My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 289 - 287: My Physical Strength is Also Great

With this bigwig watching over her, why worry about not having her day in the sun?

But remembering everything that had happened at the dinner table today, and the sporadic snippets she occasionally heard from Qi Ming,

Wen Shu felt that Fu Jinghen’s attitude towards Wen Qiao had deviated from the original description in the story.

It wasn’t just Fu Jinghen’s attitude towards Wen Qiao that had changed; Wen Qiao’s attitude towards Fu Jinghen and Qi Ming, and even her entire personality, had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.

Moreover, the protagonist of "Red Makeup" in the original story was supposed to be hers, but it had now become Wen Qiao’s, another key deviation from the original plot.

Wen Shu subconsciously furrowed her brow, a twinge of irritation stirring within her.

Qi Ming, who was driving alongside her and always attentive to her, thought she was chilled by the air conditioning and adjusted it to a warmer temperature.

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Qin Xiang was restless. After driving to the hotel, he immediately dragged Lin Ruochun out for fun without explanation.

Wen Qiao squinted at the sacred and passionate sun overhead and couldn’t help but sigh, "Qin Xiang and Lin Ruochun have really good stamina."

Fu Jinghen just happened to hear this remark and, as he walked past her, he lightly said, "My stamina is very good too."

Wen Qiao, puzzled, retorted, "What does your stamina have to do with me?"

She then saw the expression on Fu Jinghen’s face become indescribable, hesitant, unbearable to witness, and finally, with no expression at all, he snatched the room card out of her hand, "beeped" open the door, and walked in.

Wen Qiao followed behind, kicked the door closed with her foot, tethered one foot with the other then hopped, switching to the other foot stepping on the first, and after flicking off her shoes, she scampered toward the sofa.

Fu Jinghen had just taken a step when he felt a breeze sweep by him, and upon refocusing, he saw a pile of soft, boneless "mud" had appeared on the sofa.

He turned to look at the askew shoes that Wen Qiao had kicked off, silently stepped back, straightened her shoes, then, carrying her pink shark-shaped thick slippers, approached the sofa and placed the slippers by her feet.

"When will you ever change this habit of not wearing slippers?"

Wen Qiao lounged on the sofa, her legs crossed, scrolling through her phone; upon hearing him, she blurted out, "I won’t, since you’ll pick up the slippers for me anyway."

Fu Jinghen paused for a moment then, detecting the dependency in her tone, his mood lifted, and he slightly curled his lips.

He sat beside her feet, gazed at the flashy slippers, and said, "Your slippers..."

The rest of his sentence got stuck in his throat, for he genuinely couldn’t find the right words to describe Wen Qiao’s slippers.

Wen Qiao shifted her phone aside, glanced at Fu Jinghen, and seeing once again that quintessential Fu Family look of being at a loss on his face as he observed her slippers, she lightly kicked his shoulder with her toes in dissatisfaction: "What’s with that constipated look at my slippers? Did they offend you?"

Fu Jinghen caught her ankle, placing her leg on his own, his thumb unconsciously stroking her ankle bone: "No, just thought they were quite unique."

"That they are." Wen Qiao’s expression was smug, "I compared many shops before ordering these. They’re rumored to feel so soft underfoot that it’s like stepping on shit."

Fu Jinghen: "....."

What kind of weird description is that.

He pondered for a moment then said, "I don’t understand."

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