She huffed loudly, cursed "jerk," turned her head, hugged her clothes, and stomped into the bathroom, then shut the door with a bang.
Fu Jinghen: "....."
The little ancestor is going crazy again.
Lin Ruochun glanced at the tightly closed bathroom door, then twisted her body to look at a sowhat helpless Fu Jinghen.
She asked earnestly, "Brother, do you often get scolded for no reason?"
Fu Jinghen considered the question seriously and started to answer, "Not really—"
Lin Ruochun clearly wasn’t expecting his response and rely asked as a formality, cutting him off as he began to speak, "Then you’re really miserable, spending money to make your wife happy only to get scolded by her. Your status in the family seems rather concerning."
Fu Jinghen looked at her expressionlessly, "Why are you so talkative now?"
Lin Ruochun pondered for a while, then threw the question back at him, "Haven’t you noticed that you’re also talking more now?"
Both suddenly fell silent, then simultaneously realized sothing, and finally, both looked in the direction of the bathroom.
The culprit behind their chattiness—
Was inside.
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The bedroom door was opened, and Qin Xiang, who had originally been leaning on the door, stumbled forward as it opened. Instinctively bracing himself with his hands, one landed on the door fra, while the other—
Ended up on Fu Jinghen’s chest.
Fu Jinghen, without looking sideways and with an indifferent expression, was about to say sothing when Wen Qiao peeked her head out from behind him, saw the scene, and imdiately smacked Qin Xiang’s hand away.
"Get your salty pig hand off my man’s pecs, I haven’t even touched them and you’re groping around!"
"Taken off, taken off, you think I wanted to touch them, really, what’s all the fuss about," Qin Xiang said with a disgusted face as he retracted his hand. Then he looked at Fu Jinghen with a sorrowful expression, "Why did you lock out just now? Our years of friendship almost got ruined by your actions, my soul has been deeply wounded, I don’t care, you have to take responsibility for ."
Fu Jinghen glanced at him, "Why should I let you into my woman’s room?"
Qin Xiang: "...."
Although what you said is true, the fact that you sound so justified is one thing, but what’s with that unexplainable pride?
Wen Qiao was getting impatient and started pushing Fu Jinghen forward, "Move it, I’m starving to death and you two still have the leisure to chat."
As she passed by Qin Xiang, Wen Qiao rolled her eyes at him, "Why should my fiancé be responsible for you? He’s only responsible for ."
Qin Xiang: "Hey, you—"
Wen Qiao, no longer wanting to listen, continued to push Fu Jinghen forward with force.
Lin Ruochun, trailing at the end, ca out last, and when Qin Xiang saw her, he lifted the hand that had just been slapped by Wen Qiao to garner sympathy, "Chunchun, look at my hand, that woman Wen Qiao is too rough, she even reddened your brother’s hand."
Lin Ruochun obligingly glanced at his hand, and then with a swift slap, smacked it, "You’re a grown man, stop being such a crybaby."
Having said that, she strode forward.
Qin Xiang paused for a mont then quickly followed by her side, saying in anguish, "How did you beco like this? You weren’t like this before, Chunchun, you used to care about a lot. Has Wen Qiao led you astray? I’m going to confront her!"
Lin Ruochun elbowed him, "Shut up, don’t spout nonsense."
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