My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 908 - 906: A Hungry Tiger Pouncing on Its Prey

"Came to see if you’re dead or not." Huo Mutian rolled his eyes in irritation, making a fist and pressing it to his temple, "If you’re dead, then this breakfast is an offering for you; if not, it’s just charity."

"You’ve given your charity to the wrong place." Wen Qiao glanced at the paper bag on the nightstand, eyes full of desire, clutching her flat stomach, "I’ve had my stomach washed; I can’t eat anything for 24 hours."

"Well, that’s really miserable for you." Huo Mutian immediately put on a schadenfreude expression, "That shredded chicken porridge was specially cooked by the hotel’s executive chef, fragrant and delicious, melts in your mouth—hey? What’s that sound, why is there a gurgle?"

Wen Qiao: "..."

Would it kill Huo Mutian to act like a decent person? 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Once Huo Mutian had enough of watching Wen Qiao’s embarrassed expression, he inadvertently met Fu Jinghen’s calm gaze, his smile toned down slightly, and he cleared his throat twice, "Anyway, I actually came for a serious reason today."

Wen Qiao crossed her arms, sitting upright on the hospital bed, "Spit it out if you’ve got something to say, fart it out if you’ve got gas, then get the hell out."

Huo Mutian tapped the couch armrest with his car keys, "Mind your attitude. I helped you out big time again this time."

Wen Qiao responded with an "oh," "So what?"

Huo Mutian: "..."

This heartless brat.

"Just came to tell you guys, everything’s sorted out."

"?"

Wen Qiao paused, turning to look at Fu Jinghen.

What’s sorted out?

Is it about Wen Shu?

"I’ll explain to you later," Fu Jinghen glanced at her, then nodded towards Huo Mutian, "Thanks."

Within a day, Fu Jinghen had said thanks to him twice, Huo Mutian couldn’t help but feel a bit smug.

He straightened up from his previously slouchy posture, adjusted his collar, and responded in an exaggeratedly formal manner, "No need to thank me, President Fu."

Wen Qiao sized up Huo Mutian suspiciously, asking, "What’s possessed you? You’re acting more pretentious than I do."

As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Mutian shot her a glare, "You’re so annoying."

Wen Qiao shut her mouth, puffing her cheeks.

Why did he suddenly get all embarrassed and angry?

Fu Jinghen stood just behind Wen Qiao, his palm resting at the side of her face. He felt something soft pressing into his palm and glanced down.

He saw the young girl’s cheeks puffing up and a smile flickered in his eyes, he pinched them lightly.

With that pinch, the air inside Wen Qiao’s mouth rushed out, producing a soft "poot" sound.

Over at the sofa, Huo Mutian immediately focused his eyes on Wen Qiao, "Did you just fart?"

"..."

Wen Qiao couldn’t even be bothered to roll her eyes at Huo Mutian, "Now that you’ve finished talking, can you leave? I’m still weak and need rest. For people like you, unless the sky is falling down, don’t bother coming."

Though Wen Qiao’s little mouth could still chatter and bicker with Huo Mutian, her face was a bit pale. Huo Mutian actually felt some pity for her, so he obediently rose from the sofa, though his words were relentless, "Now she labels herself as weak, half an hour ago, though, I wonder who was ravenous."

"Wasn’t pouncing on you, so stop your yammering."

Huo Mutian reached the hospital door, ready to leave, his gaze swept over both of them and he teased, "Youth is indeed great, President Fu better take good care of himself, don’t be lacking in stamina when the time comes."