My Superstar Wife Is So Popular Chapter 261 - 259: Anger Born of Embarrassment

Qin Xiang: "...."

He was just talking casually, why did he get angry?

Annoyed out of embarrassnt?

Did he really guess right?

So Fu Jinghen couldn’t keep his woman after all...

This realization made Qin Xiang extraordinarily cheerful, and after guzzling down a bottle of cola, he humd a tuneless tune and went upstairs.

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The next day, when Lin Ruochun woke up, she only felt a splitting headache. She rubbed her forehead, propped up her upper body from the bed, and squinted as she fumbled around the bed for her phone.

When her hand hit sothing soft and squishy, her mind was montarily blank, then she continued to control her hand to pat on that softness.

Before she could react, the soft and squishy thing moved on its own, and she turned her head to look at the sa ti.

She saw a familiar yet sowhat unbelievable face in front of her; the person looked impatient, gave her a slit-eyed glance, then closed his eyes and opened his lips slightly, "It’s early in the morning; why aren’t you sleeping instead of fussing around, and also, move your salty pig hand off my chest."

Like being electrocuted, Lin Ruochun quickly withdrew her hand, took a deep breath, and was just about to scream when Wen Qiao, with eyes closed, seed to sense sothing and weakly pointed at her, "If you scream, it’s going to be very bad for you when I sober up."

Lin Ruochun’s scream was stuck in her throat, her face turning sowhat red as she just stared dumbly at Wen Qiao for a while. Eventually, she couldn’t hold it back and asked, "Why are you in my room, on my bed? And who changed my clothes?"

Wen Qiao had already been awakened by Lin Ruochun’s patting and was just resting with eyes closed, now showing no impatience at her questions.

"You should ask yourself that; after getting dead drunk on one bottle of beer, I had to haul you back here. Inside the room, you suddenly went crazy, clung to , and wouldn’t let leave; you even hugged while crying, asking why I didn’t like you."

"And about your last question, it’s kind of dumb. Is there even a third living person in this room apart from you and ? Who else could have changed your clothes but ?"

With each word from Wen Qiao, Lin Ruochun’s eyes widened even more—by the ti Wen Qiao finished his last sentence, Lin Ruochun’s eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets.

"I don’t believe it; you’re lying. Where’s the proof?"

Wen Qiao opened one eye and tilted his head to look at the feignedly calm Lin Ruochun, sighed slightly pityingly, then reached out, fetched his phone, unlocked it, and tapped the screen.

Eventually, he added, "What you’re about to hear might be hard for you to accept, but it’s okay; everyone stumbles a few tis in life. Just shake off the dirt, get up, and keep going."

Lin Ruochun suddenly felt a strong and unpleasant premonition.

Sure enough, she saw Wen Qiao tap his finger on her phone screen, and then it was as if Pandora’s Box had been opened—the room filled with her wailing—

"Why are they talking about , am I just a bit prettier, a tad wealthier, a bit better in acting, why do netizens have to say that about , wah—"

"Why doesn’t Qin Xiang like , he’d rather chase other won than woo , isn’t there a saying about keeping the good stuff within the field, wah—"