My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 682 - 680: Keep it Down

Fu Jinghen blinked slowly, "Baby, are the bad things in your eyes only this simple?"

"..."

Wen Qiao’s face turned red, and she forced herself to straighten up and turned Fu Jinghen’s face back, "Just focus on washing the dishes, no slacking off."

Fu Jinghen slowed down and sighed, "I have no motivation without a reward."

How has he become so shameless? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Wen Qiao’s mouth gaped open in an "o" shape, "Fu Jinghen, you’ve changed. You’re not the aloof Fu Jinghen I met for the first time."

"Why would I keep up the aloofness just in front of you?"

Fu Jinghen’s gaze lowered to her lips, his intentions could not be more obvious. After waiting for a while and seeing that Wen Qiao still hadn’t reacted, he sighed again and turned his head back.

Wen Qiao exclaimed, "You’re really annoying now."

Though she said this, she still tiptoed closer to him.

Wen Qiao initially intended to just peck his cheek quickly—something casual—but Fu Jinghen timed it perfectly, turning his head back as she moved closer.

Their lips touched, and Wen Qiao’s eyes widened, seemingly accusing Fu Jinghen of a sneak attack.

Just as she thought about retreating, a mild pain brushed her lower lip, and she instinctively whimpered, "Why did you bite me?"

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her, and she was pinned against the kitchen counter.

"Qiaoqiao, be quiet. We wouldn’t want to draw them over."

?

What does "be quiet" mean?

What was he planning to do?

Before Wen Qiao could voice her questions, Fu Jinghen had already covered her lips with his. Having lost the initiative, and in a dazed state, she felt that she should not always be so passive, always left spellbound by Fu Jinghen. Leaning in, she hooked her arms around his neck.

Just as this thought settled, she felt Fu Jinghen’s body suddenly tense.

Ah, she was right.

But before she could even rejoice, she had to brace herself for an even more intense and passionate kiss.

A moist and ambiguous atmosphere quickly spread around them.

-

In the living room, Fu Qiang watched TV without distraction, while Qi Ming played a game beside her. After finishing a game round, he stretched his neck and glanced towards the kitchen, "Eh," he remarked, "Did we use a lot of plates and bowls today? Why is it taking so long to wash them?"

"..."

Fu Qiang paused in her seed-cracking endeavor, not shifting her gaze at all. She accurately landed a smack on the back of Qi Ming’s head and twisted it back around, "Adult matters aren’t for kids to worry about. Just play your game."

"... Oh."

Qi Ming felt like he vaguely discovered something.

"Hey, by the way, Mom, let’s not order from Lianxiang Garden anymore. It seems like they’ve changed chefs; the food isn’t as good as before."

"Shush!" Fu Qiang nervously glanced towards the kitchen, then turned and kicked Qi Ming, "Do you need to talk so loudly, afraid that they won’t hear you?"

"Ouch, you think they don’t know if I don’t mention it? They both ate at Lianxiang Garden just a few days ago; can’t they tell the difference?"

"And besides, you think your cooking skills are unknown to Little Aunt? As if Little Uncle wouldn’t know?"

"Get lost, as if you only have a mouth to talk."