My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 729 - 727: Seeded Player

"Qiaoqiao, you—"

Fu Jinghen had intended to remind Wen Qiao that she hadn’t taken her coat, but as soon as he spoke, Wen Qiao seemed to run even faster.

?

Was he some kind of fierce beast or what?

Fu Jinghen found that Wen Qiao seemed to be getting shyer by the day. Looking at her now, becoming flustered and disoriented by just one kiss from him, it was as if the Wen Qiao who used to boldly provoke him had never existed.

He rubbed his forehead, sighed in relief, and walked over to the wardrobe to take out the coat Wen Qiao was supposed to wear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a matching scarf and beret in the corner of the wardrobe and took those out as well.

After closing the wardrobe, when he stepped out of the bedroom, Wen Qiao was nowhere to be seen, and the apartment door was ajar. Fu Jinghen saw Wen Qiao, dressed in a thin dress, standing in the hallway waiting for the elevator.

Fu Jinghen frowned, took the items, and strode out, closing the door behind him. He unfolded the coat and draped it over Wen Qiao: "Running off so fast, not even wearing your clothes, don’t you know how cold it is outside? Lift your arms."

Wen Qiao obediently lifted her arms and slid them into the sleeves.

"The other one."

Wen Qiao lifted her other arm, and Fu Jinghen straightened her collar before leaning down to button it up for her. Wen Qiao quickly stepped back, covering her coat: "No need to button it; it’ll look like a bucket on me, so ugly."

Fu Jinghen had anticipated this and lifted his arm that was holding the scarf to gesture to Wen Qiao, beckoning her with a hook of his finger: "Then we won’t button it. Come here."

Wen Qiao walked over, eyeing the scarf in his hand: "You took this from the wardrobe? How did you know I had this scarf?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I saw it when I was getting your coat."

Fu Jinghen wrapped the scarf around Wen Qiao’s neck and placed the beret on her head, adjusting it carefully.

After all these preparations, Fu Jinghen looked at his handiwork with satisfaction, his hand sliding down to take hold of Wen Qiao’s hand: "Baby, you look so pretty."

Fu Jinghen rarely praised her so directly, but today, within just five minutes, he had complimented her twice, making Wen Qiao’s face grow hot.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and Wen Qiao, pulling Fu Jinghen, rushed inside: "Let’s go, let’s go, off to work now."

Fu Jinghen chuckled: "Take it slow, don’t twist your ankle."

"Who are you underestimating? I’m the kind of seed player who can run in eleven-centimeter heels."

Wen Qiao pressed the button for the first floor and smugly twirled around to face Fu Jinghen.

But fate had other plans. Just when she was about to make a perfect exit, Wen Qiao slipped, and her body lurched forward. If Fu Jinghen hadn’t caught her, she might have performed a perfect split on the spot.

"..."

Damn, that’s so embarrassing.

"Seed player?"

Fu Jinghen’s voice, laced with a smile, came from above her.

Wen Qiao buried her head in Fu Jinghen’s chest and whispered back in protest: "Even seed players make mistakes sometimes..."

"Well, knowing that mistakes can happen, you should be more careful," Fu Jinghen patted the little head in his arms: "Understood?"

Wen Qiao nodded: "Got it."

It was only then, with her head lowered, that she noticed Fu Jinghen was also holding a bag of snacks.

"Why did you grab these things?"

Fu Jinghen looked down: "There’s not much left in the office, and I was worried you wouldn’t have enough, so I took some from home. I’ll restock for you in a couple of days."

"Oh." Wen Qiao wrapped her arms around Fu Jinghen’s waist: "President Fu, you’re so thoughtful."