuntarily pouted at Fu Jinghen: "Why so fierce?"

"....."

He really should have her witness him scolding Feng Li next time, so she could understand what being fierce really meant.

But looking at Wen Qiao pouting at him, he sighed softly: "Talk if you’re going to talk. You’re grown up, stop acting cute."

Wen Qiao retorted: "You’re not getting any younger either, so why aren’t you a bit nicer?"

"...."

Fu Jinghen decided not to argue with this woman who seemed to have the mental age of a fresh kindergarten graduate, replacing her hand on her forehead: "Does it hurt?"

Caught off guard by the knock, she was just a bit startled and had rubbed her forehead subconsciously; in truth, it didn’t hurt at all.

But hearing Fu Jinghen ask, the words "It doesn’t hurt" were about to spill from her mouth when Wen Qiao suddenly swallowed them back, instead she said: "It hurts, hurts like hell. I need President Fu to blow on it, kiss it for it to get better."

"....."

She felt the hand on her head pause for a moment, then the humming sound of the hair dryer started up again by her ear.

Fine then.

She got her answer from Fu Jinghen.

Old men really can’t resist a tease.

She looked back at her phone, and all Lin Ruochun had sent was the two characters for "bye," then she was gone.

....

Such a cad, prioritizing romance over friendship.

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In fact, even without the drama that unfolded today, she couldn’t have reprised the role of "Princess Xuanjia" after Huasong and Jiang Wei’s contract termination.

Since Wen Qiao’s arrival, everything Lin Ruochun had tirelessly sought seemed so easily attainable for Wen Qiao, and in her view, it was all thanks to Fu Jinghen.

Watching them hand in hand, sweetly emerging from the elevator, her jealousy peaked in an instant.

She sat in her car, like a voyeur lurking in the shadows, watching Fu Jinghen open the car door for Wen Qiao, watching Wen Qiao sit in the passenger seat, then seeing her dart back towards the elevator, while Fu Jinghen’s gaze never left her for a second.

When Wen Qiao reemerged from the elevator, she suddenly remembered everything Zhang Cheng did to her at the club the day before, how her wretched state was fully witnessed by Wen Qiao.

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