My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 702 - 700: This Is the Compensation I Wanted

Wen Qiao kicked him dissatisfiedly, "A big straight man who doesn’t appreciate the finer things."

Fu Jinghen mused, using a pink toothbrush was what constituted not appreciating the finer things for a straight man, then wouldn’t he be considered bent if he used one?

Seeing his odd expression, Wen Qiao thought he was doubting her words, and with a pout, she nudged him aside, "Get up, I need to wash my face."

"..."

Fu Jinghen, being roughly treated by his girlfriend early in the morning, reluctantly moved aside with his toothbrush in his mouth.

Wen Qiao glanced at Fu Jinghen beside her, who was silently emitting a sense of grievance, and couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth upward.

Fu Jinghen, seeing that, sighed as if resigned to his fate.

He was really like an ancestor to her.

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They had ordered takeaway for breakfast. Wen Qiao found a porridge shop with excellent ratings on a group-buying website. She wanted some century egg and lean pork porridge, but the reviews said that the shop’s version was only average and not as good as the seafood porridge. After some indecision, she ordered both, along with some side dishes.

She thought, if the century egg and lean pork porridge weren’t good, she’d just give it to Fu Jinghen.

Boyfriends were just like trash cans in disguise.

Once the takeaway arrived, Wen Qiao first tasted the century egg and lean pork porridge, finding it indeed mediocre. Then she tried the seafood porridge; the rice was soft and crumbled at the touch, and the savory taste spread through her mouth.

Wen Qiao immediately abandoned the longed-for century egg and lean pork porridge, pushing it towards Fu Jinghen, "Here, this is for you."

Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao as she pushed the unsatisfactory porridge towards him, and he was a bit speechless.

Was it really for him?

Was he certain both porridge orders weren’t for her, and then she decided to give him the less tasty one?

Was he a trash can?

After breakfast, Fu Jinghen went back to the room to change clothes, preparing to go to the company.

He had just finished tucking in his shirt when the bedroom door was pushed open from outside.

Turning his head, Fu Jinghen saw Wen Qiao happily bounding in, "I timed it just right."

"What do you want to do?"

"To tie your tie, of course."

Fu Jinghen smiled.

Wen Qiao walked over to the bed, picked up the black tie, and Fu Jinghen obligingly bent down. Wen Qiao slipped the tie around his neck, her hands circling the ends, giving a tug.

Fu Jinghen was pulled forward, his hands landing on her waist on either side, saying nothing, just silently looking at her.

Wen Qiao tilted her chin up, her lips brushing his faintly. Feeling the increased pressure of Fu Jinghen’s hands on her waist, Wen Qiao turned her head and planted a kiss on the side of his face that bore the imprint of her slap, "Compensation."

Fu Jinghen’s voice dropped, "Intentional?"

"What?" Wen Qiao looked at him innocently, "Isn’t this the compensation you wanted from me? I’ve satisfied you already."

Fu Jinghen’s palm encircled her waist, his tall frame pressing towards Wen Qiao, leaning down to capture her lips.

Wen Qiao gasped, her fists pounding against Fu Jinghen’s shoulders.

The man’s movements softened again and eventually he withdrew.

"Why did you bite me! It hurts, you know."

His forehead against Wen Qiao’s, "This is the reward I wanted."

"Oh."

"...So why don’t you bite me back?" Fu Jinghen hesitated as he suggested.

"Get lost," Wen Qiao tapped his head, "In the end, you’re the one who reaps the benefits."