My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 227 - 225: Deadly Peril

Chapter 227: Chapter 225: Deadly Peril

Wen Qiao hummed a laugh twice but didn’t speak further, and so the topic ended there.

The elevator reached the basement floor, and according to where Fu Jinghen had said he parked, Wen Qiao found the spot and opened the back door of the car, settling herself inside with a floomp.

Fu Jinghen was looking at the financial report from last month on his iPad. Hearing the noise, he didn’t even lift his head but gestured to a paper bag beside him.

Wen Qiao got the hint, peeked inside the paper bag, and casually asked, "What’s this?"

Feng Li in the front seat preemptively replied, "Crab roe xiaolongbao, President Fu went out of his way to buy them for you when he arrived."

Wen Qiao exclaimed in delight, "Ah," and took out the thermal container from the paper bag, opened the lid, and the aroma of the xiaolongbao instantly filled the air. "Why did you suddenly decide to buy these?"

Fu Jinghen tapped the screen of the iPad, where a red circle had just appeared around an error he had discovered, and responded nonchalantly, "Didn’t you say you wanted to eat them this morning?"

At his words, Wen Qiao paused with her chopsticks in hand, seemingly surprised that the man had taken her offhand remark to heart.

Her brief moment of surprise quickly faded, and she carefully bit a tiny piece from the edge of one xiaolongbao. The delicious taste of crab roe touched her taste buds, instantly arousing her cravings.

With a similarly nonchalant tone, she asked, "Fu Jinghen, if the woman you were engaged to was someone else, would you also treat her this well just because she is your fiancée?"

This question plunged the car’s interior into a brief silence.

Jiang Yao in the passenger seat moved her head slightly, seemingly wanting to turn and look at Wen Qiao, then realizing Fu Jinghen was also in the back and abruptly stopped herself.

Finally, her gaze collided with Feng Li’s, who had been driving focused but had been piqued by curiosity because of his boss lady’s question.

In that second their eyes met, both sensed a whiff of gossip in each other’s looks.

Then, the man’s deep, casual voice broke the silence, "Possibly."

Wen Qiao widened her eyes and let out a hand to smack Fu Jinghen’s thigh sharply, "Do you realize that such a straight man’s response could get you into deep trouble?"

The man clicked his tongue and deftly caught the small hand that hadn’t yet retreated from his thigh, rubbed it twice in his palm, and drawled, "Can’t even a meal keep your mouth and hands busy?"

Seeing the man practically glued his eyes to the iPad and not sparing her any attention, Wen Qiao got irritated and pinched his palm, "President Fu, pardon my frankness, but your attitude is problematic. It’s about time I asked that core question that strikes deep into the soul."

Seemingly troubled by her persistence, Fu Jinghen lifted his head from the iPad to look at Wen Qiao, who was glaring at him with the thermal container in hand, "I never indulge in such pointless hypotheticals."

"Just hypothetically consider it now."

As the sun set, the evening sky was stained red, dimming the light inside the car. Yet Wen Qiao’s eyes were bright, shimmering with a determination she might not have even recognized in herself.

Seeing this, Fu Jinghen grew more serious than before, pondering the question Wen Qiao had just posed to him, even though he didn’t understand why she was so fixed on this question and its answer.