My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 679 - 677: More Than a Few Years of A World For Two

"Sister Fu Qiang, we still—"

Wen Qiao was halfway through her sentence when she got interrupted by Fu Jinghen, "We don’t plan on having children for the time being."

"Why!"

During the conversation, the four of them had already sat down in the restaurant. Fu Jinghen had wanted to sit next to Wen Qiao, but Fu Qiang had beaten him to it. He couldn’t exactly pick Fu Qiang up and move her, so he had to sit opposite Wen Qiao, next to Qi Ming.

Qi Ming felt somewhat aggrieved, "Little Uncle, do you really dislike me that much?"

Fu Jinghen glanced at him, "What do you think?"

"I think you do."

"Then that settles it."

Qi Ming: "..."

That’s too much!

Way over the line!

He shouldn’t have helped them out!

Qi Ming angrily picked up a chicken wing and gnawed on it indignantly.

Fu Qiang tapped on the table, "Fu Jinghen, you haven’t answered my question yet. Why don’t you want to have kids?"

"It’s too early."

"How is it too early? You’re almost twenty-eight. When I was your age, Qi Ming was already starting kindergarten." Fu Qiang looked down on him, "And you only found a wife at twenty-eight."

"You said it yourself, I just found a wife." Fu Jinghen took Wen Qiao’s glass and poured her some juice, "Can’t I enjoy a few more years of just the two of us?"

Wen Qiao’s hand paused, and she looked at Fu Jinghen, savoring the way he naturally called her "wife" in her heart, while taking the glass of juice he poured and placing it in front of Fu Qiang without changing her expression.

Fu Jinghen understood.

A sister is like a mother, Fu Jinghen was raised by Fu Qiang after all, the young girl was trying to please her "mother-in-law."

Anyway, the glasses were clean and hadn’t been used yet, so Fu Jinghen took Fu Qiang’s glass and poured a new one for Wen Qiao.

After Fu Jinghen poured Wen Qiao her juice, Qi Ming immediately lifted his glass, wanting Fu Jinghen to pour him some too, but Fu Jinghen just set the juice in front of him.

"Pour it yourself. Isn’t it enough that I look after these two? Do I have to serve you as well?"

Qi Ming pouted, he would pour it himself then. He was self-reliant, not depending on anyone else!

But Fu Qiang actually felt that Fu Jinghen’s worries were no issue at all, "After the child is born, I can help you take care of it, and you can still enjoy your time together."

Fu Jinghen looked at Fu Qiang, somewhat speechless.

His sister could be really dense sometimes, making it necessary for him to spell things out.

"Wen Qiao is only twenty-two this year, her career is just beginning. Asking her to go home and have babies now would be unfair to her."

Fu Jinghen was aware of Wen Qiao’s passion for acting. He didn’t want her to look back on the best years of her life later on and unexpectedly find out there’s nothing much to remember—no career, no passion, just the trivialities of family life.

Although with their family’s resources, if Wen Qiao were to have a child, she’d definitely receive the best postnatal care, her figure wouldn’t suffer, she wouldn’t be troubled over the child, and she certainly wouldn’t lack opportunities, but Fu Jinghen just didn’t want her to suffer.

Wen Qiao never expected Fu Jinghen’s real reason for not wanting kids to be this. Claiming not to be moved would be a lie.

Besides, kids were indeed rather far from their current lives.

Fu Qiang truly hadn’t considered this and was caught off guard by Fu Jinghen’s words. With this realization, she understood her own haste.

Had someone asked her to go home and have a child amidst the rise of her own career, with her temperament, she would have kicked that person to the curb already.

She glared at Fu Jinghen: Then why didn’t you say so earlier.

Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow: I’ve said it already, you just didn’t understand.