Salt-baked Peach

Wen Qiao had transmigrated into a book, becoming a notorious, brainless, and easily replaceable vase-like minor celebrity.
The worst part was that the first scene she entered was literally a path to disaster; at her own engagement party, she was plotting to seduce the male lead into an irrevocable situation, not to mention that she wanted to break off her engagement with her wealthy, handsome fiancé!
Wen Qiao stated, "This cannon fodder script must be changed!"
Thus, netizens saw a dramatic transformation in Wen Qiao, who previously had been utterly lovesick and only chased after a man. She became a living, breathing person who aggressively won awards until her hands were sore.
Moreover, she had a group of men chasing after her.
At the height of her career, Wen Qiao suddenly went public with her sweet relationship with a business tycoon.
At the award ceremony, when reporters asked if she planned to marry.
Wen Qiao, holding her trophy, had an answer that turned heads, "No, why would I give up the whole forest for one tree?"
A couple of days later, Wen Qiao posted a photo of her marriage certificate online with the caption—
From now on, I'm Mrs. Fu.
Netizens: Didn't you say no marriage?
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The super-topic about "Wen Ji and Qi Wu," a couple made popular by a variety show, disappeared overnight.
Netizens: ?? Where's my shipped couple?
Fu Jinghen: I took care of it.
How could my wife be paired up with someone else?

My Superstar Wife Is So Popular

Not long after, Wen Qiao proudly tied a perfect Windsor knot.


Wen Qiao wore a look of someone seeking praise, "How is it?"


Fu Jinghen glanced downward, "Not bad."


As soon as he spoke, a distinctly feminine fragrance wafted toward him.


Wen Qiao tiptoed, her arms encircling the man's neck, and she leaned over his shoulder to adjust his shirt collar.


Her soft hair occasionally brushed against Fu Jinghen's chin, sending a ticklish sensation through his brain, making his brows twitch.


Perhaps she had been on her toes for too long, for Wen Qiao faltered slightly, stumbling and tumbling into Fu Jinghen's embrace.


Fu Jinghen instinctively raised his hands to encircle her waist, holding her soft and fragrant body close.


But only for a second, Wen Qiao pulled away from his embrace, "I'm sorry, President Fu, I just lost my balance."


It was hard to say whether it was intentional, but as she stepped back, Wen Qiao's lips grazed Fu Jinghen's chin.


While her mouth uttered apologies, her face blatantly spelled out "I did it on purpose."


Fu Jinghen knew all too well the little tricks women played. If Wen Qiao pretended to be innocent, he would find her just like any other woman, but the cunning glint in her eyes made her seem like a mischievous little girl, somehow keeping him from becoming annoyed.


But thinking of her age, barely twenty, a whole six years younger than himself, wasn't she just a little girl?


Wen Qiao, figuring that Fu Jinghen wouldn't do anything about it, bounced around especially cheerfully, fetching a suit from the wardrobe and dressing Fu Jinghen, tidying him up before leaning in closer. Her voice lowered, almost whispering.


Comparatively, Fu Jinghen thought she smelled even nicer.


Fu Jinghen glanced at Wen Qiao, whose face carried a teasing expression.


He slightly raised an eyebrow. Was she treating him like some respectable family man?


All of a sudden, Fu Jinghen wanted to deflate her cockiness, giving her a meaningful look.


After saying so, Fu Jinghen brushed past her shoulder and left the wardrobe.


Recalling the gaze Fu Jinghen had left on her just before he walked away, Wen Qiao looked down.


When Jiang Yao arrived, Wen Qiao was leisurely enjoying her breakfast.


She handed over a paper bag, "Don't you have your clothes in here?"


After finishing the last sip of milk, Wen Qiao licked her lips, "Yeah, but I don't like them anymore."


The moment yesterday's engagement party ended, the Wen Family packed up her luggage and sent it over, clamoring for her and Fu Jinghen to foster some affection. Wen Qiao was crystal clear about their true intentions though.


Fostering affection was just a minor part; more so, it was about extracting more benefits for themselves.


Concerning those clothes, Wen Qiao did not like a single piece. Whether white or black, they were plain and dull, looking almost like mourning clothes to the uninformed.


Perhaps due to family background, the original Wen Qiao was far more mature than her peers, somewhat self-deprecating and timid, which was evident from the way she dressed.


If she were Qi Ming, no, if she were a man, she wouldn't have liked her original self either.


Not at all like a blossoming young woman in her early twenties.


The clothes Jiang Yao brought for Wen Qiao were a pair of floor-length trousers and a bubble-sleeve chiffon blouse, her hair tied up in a high ponytail that swung as she walked.


Chapter 15: You're Quite Soft Too