My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 681 - 679: Whatever the Wife Says Is Right

Wen Qiao gave him a nonchalant glance, pretending not to understand the implication in his words, "Then peel it yourself."

"..."

Fu Qiang saw Fu Jinghen get put in his place by Wen Qiao and felt gleeful. She picked up a shrimp and ate it leisurely, as if savoring a grand meal, and finally exclaimed, "The shrimp Qiaoqiao peeled is just delicious."

Fu Jinghen: "..."

The meal was quite harmonious. Wen Qiao had arrived feeling somewhat reserved, but that reservation was thoroughly dispelled by a few words from Fu Qiang. Qi Ming also livened up the atmosphere, and Fu Jinghen was constantly attentive to her mood. All in all, she had a full meal while being treated like a national treasure by the other three.

After dinner, Wen Qiao volunteered to wash the dishes. She had arrived too late to help with cooking and was already feeling quite embarrassed, so she had to make up for it in other ways.

Although the Fu siblings and Qi Ming were all raised in affluence, they were far from being too lazy to lift a finger. Fu Qiang and Fu Jinghen didn’t like being disturbed too much, so there was only Nanny Zhang as a maid in the old house. Fu Qiang had given Nanny Zhang time off to spend with her grandson, so the dishwashing was truly left to them.

Fu Qiang intended to say there was no need for Wen Qiao to do it, that the two grown men could handle it, but before he could speak out, Wen Qiao had already dragged Fu Jinghen into the kitchen.

Seeing this, Fu Qiang didn’t try to convince her otherwise.

Who knows how romantic those two lovebirds might get in the kitchen? It’s important to know when to turn a blind eye.

Thinking this, Fu Qiang chuckled a few times, then quickly returned to his usual demeanor after catching his son’s look as if he were watching a lunatic.

"What are you staring at? Play your game."

"... Oh."

-

Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen weren’t up to anything sneaky in the kitchen. Neither of them were the type to deliberately seek thrills; they just divided the tasks and stood by the sink to wash dishes.

To be precise, it was Fu Jinghen washing, passing them to Wen Qiao to dry off.

"You should stop bickering with Sister Fu Qiang. You know how to make me happy when we talk. Why are you so relentless with your own sister?"

Fu Jinghen handed her a clean plate, "It’s a habit. I was quite reserved as a child, and in order to get me to talk more, Sister would always tease me. That’s how it became like this."

"..... Oh." Wen Qiao reflected, "Sister Fu Qiang is really good to you. I always wanted an older brother or sister when I was little, but my mom only had me. I’m really envious of you."

"You have one now," Fu Jinghen said with a smile. "Sister is even nicer to you than she is to me and Ah Ming. It’s we who should be envious of you."

"Her being nice to me is the same as being nice to you," Wen Qiao glared at him, "If she wasn’t a little nicer, what would you do if the wife you waited 28 years for ran away?"

Fu Jinghen asked in surprise, "So I have a wife now?"

"..." Wen Qiao gritted her teeth, "Fu Jinghen, don’t act all innocent after taking advantage."

Fu Jinghen leaned in swiftly and stole a kiss from Wen Qiao’s face, "It’s the wife, and the wife is always right."

Wen Qiao instinctively looked towards the kitchen door. After all, there were two other people outside, and she always felt a flutter of worry—how embarrassing would it be if they were seen?

"Don’t worry, they won’t come over."

"So that’s your excuse for mischief?"