My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 871 - 869: Every Grain Comes with Hardship
The excited Liu Tiantian suddenly felt a chill in the air. She shivered and stiffly turned her neck to look back.
When she saw the person standing at the door of the innermost office, her heart leaped to her throat, and she started stammering: "Fu... Fu... Fu... President Fu, hello!"
Fu Jinghen took two steps forward and stopped by Feng Li’s desk, giving Liu Tiantian a cold look: "What’s with that industry summit? Continue."
Feng Li glanced at Fu Jinghen and slowly slid his chair back, trying to distance himself from the pressure Fu Jinghen was emitting.
"What industry summit? There’s no industry summit." Liu Tiantian played dumb, catching sight of Hu Yueke’s phone on the table out of the corner of her eye. An idea struck her, and she grabbed the phone and rushed in front of Fu Jinghen: "President Fu, Boss Lady—oh no, I mean, Boss Lady has drunk like this. Aren’t you going to pick her up? I heard Boss Lady went out with her best friend. Two beautiful women in such a chaotic bar, what if something happens?"
Boss Lady, I’m sorry, but for survival, I had to throw you under the bus.
Fu Jinghen lowered his gaze to look at the phone in Liu Tiantian’s hand, and upon seeing the photo, his brow furrowed.
When Wen Qiao came to pick up her car, she had told him in advance where she was going. Fu Jinghen also knew which bar Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao were at, but he didn’t expect the two women to have drunk so much.
Looking at those empty bottles and glasses, Fu Jinghen pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. This little lady couldn’t be let loose; once let loose, she went wild.
He didn’t even bother grabbing his jacket, tossed the documents in his hand onto Feng Li’s desk, and strode towards the elevator.
The sound of the documents hitting the desk made everyone present flinch.
Liu Tiantian watched Fu Jinghen’s back, frantically jabbing Feng Li’s waist with her elbow, giving him a look.
Feng Li clutched his waist and dodged to the side, gathering the courage to ask: "President Fu, can we get off work now?"
Just before the elevator doors closed, the Four Golden Flowers along with Feng Li, the grass, saw Fu Jinghen casually waving his hand.
It meant they could do as they pleased.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, the "Four Flowers and One Grass" quickly packed their things, turned off the lights, and scrambled to another elevator.
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When Fu Jinghen drove to West Street, Wen Qiao was drinking happily.
Jiang Yao watched as Wen Qiao shook the dice so vigorously she seemed to create an afterimage, and she twitched at the corner of her mouth.
Who is drinking with whom, exactly? Who is the heartbroken one here?
These two questions had been swirling in Jiang Yao’s mind ever since they entered this bar.
One of them had to stay sober. Since Wen Qiao had been drinking, Jiang Yao only had two small cups of alcohol and stuck to soft drinks afterward.
When Fu Jinghen came in, he happened to hear Wen Qiao making a bold statement—
"Leave a bottom for the fish? Don’t you know every grain is hard work? If you don’t finish it, I’ll look down on you."
"...."
Only then did Fu Jinghen notice that there were two men sitting across from Wen Qiao.
His face darkened immediately.
Since Jiang Yao hadn’t drunk much, she was much more perceptive to the surroundings than Wen Qiao. When she sensed something was wrong, she glanced around and, upon seeing Fu Jinghen, quickly approached to stop Wen Qiao from clinking glasses with someone else.
"What are you doing?"
"Stop drinking, your boy—"
Before Jiang Yao could finish her sentence, Fu Jinghen was already standing next to Wen Qiao, swiftly grabbing the glass from her hand and placing it on the table.
"Who took my glass!"
