My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 717 - 715: Especially Cute

Wen Qiao had thought Fu Jinghen was just saying it offhand, but he really did take her to a seafood restaurant, which also looked like it had been recently renovated.

Wen Qiao once again witnessed Uncle Fu’s ability to be jealous.

He really wanted to cover every aspect of Huo Mutian in her life cleanly.

Fu Jinghen walked with Wen Qiao to a private room. Having an entertainment industry wife meant they always had to reserve a private room wherever they dined. Fu Jinghen never minded, but sometimes Wen Qiao complained that eating in a private room didn’t have the vibrant atmosphere of the main dining area.

Fu Jinghen caught Wen Qiao smiling at him and turned his head to look at her, "What’s so funny?"

"Laughing at you being jealous," she said, shaking his hand playfully. "It’s especially adorable."

Perhaps it was the closer contact that afternoon and Wen Qiao’s indulgence, but Fu Jinghen got a bit carried away.

Listening to Wen Qiao’s somewhat schadenfreudian comment, he raised his eyebrows, gripped her hand tightly, and pulled her into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "I think you were especially adorable when I was teasing you this afternoon."

Wen Qiao was stunned, then her face turned red.

She twisted his waist fiercely, "Shut up!"

Fu Jinghen hissed in pain, but still didn’t learn his lesson, "You hit so hard, you were definitely cuter back then."

"Are you ever going to stop?"

Wen Qiao felt her head was about to explode. The scene on the couch that afternoon resurfaced in her mind. Her mood had just stabilized after a nap, and now it was on the verge of collapsing again.

She twisted his waist one more time. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

So his reserved, calm demeanor was all just an act before? This thuggish behavior was his true nature?

Men really do have a bad side.

"Alright, alright, no more," Fu Jinghen said, seeing Wen Qiao’s cheeks getting redder and fearing she might really get angry and walk away, which would be a real loss for him.

"Stay! Away! From! Me!"

Wen Qiao said each word distinctly, struggling in his arms.

The service staff leading the way stopped and turned back to look at them, "Sir, ma’am, your private room is ready."

Wen Qiao immediately resumed her calm and composed demeanor, nodding at the waiter, "Thank you."

Once the two of them entered the private room, Wen Qiao slid out of Fu Jinghen’s embrace like a slippery eel.

The tableware was already set up. Wen Qiao picked up the small scissors for eating crab and pointed them at Fu Jinghen, "You better behave yourself, I have tools on me now."

Fu Jinghen looked at her defensive posture and found it incredibly cute.

He sat across from Wen Qiao, "Understood. Put down what you’re holding so you don’t hurt yourself."

Seeing the distance between herself and Fu Jinghen was safe, Wen Qiao put down the scissors and huffed heavily, "Smelly thug."

"But I wasn’t thuggish to anyone else."

Fu Jinghen used Wen Qiao’s words to counter her.

"You still sound so righteous, huh?" Wen Qiao clenched her fists, her fair knuckles showing slight bulges from her grip. She hammered the table hard, "If you dare do that to someone else, you’re dead."

Whether it was Fu Jinghen’s delusion, he felt like it wasn’t the table Wen Qiao was hitting, but rather his head.

He immediately appeased Wen Qiao, "I already have you, naturally I won’t look at anyone else."