My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 247 - 245: Courting Favor

Chapter 247: Chapter 245: Courting Favor

Wen Qiao affectionately patted Lin Ruochun’s head with an especially gentle tone, "Don’t worry about it, no need to waste money on insignificant people."

"Don’t touch my head!" Lin Ruochun vehemently swatted Wen Qiao’s hand away, "Every time you pat my head, I feel like you’re treating me like a dog."

"Your feeling is wrong."

Wen Qiao, without any explanation, placed her hand back on Lin Ruochun’s head.

Lin Ruochun watched her reflection in the elevator doors, looking totally at the mercy of someone else...

And then there was Wen Qiao, who had just been denying it, but her face clearly broadcasted, "Surprisingly, your feelings are quite sharp, you’re not wrong, I do indeed see you like a little dog."

Forget it.

Struggling was pointless.

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As soon as they arrived on set, Song Qian, who was sitting under Lin Ruochun’s tent, noticed the two of them right away.

"You two have such perfect timing. Our crew just started handing out perks, and I was thinking about whether to bring them over to you."

Lin Ruochun asked, "What perks?"

Song Qian replied with a smile, "Does afternoon tea from Qifang Fragrance count as a perk?"

Qifang Fragrance is a renowned feature of Hang City, visible in every corner, but nowhere to be seen outside the city; it’s a local chain of dessert stores that doesn’t accept any delivery orders. On holidays, it’s packed with customers, and yet now they were providing delivery services to their set, which was indeed surprising.

Wen Qiao exclaimed in surprise, "Did our crew strike it rich?"

"It’s more like the God of Wealth has visited our crew." Song Qian then mysteriously brought out the portion that belonged to the two of them and handed it over, "Here, I saved this especially for you two."

Wen Qiao and Lin Ruochun accepted it, and Lin Ruochun was the first to open the packaging. Inside the brown paper box were all sorts of colorful desserts, a sight that immediately cheered you up.

At that moment, someone had to spoil the mood with a "Tsk, tsk, tsk, think about how many pounds you’ll gain from one bite."

Lin Ruochun, who had just reached for a custard tart, froze mid-motion, looking at Wen Qiao with mournful eyes, "Will you die if you don’t speak?"

"I’m just giving you a friendly reminder." Wen Qiao smoothed down Lin Ruochun’s ruffled hair and then turned to Song Qian, "You haven’t told us, who is this God of Wealth?"

"It’s President Fu, who else could it be?"

"...."

Wen Qiao looked at the colorful desserts in her hand and suddenly felt her mood wasn’t that perfect after all.

What’s going on?

The nephew ordered a luxurious lunch to impress his sweetheart at noon, and in the afternoon, the uncle went to the trouble of ordering afternoon tea to compete for favor; it really was quite the spectacle.

Did they really think they were in a romance drama?

If she weren’t the fiancée of one of these two gentlemen, watching this sort of splurge for a woman’s smile would probably have her clapping her hands in delight.

Should she remind Fu Jinghen that their engagement hadn’t been called off yet?

Don’t be so eager to court other women.

Wen Qiao stuffed her box of desserts into Lin Ruochun’s hands, "Here, take them all."

Lin Ruochun, puzzled, made a sound, "Are you trying to fatten me to death?"

"Yeah, I’m also trying to stuff you to death."

Lin Ruochun saw Wen Qiao looking at the two boxes of desserts in her arms with a strange gleam in her eyes, as if she wanted to stare holes in them.

What on earth?

She glanced at Song Qian and saw that he was engrossed in playing video games, so she placed the desserts on the table, edged closer to Wen Qiao with tiny steps, and whispered, "What’s wrong? Had a fight with Brother Jinghen?"