My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 771 - 769: The Naive Fool Who Has Never Seen the World

The main planner was a young man in his early twenties, exceptionally capable and had been promoted exceptionally to the main planner of this jewelry exhibition.

He saw that Fu Jinghen’s expression was indifferent and even set a time limit for him, leaving him somewhat at a loss, feeling as though he had done something wrong.

"President Fu, am I being too long-winded?"

"It’s not you, don’t worry about it," Fu Jinghen explained. "My wife reminded me to eat on time, and I’m already past the limit."

The man’s tone carried a hint of braggadocio.

Everyone: "..."

Feng Li, sitting to the left of Fu Jinghen, glanced at the obviously stunned crowd and scornfully curled his lips.

Compared to what they usually saw, these stimuli were nothing at all.

A bunch of bumpkins who hadn’t seen the world.

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This trip, Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu accompanied Wen Qiao on a business trip. For convenience and safety, Wen Qiao, with a grand gesture, booked a top-floor suite for the three to share.

After all, it was Fu Jinghen’s card she was swiping, so she didn’t feel any heartache.

On the way there, Wen Qiao had incessantly said she couldn’t sleep well at night without Fu Jinghen, but after arriving at the hotel and dropping off their belongings in the afternoon, Wen Qiao, Jiang Yao, and Xiao Chu went out and played for a whole half-day. When they returned to the hotel it was already close to one in the morning.

She was so exhausted that she only managed to wish Fu Jinghen goodnight before collapsing into sleep until dawn.

The next afternoon, Wen Qiao was awakened by a stirring in her lower abdomen.

She hurriedly threw off the covers and ran to the bathroom, only to indeed see a spot of bright red on her underwear.

Wen Qiao changed clothes and stuck on a sanitary pad provided by the hotel, then unhappily lay back down in bed, quietly waiting for the menstrual pain to hit.

Menstruation isn’t an illness, but the pain can be unbearable, and this couldn’t be truer for Wen Qiao.

Every time her period came on the first day, it tormented her to the point of death, not to mention they’d eaten seafood yesterday.

Hai City was on the coast and famous for its seafood. Wen Qiao especially loved crab and fish, and yesterday, she had indulged too much in shrimp and crab.

Wen Qiao’s menstrual cycle was always irregular, sometimes early or late by a few days, which was common, so she never paid much attention to dietary restrictions.

By the time Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu woke up and came to look for her, Wen Qiao had already curled up in pain like a small shrimp.

There was a small supermarket near the hotel, and Xiao Chu hurriedly went to buy her usual sanitary pads, a warmer, and some brown sugar water.

Jiang Yao opened the warmer, rubbed it to heat it up, and once it was sufficiently warm, she lifted the covers and attached it to Wen Qiao’s lower belly, "I told you not to eat that tub of ice cream, you just wouldn’t listen. Now you reap what you sow."

Qiao, wrapped in the covers, quietly countered, "You said not to eat it to manage weight, not because of period pain. Besides, it’s not all because of the ice cream that I get menstrual cramps."

"You still have the energy to talk back, I guess it doesn’t hurt that much."

"...It still hurts," Wen Qiao stuck her hand out from under the covers and hooked her little finger with Jiang Yao’s, acting coquettishly, "I’m already so pitiable, stop scolding me. Whenever you scold me, I want to cry."

"Then cry, I’m not President Fu, your tears aren’t worth anything to me."

Despite her words, the pity in her eyes couldn’t be disguised. She tucked Wen Qiao in and turned up the thermostat.

Xiao Chu came in with freshly brewed brown sugar water, setting it on the nightstand, "It’s a bit hot, wait a little before drinking."