My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 715 - 713: She is Sleeping

After a while, Fu Jinghen, having calmed his emotions, finally let go of Wen Qiao.

The moment she felt him release his grip, Wen Qiao immediately turned away from Fu Jinghen, quickly straightened her clothes, and then threw a pillow from behind at him, "You jerk!"

Fu Jinghen caught the pillow with a laugh, "Then you shouldn’t provoke me."

Wen Qiao glared at him furiously, pointing to his desk, "Go over there."

"Okay, okay, don’t be mad," Fu Jinghen put the pillow on the sofa and got up to walk behind the desk, "Why don’t you go to the rest room and tidy up?"

"Mind your own business!"

Wen Qiao glared at him fiercely again, stepped into her slippers, and walked heavily into the rest room, slamming the door shut behind her and cutting off Fu Jinghen’s smugly satisfied face.

Fu Jinghen shook his head with a chuckle, sat down in his chair, pulled out a document to read, and simultaneously tried to calm the restlessness still stirring within him.

As soon as Wen Qiao entered the rest room, she threw herself onto the bed. Her body curled up like a shrimp, clutching the quilt close, feeling immensely embarrassed and indignant.

All this talk about tranquility and desirelessness was just deceitful. These matters, if they happen once, they’ll happen again. If the scene Wen Qiao had awakened to that morning could still be seen as an accident by Fu Jinghen, his actions now, while sober, were entirely under his control.

She vowed silently that she would never come with Fu Jinghen to work again.

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As time passed, Fu Jinghen was busy with his work until he noticed the dimming light in the office, by which time the streetlights outside had already come on.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing at the time.

Six-thirty in the evening.

He looked towards the rest room, where the little girl had been the whole afternoon without ever coming out.

Was she still feeling shy?

After pondering for a while, Fu Jinghen pushed his chair back and walked over.

He knocked twice on the door; getting no response, he gently turned the doorknob and opened the door. The rest room was dark except for the light from outside filtering in.

She was asleep.

Fu Jinghen tiptoed over, sat beside the bed, and brushed a few strands of hair from Wen Qiao’s cheek.

A sudden brightness caught Fu Jinghen’s eye. He looked over; it was Wen Qiao’s cell phone.

Looking at the caller ID on the screen, Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow.

He picked up the phone, stood up, and walked over to the window to answer.

Huo Mutian’s voice came through the receiver, "Hey, beautiful, want to go out for dinner tonight? There’s a new seafood restaurant that’s supposed to be amazing. Want me to take you?"

"She’s sleeping," Fu Jinghen responded coolly.

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"Fu Jinghen?"

"That’s me."

Huo Mutian took a deep breath, "Is Wen Qiao with you right now?"

"Otherwise?" Fu Jinghen found the question somewhat amusing.

"Are you two...," Huo Mutian hesitated, "back together?"

"Yes."

After another deep breath, Huo Mutian’s voice grew colder, "I don’t believe it, put her on the phone, I want to talk to her."

"I told you she’s sleeping," impatience flickered across Fu Jinghen’s face, though his voice remained even, "As for the seafood restaurant Mr. Huo mentioned, I’ll take my wife there myself. Thanks for the suggestion."

Without waiting for a response, Fu Jinghen hung up.

Turning around, Fu Jinghen unexpectedly met Wen Qiao’s gaze. He paused, a surge of nervousness flooding him.

Having answered her phone without her permission, he wondered if she would be angry.