My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 38: A Glimpse of Astonishment

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: A Glimpse of Astonishment

The little girl tilted her head, batting her eyelashes as she looked at herself, her bright eyes sparkling with light.

Fu Jinghen felt a twitch in his brow from her gaze, somewhat hastily turning his head to glance at Feng Li standing at the elevator entrance, "Take her home."

Feng Li was still shocked by how Miss Wen and President Fu had become so intimately close overnight, stuttering, "Ah, okay, okay."

A second before the elevator doors closed, Wen Qiao’s coy voice rang out from the parking lot, "I’ll be waiting obediently at home for you to return, President Fu."

Having said that, she even blew him a kiss.

Feng Li was once again dumbfounded.

Why did the Boss Lady act so coquettishly?

Feng Li shivered, forcefully pulling his wandering thoughts back, took out his car keys, and pressed them. A car not far away, unassuming in color but with a price tag that was anything but modest, flashed its lights twice.

"Let’s go, Miss Wen."

Taking a lesson from what had just happened, Feng Li refrained from calling her Boss Lady.

Wen Qiao stared at the car for a few seconds before suddenly asking, "Is this the only car Fu Jinghen has here?"

"No, not at all," Feng Li didn’t understand why she was asking but still pointed out, "There’s also that one next to it."

Parked beside it was a Lamborghini Aventador.

Wen Qiao’s eyes lit up instantly at the sight of this car. "I want to drive this one!"

"Ah?"

Was the Boss Lady really this wild?

Ten minutes later, the car zoomed out of the parking lot and sped along the expansive road. Sitting in the passenger seat, Feng Li couldn’t help but swallow his saliva, gripping the handle tightly, his back pressed against the seat, his hair a messy flurry in the wind.

He was now absolutely certain of the answer to his own question.

Yes, the Boss Lady was indeed wild.

After Wen Qiao said she wanted to drive this car, before he could even process what was happening, he saw her hop into the driver’s seat in a flash. Promptly following suit, Feng Li got into the car, and then Wen Qiao inquired if there was another road, less crowded with traffic, that could take them home, not minding if it was a bit out of the way.

A new asphalt road had just been finished a couple of days ago in Houhu. The young master of the Qin Family, Qin Xiang, thought the location was quite good and delayed the opening to invite a few friends for some street racing. He even called Fu Jing to come and have a look.

But if time could be reversed, he would never tell Wen Qiao about that road.

Feng Li glanced at the dashboard, where the needle was still edging closer to the right side, his heart almost jumping to his throat.

"Miss Wen, there are a million roads out there, but safety comes first."

As the car flew forward at high speed, the wind shattered Feng Li’s words.

At another entrance, Qin Xiang and Cheng Jue had just descended from the car when they saw a bright yellow shadow zip by in front of them.

With a beautiful drift, the car then disappeared around the bend.

Cheng Jue had gotten out just a few seconds before Qin Xiang. Seeing that the driver was a woman from a quick glance, saying it was a fleeting glimpse wouldn’t be an exaggeration. He whistled, "Impressive driving skills!"

"Damn it!" Qin Xiang couldn’t help but curse.

Fu Jing was street racing without calling him?

The car was a gift from Qin Xiang for Fu’s engagement, a token of congratulations for having one foot in the grave, with the design and color chosen according to his taste, loudly flashy, which then received Fu Jinghen’s undisguised scorn.

Yet, despite saying he despised it, Fu Jing went street racing behind everyone’s back?

Cheng Jue asked, "Have there been women here before?"

"No way," Qin Xiang replied, knowing too well that he never brought women when racing because of the hassle.

Cheng Jue pointed toward the spot where the car had vanished, "Then how did that woman know about this place?"