My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 897 - 895: I Have the Right to Remain Silent

Wen Shu sat at the very edge and glanced over, her gaze freezing for a moment.

Wasn’t this the waiter who was just talking to Zhou Hengfeng at the door of the other private room?

She also saw Zhou Hengfeng hand this waiter a package of something.

Wen Shu withdrew her gaze before the waiter noticed.

She took out her phone and played with it in her hand, but she was actually observing the waiter’s every move.

Wen Shu watched as the waiter took a drink from the small cart and placed it in front of her.

She nodded in thanks, "Thank you."

The waiter placed drinks in front of each person seated around the coffee table one by one, then pushed the cart out.

Wen Shu looked at the drink in front of her, snorting coldly in her mind.

She’s seen this trick of drugging someone to take advantage of them countless times in the entertainment industry.

"Qiaoqiao!" Huang Yingying called out to Wen Qiao, who was singing, and handed her the phone, "President Fu called you."

Wen Qiao put down the microphone and glanced at the phone.

Huang Yingying teased her with a smile, "This contact name is really creative."

Wen Qiao gave her a sidelong glance, "You’re the only one guessing."

The others, hearing this, immediately showed interest and started asking, "What contact name is it?"

"Yeah, Qiaoqiao, what contact name did you give President Fu?"

"Is it some mushy nickname like ’husband’?"

Huang Yingying spread her hands, "This concerns Qiaoqiao’s privacy. You can ask her yourselves; I already sinned by peeking, and I dare not tell you without permission."

Everyone again looked in unison at the phone in Wen Qiao’s hand. Wen Qiao coughed slightly and covered the phone against her chest, giving them no chance to glimpse at the screen.

"What are you looking at? I said it’s my privacy, I have the right to remain silent." As she said this, Wen Qiao walked out, "I’ll take the call outside."

The crowd began to jeer again, "Just take it here, put it on speaker so we can hear if President Fu is still so uptight in private."

"Yeah, yeah, sharing joy is better than enjoying alone. We want to know how President Fu chats with his girlfriend."

"I don’t really mind," Wen Qiao stopped, smiling at the crowd causing the ruckus, "Let me check with Fu Jinghen, and if he doesn’t mind, I’ll put it on speaker, okay?"

"...."

The crowd, who were clamoring to hear the couple’s sweet talk, instantly fell silent and waved at Wen Qiao.

"No need, we actually don’t want to hear that much."

"Yeah, yeah, go take your call, don’t interrupt our singing."

"Just ate, don’t want to be fed dog food again, you do you, we’ll keep partying."

Wen Qiao now really got the best of it and still put on a show of helplessness, sighing, "You were clamoring for me to put it on speaker, and now you’re shooing me away. So fickle."

As her words landed, Wen Qiao was met with a bunch of eye-rolls.

She chuckled, took her phone, and walked out of the private room to take the call.

Wen Shu nestled into the sofa, her body hidden in the dim light, watching Wen Qiao’s departing figure. After she left the room, Wen Shu’s gaze thoughtfully returned to the drink in front of her.

As soon as Wen Qiao left, Huang Yingying, who went to the other side of the screen to pour water, came over, "Hey, make some room, I want to get in."

Wen Shu glanced at the cup in her hand and shifted her body, making space for her.

The gap between the sofa and coffee table wasn’t very wide, so Huang Yingying had to squeeze in sideways.

Wen Shu seized the moment and moved her leg.

"Ah——"