My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 938 - 936: Little Deadweight

[Jinghen: I’ve thought it over.]

[Jinghen: We can collaborate.]

Huo Mutian replied quickly, as if he had been waiting for this message.

[Huo Mutian: I knew you were reliable. Alright, from now on, we’re in the same boat.]

[Huo Mutian: Happy collaboration, President Fu. Handshake JPG.]

Fu Jinghen stared at the message for a moment before responding with the same small emoji.

[Jinghen: Happy collaboration.]

After Fu Jinghen and Huo Mutian agreed to the partnership, Fu Jinghen mentioned it to Wen Qiao during their video call the following night.

"I ran into Huo Mutian yesterday after I dropped you off at the airport. We chatted a bit."

Since the film crew had just started, and both the male lead and the second male lead were newcomers without any acting experience, the schedule was initially light to give them a buffer.

At 10:30, after Wen Qiao returned to her room and took a shower, she began her video call with Fu Jinghen.

While combing her hair, Wen Qiao asked, "So, did he give you a hard time again?"

Judging from Huo Mutian’s previous behavior, Wen Qiao immediately assumed her man was being bullied when she heard he ran into Huo Mutian. She completely forgot that her man wasn’t someone to be easily pushed around.

"No," Fu Jinghen chuckled. Perhaps because they were allies now, Fu Jinghen defended him for once: "He’s not always so bothersome."

Wen Qiao’s hair was soft and freshly washed. She had forgotten to comb it before bathing, so the previously wind-tousled hair was now a tangled mess. Fighting with the knots, her voice rose and fell with her actions: "What could you guys possibly talk about when you can’t stand each other?"

"Not much," Fu Jinghen casually observed Wen Qiao’s reaction and said, "He just wants us to help him out with something."

"Help? With what?"

Wen Qiao’s patience was waning. She irritably tossed the comb onto the table, wondering why her hair always seemed to glide effortlessly when Fu Jinghen combed it, yet became a struggle for her. Was her hair, which had been growing on her head for over twenty years, treating Fu Jinghen as its master now?

Seeing this, Fu Jinghen set aside the topic of Huo Mutian to comfort Wen Qiao, "Don’t rush. First, use your fingers to separate the knots, blow it half-dry, and then apply some hair oil before combing."

Whether before or after dissolving their engagement and reconciling, as long as Fu Jinghen was around, Wen Qiao never had to do her own haircare. Therefore, Fu Jinghen had become quite adept at managing Wen Qiao’s beautiful locks.

"Forget it, I’m not combing it. I’ll just let it be," Wen Qiao frowned at her messy hair on the screen. "I’ll cut it short tomorrow. I can’t deal with it anymore."

"You’ve been combing it for so many years. How come you’re losing patience now?"

Wen Qiao glanced at the man on the other end of the camera and replied confidently, "Haven’t you heard of the saying ’It’s easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal’? I’ve gotten used to you taking care of me. How could I still have patience?"

This "Wen Qiao would turn into a little mess without him" effect was exactly what Fu Jinghen wanted.

He couldn’t help but mentally compare Wen Qiao with the two young boys in her film crew. In terms of patience with Wen Qiao, they definitely couldn’t hold a candle to him.