My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 739 - 737: You Started the Fire, You Put It Out

Fu Jinghen, mindful of her high heels, bent down cooperatively, making sure she didn’t have to tug too hard, "So, can I ask what kind of punishment the organization would give me if I told the truth?"

"Oh, if it’s the truth, then the punishment is that you’re not allowed in bed tonight."

Wen Qiao looked like she was being perfectly reasonable.

"..."

Is this the reduced punishment?

Fu Jinghen’s brow furrowed slightly, "But I don’t remember."

"You don’t remember? Oh, that’s easy," Wen Qiao nodded, her index finger lazily drawing circles on his chest, "then spend tonight outside thinking about it, and come back inside when you remember."

Fu Jinghen finally understood what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot.

He shouldn’t have teased Wen Qiao.

"I really don’t remember." Fu Jinghen kissed Wen Qiao’s lips in a mollifying manner, "After all these years, if I still remembered, wouldn’t my baby be even more upset?"

Wen Qiao was momentarily dazed by his allure and her grip on his tie loosened.

Just as Fu Jinghen was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Wen Qiao suddenly snapped back to reality, her pull on his tie stronger than before, "Not remembering doesn’t cut it. You started this conversation, and it’s not up to you when it ends. Come clean quickly."

As Wen Qiao’s words fell, two passersby entered her peripheral vision.

The pair kept throwing appraising glances their way.

"Wow, this couple is so good-looking and stylish."

"That woman is so assertive, holding the man’s tie like that. In my head, I’ve already dubbed her saying, ’Man, you need to take care of the fire you started.’"

Wen Qiao: "....."

These people must have read too many romance novels.

Before Wen Qiao could say anything, a young child’s voice reached their ears.

"Mommy, why are that uncle and auntie standing so weirdly? What are they doing?"

Wen Qiao stiffened, her eyes shifting away.

She saw a gently-dressed woman covering her little boy’s eyes while hurrying past them, "The uncle and auntie are sharing their feelings, little kids shouldn’t watch everything."

"..."

Fu Jinghen had also heard their conversation and lifted her facemask a bit, then held onto Wen Qiao’s hand that was clutching his tie, chuckling, "Baby, are you sure you want to keep discussing this topic out here like this?"

The tie in her hand suddenly became a hot potato; Wen Qiao quickly let go, pushing Fu Jinghen, "Stand up straight, don’t lean on me."

"Wasn’t it my baby who pulled me over here first?" Fu Jinghen innocently said.

"Shut up," Wen Qiao stamped her foot, pushing Fu Jinghen forward, "Let’s go, this is embarrassing."

Fu Jinghen followed beside her, chuckling softly.

Wen Qiao turned and glared at him fiercely, "Stop laughing, it’s all your fault. If you don’t explain everything when we get back, you’ll be keeping company with the couch for the next week."

Fu Jinghen’s laughter ceased abruptly, his expression turning serious, "Baby, I think we can still talk it over."

"No negotiations." Wen Qiao’s tone was cold and ruthless, "You better start thinking about how you’re going to explain things in a way that won’t make me angry."

"..."

This was indeed a monumental challenge for him.

Just as Fu Jinghen was wearing a frown, his phone vibrated. He pulled it out and took a look, his brow smoothing out.