My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 37: I’ll Cook for You

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: I’ll Cook for You

Wen Qiao finished speaking just as Jiang Wei approached them.

"Brother Jinghen."

Fu Jinghen, with one hand around Wen Qiao’s waist, nodded towards Jiang Wei, "Thanks for bringing Qiaoqiao over."

Hearing Fu Jinghen call Wen Qiao by such an endearing name, Jiang Wei’s complexion turned slightly pale, but she maintained a proper smile, "It’s no trouble at all, I quite like Qiaoqiao too."

Wen Qiao was almost sick to her stomach inwardly, clearly despising her so much she could flay and bone Jiang Wei, and yet Jiang Wei pretended to like her. Wen Qiao felt that Jiang Wei deserved an Oscar for this performance and was indignant on her behalf for not taking one home.

Fu Jinghen looked down at the Hua Huadie in his arms and patted her head, "Say thank you."

Wen Qiao thanked her graciously, "Thank you, Sister Jiang Wei, for bringing me safely to Fu Jinghen’s side."

As Jiang Wei watched the two’s public display of affection, she felt a tightness in her chest. If she didn’t leave this place soon, she worried she might suffocate.

"You’re welcome, I’ll be going then."

Wen Qiao waved goodbye, "See you, Sister Jiang Wei."

Once Jiang Wei’s nanny van left the parking lot, Wen Qiao unhesitatingly left Fu Jinghen’s embrace, turned around to face him, and bowed deeply, "Thanks to Daddy Fu for playing along! I shall never forget this great kindness!"

"...."

Fu Jinghen withdrew his arm hanging in mid-air and looked down at Wen Qiao in front of him.

A bubble-sleeve floral chiffon blouse paired with jeans, her hair tied into two braids, each end adorned with little butterfly-shaped hair clips. She could be mistaken for a high school student.

"Hmm."

Was I just being courteous, or did you really think of yourself as an emperor with that condescending tone?

Wen Qiao sneered inwardly and straightened up.

Fu Jinghen glanced at the two little butterfly clips hanging in front of her, "What was with the show of defiance?"

"You don’t know anything, do you?"

"?"

Fu Jinghen didn’t understand the look on Wen Qiao’s face, as though she were looking at an idiot, "What should I know?"

"..." After a second of brainstorming, Wen Qiao decided not to reveal Jiang Wei’s ulterior motives towards Fu Jinghen. It was probably a good thing that he wasn’t aware—better to avoid giving Jiang Wei more attention.

"It’s nothing." Wen Qiao brushed it off with an excuse, "Because everyone was saying the role of Rong Huan was tailor-made for Jiang Wei, and now I, the newcomer, have snatched it away. Of course, she doesn’t take kindly to me and did it to spite me."

The young girl crossed her arms in front of her, holding a white little purse, idly drawing circles on the ground with her toes, looking down. From Fu Jinghen’s angle, he could see her long, curled eyelashes and slightly pouted lips.

"Ah, to endure so much at such a young age, and my fiancé doesn’t even help me, I’m really too pitiful."

A light and airy tone mixed with a hint of petulant complaining.

Unfortunately, Fu Jinghen wasn’t taken in by her act, "I didn’t help you? So was the role of Rong Huan given to a dog?"

Wen Qiao glared at him sharply.

Fu Jinghen’s voice remained calm as he explained, "Even without you, the role of Rong Huan wouldn’t have gone to Jiang Wei."

"Eh?" Wen Qiao inquired with interest, "Then who would it have been?"

Fu Jinghen wasn’t keen on elaborating and checked his watch, "I have to do something later, and you...."

Wen Qiao cut in, "Go ahead with your business, I’m going home."

Fu Jinghen nodded, "Have Feng Li take you back."

As he was about to turn away, his wrist was suddenly gripped.

He turned back.

"Will you come home early? I’ll cook for you?"