My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 732 - 730: I Like the Old One

"Being childish makes you seem younger." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Wen Qiao was stunned, shocked by Fu Jinghen’s words for quite some time before she could recover.

It was indeed the first time she had heard such a statement.

"Why would you want to look younger?"

Wen Qiao was curious about this.

Fu Jinghen looked down at her: "Isn’t it to make the age difference between us seem smaller, so you wouldn’t always dislike me for being older?"

Wen Qiao was amused by his serious statement. She stretched out two index fingers, placed them at the corners of his mouth, and lifted upwards: "You don’t need to bother, I like older."

However, Fu Jinghen was not quite satisfied with her response: "Shouldn’t you say I am not old?"

"..."

Wen Qiao choked, "Okay, you’re not old, you’re the most handsome, the youngest, baby likes Uncle Fu the most."

Fu Jinghen grabbed her hand and kissed it: "Although it sounds a bit contrived, I can barely accept it."

Wen Qiao’s expression changed in a second; she pulled her hand away just as the elevator reached the first floor, and she turned around and walked out: "Take it back, take it back, I take back everything I just said, you don’t have to force yourself."

Fu Jinghen followed her with a smile: "Baby, wait for me."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qiao immediately quickened her pace: "Who’s waiting for you!"

Fu Jinghen hurried and caught up, grabbing her hand: "Walk slower, did you forget you almost fell in the elevator just now?"

Wen Qiao struggled a bit: "It’s because you annoyed me."

Fu Jinghen held her hand and tucked it into his coat pocket: "I apologize, baby, don’t be mad."

"If apologies worked, what would we need the police for?" Wen Qiao, feeling the warmth from Fu Jinghen’s pocket, stuffed her other hand in as well, and shuffled along beside Fu Jinghen: "It’s not fair, why are your hands always warmer than mine?"

Fu Jinghen watched her funny walking posture and commented: "Maybe it’s because they need to keep you warm, that’s why they’re so warm."

"Slick talker." Wen Qiao turned her head and looked outside: "Hey, the sun’s out."

Fu Jinghen also looked outside and led Wen Qiao to the side, raising his hand to fasten her coat.

"What are you doing, I don’t want that," Wen Qiao resisted with a full face: "I said this morning I’m not fastening my buttons."

Fu Jinghen coaxed her: "Listen, dear, it wasn’t windy this morning, now it is, it’s different."

"But it wasn’t sunny this morning either." Wen Qiao was unwilling to fasten her buttons no matter what.

"You went straight into the car after leaving the house in the morning and didn’t go out until you arrived at the office. Now, we have to walk over, it’ll be cold."

Wen Qiao struggled in vain: "I’m not cold."

"If you’re not cold, why are your hands so cold?"

Wen Qiao crossed her arms tightly over her chest, the very picture of a virtuous woman resolute in her refusal: "Have you ever heard of a coldness called ’your boyfriend thinks you’re cold’?"

"It’s not just me who thinks so, you’ll feel cold too. Listen, let me do it."

Fu Jinghen’s tone carried an undeniable command, disregarding Wen Qiao’s opposition, and fastened the buttons of the coat from top to bottom, not missing a single one.

Wen Qiao, facing the lobby’s glass window and reflecting on her appearance, disliked it immensely, tugging at her own clothes: "So ugly."

"It’s not ugly." Fu Jinghen gripped her hands firmly to prevent her from unbuttoning.

Wen Qiao gave up resisting: "Whatever then, I’m going out with you anyway. If I look ugly, it’s you who will be embarrassed."

Fu Jinghen, holding her hand, led her outside, "I said it’s not ugly, you always look beautiful, baby."