My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 687 - 685: Got a Wife and Forgot About the Nephew

Wen Qiao inwardly cursed her luck, and was about to switch the subject when her phone conveniently rang, lifting her spirits.

It was as if someone had handed her a pillow just as she was feeling sleepy.

"I need to take this call."

Wen Qiao grabbed her phone and darted out of the living room, not forgetting to take along a childhood photo of Fu Jinghen.

After Wen Qiao had stepped out, Fu Jinghen glanced at Fu Qiang, who was calmly sipping tea, "Did you tell her about those photos?"

"Not at all," Fu Qiang innocently shook her head, "Qiaoqiao guessed it herself. Didn’t she say it? Who doesn’t have a few nude photos?"

Fu Jinghen snorted heavily, he didn’t believe a word Fu Qiang said.

Her mouth could persuade a dead man he was alive.

"Sister, could you stop undermining me?"

Fu Qiang widened her eyes, "Then can you stop always opposing me?"

"I only oppose you because you undermine me first!"

"And I only undermine you because you’re always opposing me!"

"..."

It seemed they were stuck in a loop.

The siblings simultaneously huffed and turned their heads away, presenting the backs of their heads to each other.

After a while, Fu Qiang was the first to break the stalemate, not because she couldn’t hold back, but she had just remembered something more urgent, "How is Qi Ming getting along with his girlfriend?"

"Your son’s affairs, why would I know them if you don’t?"

Fu Qiang immediately kicked Fu Jinghen’s shin, "I’m giving you another chance, talk to me properly."

Fu Jinghen dusted off his trousers and said without expression, "Don’t know."

"Then why don’t you ask? What kind of uncle are you?"

"..."

Fu Jinghen felt somewhat aggrieved. Was his mom doing a commendable job?

Honestly, he felt he was doing a better job as an uncle than she was as a mother.

At least he went to Qi Ming’s first parent-teacher conference after he started school.

But Fu Qiang apparently didn’t realize this.

"I’m planning to meet Qi Ming’s girlfriend tomorrow," said Fu Qiang.

"Why are you meeting Wen Shu?" asked Fu Jinghen in confusion, "Does your son know?"

"Why does he need to know?"

"..."

You’re meeting your son’s girlfriend, and you ask why he needs to know?

"Don’t fret over it. When the time comes, Ah Ming will naturally bring his wife home to you. What’s the rush?"

"If we wait until he brings her home, it’ll be too late."

Fu Jinghen knew Fu Qiang’s concerns, but children are the blessings of their own children. In matters of relationships, no one has the right to interfere, not even a mother.

"Then go meet her, but when Ah Ming finds out, see if he doesn’t throw a fit with you," Fu Jinghen said flatly, giving Fu Qiang a glance, "Ever heard of ’don’t scare the snake by beating the grass’?"

Fu Jinghen wasn’t a fool; Wen Shu had frequently made her presence felt around him. It was impossible not to sense something.

But Wen Shu hadn’t done anything excessive, and they had no evidence. Qi Ming was an independent thinker. If they caused a stir, it might backfire.

"Don’t think your son is so naive. He knows what’s going on," said Fu Jinghen as he peeled an orange, "After all, he’s your son; he can’t be that foolish."

At first glance, the remark seemed like a compliment to Fu Qiang. However, Fu Jinghen’s faintly sarcastic tone made it clear he wasn’t really praising her. It was almost as if what he really meant to say was—

Having crawled out of your womb, how can he be frugal with his wits?