My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 701 - 699: Rewards and Compensation

"I believe, I believe."

How could I not believe?

If I said I didn’t believe Fu Jinghen, wouldn’t I be slapping my own face?

The truth is, Wen Qiao wasn’t really angry. Instead of fury, she felt more shy.

Although she did like Fu Jinghen’s touch, and she enjoyed his kisses and hugs, waking up to that startling image—coupled with the dream she had—mixed her emotions, so she had to use anger to cover up her embarrassment.

Moreover, after she slapped Fu Jinghen, he didn’t get angry or turn away, instead, he soothed her first.

Wen Qiao pursed her lips and gently touched the slap mark on his face, "Does it hurt? Why is it so red? I didn’t think I used much force."

Fu Jinghen saw the concern in Wen Qiao’s eyes and seized the moment to nod, "A little, you treated me like a rapist, how could it not be strong?"

Wen Qiao panicked, "Will it fade by tomorrow? Tomorrow we have to go send Sister Fu Qiang off; if she sees it, it’ll ruin my gentle and lovely image."

"...."

Fu Jinghen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is that what you’re worried about?"

Wen Qiao, sensing danger, spoke righteously, "Of course not! I’m definitely worried about your face. It’s such a handsome face, and now it’s marred by a slap mark, which is so jarring and spoils the beauty. If your subordinates see it, it won’t be a good look either." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Fu Jinghen snorted, clearly not buying Wen Qiao’s words.

Wen Qiao turned over and lay on the bed, leaning in to examine the slap mark on Fu Jinghen’s face closely, her fingertips unconsciously caressing his cheek, "Oh, this little cheek... should I apply some concealer for you, or maybe you should wear a mask for the next few days?"

Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao had different focuses. His gaze shifted, falling on Wen Qiao’s lips, "Don’t you think you should make some gesture of goodwill?"

"..."

Wen Qiao wasn’t blind to his hint, and her concern immediately dissipated by half.

This old man is always thinking about demanding rewards and compensation.

"Not really."

Wen Qiao propped herself up, sat on the edge of the bed, put on her slippers, and prepared to leave. Fu Jinghen pulled her wrist from behind; she turned her head to look at him, and Fu Jinghen was staring at her eagerly, "I think a little gesture would be appropriate."

"Ah, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet, I despise you."

After saying that, she shook off Fu Jinghen’s hand and scampered to the bathroom in her slippers.

Watching Wen Qiao run away, Fu Jinghen laughed helplessly.

He simply had no way to handle Wen Qiao.

When Fu Jinghen came into the bathroom after spreading the sheets, Wen Qiao was gargling. She saw Fu Jinghen’s reflection in the mirror and moved aside to give him half the space.

Fu Jinghen stepped forward, taking the toothbrush and cup.

Wen Qiao spat out the water in her mouth, asking, "Isn’t this toothbrush one of the ones I bought, is it?"

Wen Qiao had left in a hurry the day before and hadn’t had time to find Fu Jinghen toiletries. Later, she sent him a message telling him where these items were stored, asking him to find them himself.

"Uh, no, I went out and bought it after."

Fu Jinghen started brushing his teeth with toothpaste.

"Why didn’t you use the ones I bought?"

Fu Jinghen’s mouth was full of toothbrush and foam, not conducive to speaking. He could only point at Wen Qiao’s pink toothbrush, then at his own black one, to indicate he disapproved of her toothbrush’s girly color.