My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 237 - 235: You Really Know How to Feel

Chapter 237: Chapter 235: You Really Know How to Feel

Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow, and his gaze toward Cheng Jue became more meaningful.

He slowly stood up, filled Cheng Jue’s glass with wine, and pushed it over, "Have a drink to moisten your throat."

Cheng Jue’s previously tense body relaxed, he picked up the glass and took a big gulp, then heard Fu Jinghen ask with interest, "And then?"

Qin Xiang quickly took over, "Then the girl chewed him out, called him a bumpkin, said even primary schoolers are smoother at hitting on girls than him, rejected him clean and clear."

It was one thing for Cheng Jue to share this with Qin Xiang privately, but now that Qin Xiang was airing it out in front of so many people, he felt somewhat embarrassed and retorted loudly, "Qin Laoer, if your mouth can’t say anything nice, donate it to someone in need."

Then he explained to Fu Jinghen, "Brother Fu, don’t listen to his nonsense. I think the girl was just shy, but I won’t lie, she really had quite the personality. Next time I see her, I’ll definitely get her contact information."

Fu Jinghen laughed ambiguously, "You sure seem confident."

Cheng Jue, completely oblivious to anything amiss in Fu Jinghen’s demeanor, continued proudly, "It’s nothing, I just have a knack for guessing women’s thoughts."

"Talking so much, aren’t you thirsty?" Fu Jinghen tapped his glass, "Moisten your throat."

Cheng Jue took it as a sign of Fu Jinghen’s concern, so he picked up the glass and finished the remaining half.

Fu Jinghen filled his glass again.

When these people gathered, they didn’t discuss business, just casually shooting the breeze. Later, some found drinking plain boring, so they suggested a dice game.

Usually, Fu Jinghen was too lazy to participate in such segments, but today, for some reason, he was in the mood.

After a couple of rounds, Fu Jinghen always had the highest points, and Cheng Jue always had the lowest. Although today’s gathering was supposed to be a welcome party for Cheng Jue, his luck worsened with each round.

With Fu Jinghen finding ways to ply him with alcohol, by the end of the party, Cheng Jue was passed out on the couch.

After everyone else left, only Cheng Jue, Qin Xiang, and Fu Jinghen remained in the private room.

Qin Xiang and Fu Jinghen had also been drinking and were now slouching on the couch, not sitting straight.

Qin Xiang gave Cheng Jue’s foot a nudge, and seeing no response, looked at Fu Jinghen, "Why were you constantly pouring drinks for this kid today?"

"Was I?"

Fu Jinghen had been drinking and his eyes were not as clear as usual, his tie had been removed and tossed aside, the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a snippet of collarbone, his chest rising and falling with his breath.

"Didn’t you?" Qin Xiang retorted.

Fu Jinghen said indifferently, "Isn’t today his welcome party?"

The implication was, I’m here to welcome him, so if I don’t give him drinks, who should I give them to?

Qin Xiang didn’t think much about it, "That’s also true."

Fu Jinghen glanced at the deeply sleeping Cheng Jue and snorted in his heart.

Little brat, no respect for elders, daring to provoke everyone.

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By the time Wen Qiao got off the airplane, collected the luggage, and arrived at the hotel, it was already past eleven at night.

Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao tidied up briefly, took a bath, and went to bed.

After a tiring day, when the alarm sounded the next morning, Wen Qiao, who had a hard time waking up, rolled around in bed with the covers for quite some time before Jiang Yao yanked her up by the ear.

Brushing teeth and washing face, she donned two pieces of clothing and yawningly opened the door to walk out.