My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 718 - 716: Mature Men All Like Young Girls

Fu Jinghen unhesitatingly expressed his loyalty, which did not result in Wen Qiao treating him with respect during the meal.

Wen Qiao loved seafood but hated the fishy smell it left on her hands, so Fu Jinghen, naturally diligent and amused by the young girl’s annoyance, took on the task.

Therefore, Fu Jinghen had to endure the girl’s contempt while patiently peeling shrimp and crabs for her.

Yet, Fu Jinghen didn’t feel wronged. Instead, he felt very happy. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Whatever Wen Qiao gave him, it was all good.

After finishing the meal, Wen Qiao seemed to forget about her irritation with Fu Jinghen. She reverted to being Fu Jinghen’s clingy accessory.

After leaving the restaurant, the couple went to Yujia Garden to pick up some clean clothes and daily necessities for Fu Jinghen before returning to Wen Qiao’s small apartment.

The first thing Wen Qiao did upon arriving home was to head straight for the shower to scrub herself clean.

Having eaten too much salty seafood, Wen Qiao craved some fruit. Fu Jinghen, who had been halfway through unpacking, made his way to the kitchen to continue serving her.

The mobile phone on the coffee table began to vibrate. Wen Qiao, lounging on the sofa and playing with her phone, glanced at it and yelled toward the kitchen, "Fu Jinghen, your phone is ringing."

"Can you answer it for me?"

"Okay."

Wen Qiao sat up, slid to the edge of the sofa, picked up Fu Jinghen’s phone, and pursed her lips upon seeing the caller ID.

She then realized it was Yang Lan calling on Fu Jinghen’s work phone, which somewhat eased her mood.

She answered it, ready to tell the caller to call back later, but the person on the other end spoke first.

"Fu Jinghen, what exactly do you like about that woman?"

Yang Lan’s voice was a bit blurred, as if she were drunk.

Her question successfully silenced Wen Qiao.

What do I like about her?

I like her youthful and pretty looks, beat that with your age.

Wen Qiao rolled her eyes and maintained her silence.

She wanted to see what else this drunken woman would say.

"Why don’t you like me then? I’ve known you for so long," Yang Lan paused, hiccuped, and continued, "We’ve been great partners at work, and I thought even if I didn’t express it, you’d understand my feelings. It’s just not the right time yet... so I’m waiting for you..."

"Well—"

Just as Wen Qiao was about to say "you don’t need to wait anymore" to end the call, she was interrupted again, "What can that little star offer you? What can she help you with? Is she able to handle work issues or manage social relationships? Besides... besides being a bit younger, what else is good about her?"

Wen Qiao was about to explode with frustration. She felt ridiculous, neglecting a perfectly fine game to listen to this old woman confessing to her man and disparaging her in the process.

"Besides being young, what’s not good about me? But this one aspect already has me winning over you. Don’t you know mature men nowadays prefer younger women? Women like you, weathered by time, aren’t popular anymore, okay?" Wen Qiao’s tone fluctuated with emphasis, her enunciation clear and forceful, "Also, let me tell you what else I can do for Fu Jinghen. I can help him hang up on you. Goodbye!"

With the last word, Wen Qiao abruptly hung up the phone.

When Fu Jinghen came out with the fruit, he just caught Wen Qiao hanging up the phone.