My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 834 - 832: Act Cute For Me

"..."

Lin Ruochun looked at the increasingly dubious? smile on Wen Qiao’s face, a bit puzzled.

What was she thinking about?

She waved her hand in front of Wen Qiao’s eyes: "What are you thinking about? Why are you smiling so... weirdly."

Lin Ruochun didn’t dare to voice her true thoughts, so she chose a more prudent word instead.

"Nothing," Wen Qiao snapped back to reality, "just thought of something fun."

"What fun thing?" Lin Ruochu asked.

"Not suitable for children to hear."

After all, it was just her guess, and she didn’t intend to tell Lin Ruochun.

Lin Ruochun pursed her lips and reminded her, "I’m only five months younger than you."

"A day is still a difference," Wen Qiao looked around the hall and asked her little informant, "Do you know where Fang Qinghe is sitting?"

Lin·Little Informant·Ruochun shook her head, "I don’t know."

She wasn’t familiar with Fang Qinghe, so how could she know her whereabouts?

Wen Qiao issued a command, "Go find out for me."

"Oh."

After acknowledging, Lin Ruochun immediately turned to look at Qin Xiang.

Qin Xiang was feeling frustrated, but when he caught sight of Lin Ruochun approaching from the corner of his eye, he felt a surge of delight, though outwardly he maintained a composed demeanor.

When Lin Ruochun finally patted him twice, he pretended to notice and lazily looked at her with his hand on his chin, "What is it?"

"Can you get me a copy of the ceremony seating chart?"

While buttoning his suit, Qin Xiang asked, "What do you need that for?"

Lin Ruochun answered honestly, "Wen Qiao wants it."

Upon hearing that, Qin Xiang sat back down immediately, "If she wants it, she should get it herself, or ask her man to get it. Why are you taking on extra work?"

"She’s wearing high heels and it’s inconvenient for her to walk back and forth, plus she doesn’t have her phone." Lin Ruochun pushed him, "Can’t you just help out and get a copy."

"You’re asking me for a favor then."

Lin Ruochun nodded, "It’s my favor, my favor. I’m asking you for help."

Qin Xiang stretched his arms and assumed an air of superiority, staring straight ahead, "When asking for a favor, you need to show some attitude, a little acting cute, maybe?"

"..."

Normally, if Qin Xiang acted so haughty with Lin Ruochun, she’d have long thrown her crown at him.

Her hand was just about to act when Wen Qiao’s earlier advice rang in her ear —

"Act coy occasionally, tease him a bit."

Lin Ruochun moved closer to him, grabbing his sleeve and shaking it gently as she used to when they were children, "Brother Qin, please."

Qin Xiang abruptly turned his head to look at Lin Ruochun beside him, "You—"

Lin Ruochun had a pair of almond-shaped eyes, not as alluring as Wen Qiao’s peach blossom eyes, but they were clear and pure, and when she looked up slightly, there was a hint of a pitiful charm.

Qin Xiang tightened his grip on the armrest, maintaining eye contact with Lin Ruochun.

Until a beam of light flashed from the front, snapping him back to reality. He cleared his throat twice to cover up, "Well, with that attitude from the start, it’s just a seating chart, such a simple matter."

After speaking, he stood up from his chair and walked forward.

His steps had an unmistakable hint of panic as he left.

Wen Qiao, sitting on the side, didn’t know what Lin Ruochun and Qin Xiang had discussed, but seeing his flustered departure made her curious, "What did you just do to him?"