My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 259 - 257: Adding Scenes at the Riverside Barbecue Stall

Chapter 259: Chapter 257: Adding Scenes at the Riverside Barbecue Stall

By the end, Lin Ruochun had just opened her throat and burst into tears.

Wen Qiao was caught off guard by this sudden occurrence, so she tried to explain, "No, I’m not saying I don’t like—"

"Wah—"

Wen Qiao: "....."

If time could be rewound, she definitely wouldn’t let Lin Ruochun touch even a drop of alcohol.

Wen Qiao wasn’t good at comforting people. All she could do was silently wait for Lin Ruochun to stop crying and shut up, then hand her a tissue and casually ask, "Have you cried enough?"

Seeing that she was gasping for air and nobody was paying attention to her, Lin Ruochun gradually became more composed, crawled up from the bed shakily, and staggered.

Wen Qiao quickly went over to support her, "What are you doing?"

Lin Ruochun wiped her face, "Going to wash up, it’s sticky and uncomfortable."

After saying that, she smeared the hand she had just wiped her own face with onto Wen Qiao’s clothes.

"......"

Wen Qiao glanced at Lin Ruochun’s face, smeared with mascara and eyeliner due to tears, then looked down at her white T-shirt with a big black handprint on it. Her temples throbbed.

Don’t get angry, don’t get angry.

She’s just a bratty drunk, I shouldn’t take it to heart.

But damn, it’s so annoying!

Wen Qiao took a couple of deep breaths trying to suppress the raging fire in her chest.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Lin Ruochun tilting her head, blinking at her, "What’s wrong with you?"

Wen Qiao huffed coldly without expression, straightened her head and said, "I’m a woman. Even if you try to act cute to me, I won’t forget what happened tonight and I won’t hold you accountable when you sober up tomorrow. You get that?"

"......."

Not knowing if Lin Ruochun understood, Wen Qiao spoke. But Lin Ruochun was still staring at her.

"Understand?" Wen Qiao asked.

Lin Ruochun didn’t answer, crawled down from the bed, and muttered, "I need to wash my face."

Wen Qiao: "....."

What more could she say?

What else could she do?

Resigned, Wen Qiao supported Lin Ruochun - this little gal - off the bed while using her foot to hook over the slippers she had just tripped over.

"Ugh—"

Wen Qiao’s eyelid twitched, and immediately a thought popped into her head—

It’s over.

She quickly lifted her head, "Hold it in! Don’t vomit! Get to the bathroom!"

But speaking those words to a drunk person was completely futile.

As a shadow loomed above, accompanied by the sound "Ugh," the next second, Wen Qiao smelled the sour stench of vomit.

"......"

The only thing she felt fortunate about was that Lin Ruochun hadn’t forgotten to turn her head to the side at the last second, sparing her face from disaster.

She swore!

If Lin Ruochun didn’t get on her knees to thank her tomorrow!

She would never forgive her for tonight’s antics!

-

The night sky was pitch black, sporadically adorned with stars, and the nearby lake shimmered under the glow of the street lights.

A man stood by the window, his silhouette mirrored on the glass. His black shirt was tucked into his trousers, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The top button was undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone, adding a touch of austerity.

But the man’s expression seemed off.

Fu Jinghen’s lips were tightly pursed, as the content of the recent phone call replayed in his ear.

And ad-libbing too.

Heh.

Ad-libbing right to a riverside barbecue stall?

He didn’t know that the historical drama "Red Makeup" included a scene of wearing shorts and T-shirts while eating barbecue?

"How did the questioning go?"