My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 709 - 707: No One Compares to You

Wen Qiao "oh"ed in acknowledgment, "You tell me."

"She’s the only girl in the Yang Family, with two older brothers above her, but she’s not the favorite. It must have been tough for her to get to where she is today. Maybe it’s because of her environment that she developed that personality. It’s not directed at you. Of course, if she really is targeting you, I definitely won’t stand by and do nothing."

Wen Qiao thought back carefully to the way Yang Lan looked at her, with disdain and cold indifference from on high. After hearing Jinghen’s explanation, it seemed as though she gained a new understanding.

"So a woman with such high standards takes a fancy to you; you must be incredibly pleased with yourself, huh?"

"You’re talking nonsense again." Jinghen pinched Wen Qiao’s face. "In my heart, no one can compare to you."

Wen Qiao huffed, "Such sweet talk."

"Don’t believe me?"

"I believe, I believe. Just teasing you."

The same words spoken by different people can have different effects. If someone like Huo Mutian, a high-born gentleman, said that, Wen Qiao certainly wouldn’t believe it. But hearing Jinghen say it made her feel so sweet inside.

She slid down from Jinghen’s body, "Okay, let’s eat. Sister Tiantian said you’ve been in meetings all morning, and the porridge this morning wasn’t even nice. Hurry up and eat something more to make up for it."

Jinghen smiled as he watched her lay out the food for him, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Wen Qiao checked the temperature of the food through the container, it was just right. As she was about to invite Jinghen to eat, something suddenly struck her, and she slapped her forehead, "I forgot to bring chopsticks."

Jinghen: "..."

This little scatterbrain, forgetting to bring clothes when taking a shower, forgetting chopsticks at mealtime—what on earth does she keep in that little head of hers all day?

Wen Qiao looked at Jinghen with a pitiful expression, "What do we do? Should we just use our hands?"

Jinghen, both helpless and amused, gave her a look and pinched her face hard, "Wait here."

Having said that, he got up and walked out.

Wen Qiao watched expectantly in the direction of the doorway. It wasn’t long before Jinghen came back, holding two pairs of disposable chopsticks.

Oh, right.

How could she have forgotten that it didn’t matter if she didn’t bring chopsticks—Jinghen would surely have some spares.

Jinghen handed the chopsticks to her. She smiled sheepishly, "When I was packing the food, all I could think about was you. I got distracted and forgot about such a small matter as bringing chopsticks."

"Really?" Although Jinghen knew she was mostly making excuses for herself, he was still pleased, "Since when has my presence weighed so heavily in your heart?"

"It always has been important, okay?" Wen Qiao hurriedly wrapped her arms around Jinghen’s neck and gave him a big kiss on the face to show her sincerity, then pleaded pitifully, "Don’t you believe what I’m saying?"

The one thing Jinghen couldn’t resist was Wen Qiao being affectionate with him. Now, even if he didn’t believe her, he became firmly convinced.

"Why wouldn’t I believe you?" He took her arms away from around his neck, helping her to sit properly.

For the first time, Wen Qiao tried to cop a cuddle and was pushed away by Jinghen, leaving her stunned. The act of playing hurt turned into genuine upset as she clung to his neck, refusing to let go.

"If you keep hugging me like that, we won’t be able to have our meal."

"..."

Wen Qiao withdrew her arms in a second and moved a little step to the left, distancing herself from Jinghen, "You should have said earlier that you can’t control yourself; honestly..."