My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 842 - 840: Excitement

"I left the room for Wen Shu, little uncle, can you take me in for a night?"

Qi Ming lifted his head, looking pitifully at Fu Jinghen like a large homeless dog.

"Go and get a new room; I’ll reimburse you," Fu Jinghen refused Qi Ming’s request for shelter.

"..."

A look of sadness slowly appeared on Qi Ming’s face as he mournfully accused Fu Jinghen: "Little uncle, you’re too much! When you had a breakup, I cheered you up, kept you company, ate and drank with you. If it weren’t for your unwillingness, I would’ve even slept with you. Now it’s my turn, and you won’t even let me stay overnight! Going crazy over romance and forgetting family! I’m so disappointed!"

Fu Jinghen listened quietly to Qi Ming’s accusation, waiting for him to finish before calmly stating, "Not taking you in is for your own good, as you’re not fit for any more stress after a breakup."

"..."

Qi Ming’s eyes involuntarily fell on Fu Jinghen’s lips, which were stained with lipstick.

He’s already stressed!

"Who is it? Who’s knocking?"

A cheerful female voice came closer, and soon, Wen Qiao’s figure appeared at the door.

Hearing the voice, Qi Ming lifted his head to look, a trace of subtle awkwardness crossing his face.

"Qi Ming?"

Seeing the two men standing at the door like door guardians, Wen Qiao said, "What are you two murmuring about for so long? Why don’t you come in?"

"He broke up," Fu Jinghen said, "and wants us to take him in for the night."

Broken up?

Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Your eye condition is finally cured?"

"..."

Qi Ming dragged out his words, calling out, "Little Aunt..."

This call of "Little Aunt" was laden with emotion, graceful and melodic.

It had the quaint charm of a madam in an old brothel calling out "Sir".

Wen Qiao shivered at the goosebumps rising on her skin, raising her hand in a "stop" gesture: "Stop, let’s talk properly, no melodrama."

"Ask little uncle to take me in for the night; I just broke up and don’t want to be alone," Qi Ming said, sticking to the door like a sticker, launching into a shameless mode: "There are so many rooms in the suite; you don’t use them all, so what if you let me have one? Besides, getting a new room costs money, right? Even though our family is rich, we shouldn’t waste it like this."

Fu Jinghen glanced at him: "But you usually don’t save any money."

Qi Ming hesitated, his lips quivering for a while before stubbornly retorting: "Every penny I spend is spent wisely! How can I save?"

Wen Qiao’s eye twitched, rubbing her temple with a headache, finally beckoning him over: "Alright, you win, come in."

With Wen Qiao’s permission, Qi Ming instantly slipped inside past Fu Jinghen.

Fu Jinghen didn’t stop him, closing the door after he got in, then turned to look at Wen Qiao.

Meeting her gaze, Wen Qiao’s eyes widened, cheeks flushed as she gestured to her lips and pointed at Fu Jinghen’s lips.

Fu Jinghen realized, raised his hand, and rubbed his lips with his thumb.

Qi Ming caught sight of their little interaction from the corner of his eye, walking toward the sofa, saying, "Oh, come on, no need to wipe it off; I already saw it."

Wen Qiao: "..."

Does he have no sense of being a guest?

Wen Qiao silently picked up her skirt hem, moved to the single sofa next to Qi Ming, and sat down, asking, "What happened between you and Wen Shu that led to the breakup?"