My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 932 - 930: The Wool Comes from the Sheep

Fu Jinghen picked up the comb and started brushing Wen Qiao’s hair.

Wen Qiao’s hair was sleek and shiny, without a hint of frizz; it was incredibly smooth. Besides holding Wen Qiao’s hand, Fu Jinghen’s favorite pastime was playing with her hair.

The call had barely ended for a minute when Fu Qiang sent Wen Qiao a red packet.

Wen Qiao silently counted to five before opening the red packet. Seeing the string of zeros on the screen, she let out a silly giggle. After laughing twice, she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Fu Jinghen.

Fu Jinghen was brushing her hair and did not expect her to turn her head suddenly. He was still holding her hair, so when she moved, her hair got tugged.

"Ouch—"

Wen Qiao held her head, her face scrunched up as she looked at the man behind her. "That hurts."

"I’m sorry, baby." Fu Jinghen pressed her hand and gently rubbed the spot where it hurt. "I didn’t expect you to turn around suddenly."

"Alright, I’ll let you off this time." Wen Qiao put down her hand and asked, "My sister sent me a red packet. Should I send one to Qi Ming too? After all, I’m his elder. What do you think?"

"It’s up to you. If you want to send it, send it. If not, don’t."

"Alright, I’ll send him one." Wen Qiao picked up another phone from the bedside table, unlocked it with ease, opened WeChat, found Qi Ming’s chat box, and sent a red packet over.

She also sent a message using Fu Jinghen’s WeChat.

[Fu Jinghen: Nephew, quickly accept the red packet!]

Qi Ming accepted it almost instantly.

[Qi Xiaoming: Thanks, Little Aunt!]

Wen Qiao laughed, put down the phone, and lifted her head to meet Fu Jinghen’s composed gaze.

"Well," Wen Qiao cleared her throat and explained, "As they say, ’wool comes from sheep.’ I used my WeChat to send it, so in the end, you’d have to make up for it anyway. That’s a hassle. It’s just more convenient to use your phone, and besides, we’re already sleeping under the same blanket. Yours is mine; we don’t need to be so clear about it."

Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

Wen Qiao licked her lips. "Alright, some of my things are yours too."

Fu Jinghen looked at the girl, whose expression showed reluctance to part with her things, and chuckled. He turned her shoulder slightly. "Okay, mine is yours; yours is still yours. Just sit still. I’ll finish blow-drying your hair, and then we’ll go to sleep."

"Okay."

Wen Qiao sat obediently with her back to Fu Jinghen, holding her phone and scrolling through the comments left by netizens under her public relationship announcement on Weibo.

When she saw a comment ridiculing Fu Jinghen’s Weibo profile picture and username, Wen Qiao picked up Fu Jinghen’s phone, opened Weibo, and made a clicking noise when she saw his follower count.

"Wow, in such a short while, your Weibo followers are almost hitting one million."

Fu Jinghen was never very interested in such things. He took a glance but didn’t react much. However, Wen Qiao’s little face fell into deep thought.

Her eyes fluttered around until she inadvertently noticed the reflection of the two of them on the window opposite, and she snapped her fingers.

"Got it."

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Before Fu Jinghen could ask what she meant by ’got it,’ he saw Wen Qiao raise her phone and take a picture of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"If I’m the only one posting on Weibo, it feels like a solo performance. You should also post something." Wen Qiao said as she swiped through Fu Jinghen’s phone, "Why don’t you have any photo-editing apps on your phone? Let’s download one, download one."