Chapter 14: Looks Very Fertile

"Do you need me to step out for a bit?"

Wen Qiao asked with her mouth, but her body was honestly not moving an inch.

Fu Jinghen replied indifferently, "If I say I do, will you leave?"

Wen Qiao grinned, "No."

She eyed the man's fine physique in front of her, raised her phone, and snapped away ferociously. Fu Jinghen, hearing the sound, turned his head to glance.

Wen Qiao, seeing the man behind the camera turn around, laid it on thick, "President Fu's physique and face are simply one of a kind, a proud work of Nuwa herself. To become your fiancée truly is the luckiest karma I've earned from my past life."

Given Fu Jinghen's status, it wasn't rare for women to fawn over him with effusive praise, but Wen Qiao's flattery was so ingeniously fake that it was a first for him.

He eyed Wen Qiao, who was wearing his shirt, and returned the compliment half-heartedly, "You're not bad either; you look quite fertile."

However, Wen Qiao seemed to miss the insincerity in his voice, her smile blooming like a flower, "Thank you."

In her heart, though, she was already clenching her fists.

Damn it.

How did my curvaceous figure end up being likened by him to a sow with a high yield?

Why didn't the original novel mention that Fu Jinghen also came with a biting wit?!

Fu Jinghen: "...."

He realized that his little fiancée always seemed to interpret others' sarcastic insults as compliments.

"I've already cleared it with the director, the role of Lian Zhi is yours. I hope you're not all talk."

"I may put on airs, but I never boast."

Wen Qiao found the two pictures she had just taken, posted them straight to social media without any edits, and captioned—

"About some online comments calling me a vase, I need to clarify—it's not a rumor. After all, a vase also needs to have curves and be as beautiful as a flower. What do you think?"

Due to this morning's release of the official cast announcement from "Red Makeup," Wen Qiao gained a bit of attention, increasing her follower count by just that little bit, finally breaking through the two million threshold. Her post quickly attracted attention.

"Holy cow? Is Wen Qiao's figure really that good?"

"No, no, no, I can't handle such stimulation early in the morning. Get me my tissues; I need to block the gushing nosebleed!"

"Even vases have such high standards now?"

"..."

Wen Qiao didn't much care for what the comments said; she pitied the original owner as she looked at those pathetic digits, understanding that out of those two million followers, one and a half million were zombie followers bought with money.

Life is tough, sighed the beauty.

Fu Jinghen, while putting on his shirt and casting a casual glance, saw Wen Qiao cradling her phone, a slight frown on her face, making him curious, "Did your phone kick the bucket?"

His sudden comment caught Wen Qiao off guard; she blinked, and a question mark appeared on her face.

"Otherwise, why are you staring at your phone with such a somber expression?"

"...."

Wen Qiao suddenly realized something. The content depicted in books was truly very limited. After experiencing it personally, she found that Fu Jinghen wasn't just equipped with a sharp tongue; he might have grown up in the Arctic, otherwise, how could he also crack such cold jokes.

Wen Qiao chuckled dryly, "The air conditioning in the room is pretty strong, so President Fu, there's no need to keep exuding your humorous charm."

Fu Jinghen: "...."

He should never have asked that extra question!

Talk about unappreciated kindness!

He took out a tie and began to knot it in front of the mirror, but just as he hung the tie around his neck, a pair of small hands climbed up.

A voice of dissatisfaction chirped in his ear, "Hey, hey, hey, how can you let President Fu tie his tie himself? What am I, your fiancée, just for decoration?"

With someone to serve him, Fu Jinghen was happy to relax, his hands hanging by his sides, letting Wen Qiao fiddle as she pleased.