My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 347 - 345: Destroy If You Can’t Obtain

"Oh."

Wen Qiao seemed to have listened to Qi Ming’s words, but just as Qi Ming turned around feeling relieved, he heard Wen Qiao say, "If you don’t mess around, this kitchen knife will never accidentally hurt you."

"......"

Qi Ming turned his head and saw Wen Qiao leaning on the counter, supporting half her body weight with one hand and examining a kitchen knife with the other. Noticing his gaze, Wen Qiao slowly lifted her eyelids to look at him, "So, do you understand now?"

Qi Ming quickly turned his head and took a step over to the trash bin, crouching down and silently peeling garlic.

Hearing a soft chuckle from Wen Qiao behind him, Qi Ming shivered involuntarily.

For some reason, the moment he heard Wen Qiao’s laughter, the image that flashed through his mind was that of a chainsaw killer, only with the chainsaw replaced by a kitchen knife.

.....

Wen Qiao was terrifying; he definitely needed to find a chance to complain to his little uncle tonight.

As for Qi Ming’s inner turmoil, the audience had no clue, but they clearly saw all of Qi Ming’s silliness—

[Qi Ming: Helpless, aggrieved, and vulnerable.]

[Didn’t someone already tell Qi Ming it’s a live broadcast? Why is he still acting so silly?]

[I’m starting to doubt the rumors I heard online about Wen Qiao pestering Qi Ming. Watching this show, it clearly seems like Qi Ming is the one who can’t let go of Wen Qiao... (Just my personal opinion, don’t attack me, if you do, you’re in the wrong.)]

[Rational fan of Qi Ming here, to be honest, I’m also getting that impression. Observing secretly.JPG.]

[Could it be that Qi Ming likes Wen Qiao, but Wen Qiao doesn’t like him, so he adheres to a ’if I can’t have her, I’ll ruin her’ kind of principle, and he’s tarnishing Wen Qiao’s image by forcing his love on her?]

[Write a book, I’ll go read it.]

As the audience chattered away in the comments, Wen Qiao also served the last cold dish on the table.

Shi Koufan had been eager and was the first to sit at the table.

Fang Baichen served rice to everyone, and once Wen Qiao sat down, they began to eat.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Shen Zai couldn’t stop praising.

From the beginning, Wen Qiao calmly accepted the compliments, but eventually, her face turned red.

She held her bowl, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, "It’s not that serious, I can cook but my skills aren’t on par with a Michelin chef. Shen Zai, if you keep praising me, I’ll have to hide under the table to eat."

Fang Baichen, noticing Wen Qiao’s discomfort, laughed and helped ease the situation, "Come on, just eat. She’s shy, a couple of compliments are enough, your non-stop talking is too much even during a meal."

Shen Zai and Fang Baichen knew each other well, seeing Fang Baichen’s comment, he couldn’t help teasing, "Not to say, old Fang, out of all of us, you’re the only one married, looking like the ideal domestic husband, yet you’re not even close to a young woman in her twenties."

"Who says looking like a domestic husband means you have to know how to cook?" Fang Baichen retorted, "With your dishonest face, you must have had quite a few girlfriends, right?"

Shen Zai’s expression stiffened, "You should not say that, don’t slander me. Moreover, why do I look dishonest?"

He looked at the younger people at the table, "You tell me, doesn’t this face also seem trustworthy?"

The three younger individuals, busy eating, upon hearing Shen Zai’s question, nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

"Trustworthy, trustworthy."

"Absolutely, absolutely."

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