My Superstar Wife Is So Popular

Chapter 88 - 87: Dominating the Trending Searches

Chapter 88: Chapter 87: Dominating the Trending

"And then what? Expose my relationship with Fu Jinghen to the public?"

Wen Qiao rejected Jiang Yao’s suggestion, "That won’t work, find another way."

Besides, if Fu Jinghen had wanted to help her, this hot search wouldn’t have happened today.

No sooner had she spoken than her phone beeped twice. Wen Qiao glanced at it, saw it was from Fu Jinghen, and told Jiang Yao, "Fu Jinghen’s calling," before she hung up on Jiang Yao and answered Fu Jinghen’s call.

Wen Qiao greeted with a "Hello."

"The video has been sent to you, deal with it yourself."

"Acting impulsively without a backup plan, if there’s a next time, no one will help you."

The man’s chilling voice came through the earpiece, his tone even and unfluctuating, like a robot’s scripted response.

But before Wen Qiao could say anything, the call was abruptly cut off.

Wen Qiao listened to the dial tone, puzzled.

Such a terrible temper.

Did FS Group’s stock take a hit?

Wen Qiao stood by a wall covered in green ivy, which looked refreshing. She looked up at the wall of green and muttered under her breath, "I sincerely wish that FS Group’s stock will shine as bright green as you do."

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After hanging up the phone, Fu Jinghen’s furrowed brows did not relax. His index finger rhythmically tapped on the desk. After a while, he pressed the intercom and summoned Feng Li into his office.

Soon there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Feng Li walked in and stood in front of the desk, "President Fu, what can I do for you?"

"What’s the deal with Luo Bin’s Weibo?"

"What Weibo?" Feng Li was taken aback, then quickly pulled out his phone and opened Weibo. Upon seeing Wen Qiao’s name dominating the hot searches, he inhaled sharply and blurted out, "Boss Lady is awesome, monopolizing the hot searches."

Before he could finish, a folder flew straight towards him.

He deftly dodged to the side and closed his mouth, innocently looking at Fu Jinghen.

"Didn’t I tell you to deal with this?" Fu Jinghen glared at him coldly, "Is this the result of your ’resolution,’ letting him post that kind of message on Weibo?"

Feng Li quietly started, "Actually, I haven’t dealt with it yet..."

"What did you say?" Fu Jinghen raised his voice, "Then what have you been doing all morning? Meditating?"