My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 757 - 755: Hungrier Elsewhere

Fu Jinghen shook his head and nuzzled against her shoulder, "I want to eat the food you make."

Wen Qiao’s heart melted at his gesture, no longer able to stay angry. She unbuckled her seat belt and gestured for Fu Jinghen to get out of the car, "Okay, then I’ll go home and cook for you. Let’s switch, I’ll drive, and you can snack on the treats you bought me to hold you over."

Fu Jinghen nodded his agreement. Where Wen Qiao couldn’t see, a mysterious light flickered in his eyes.

His slightly stiff hair brushed against Wen Qiao’s neck, making her shiver involuntarily.

To make his act more convincing, on the way home, Fu Jinghen kept his eyes closed the whole time, with a slight frown on his face, looking genuinely unwell.

Wen Qiao, worried about Fu Jinghen, drove quickly, and soon reached the apartment.

In the elevator, Fu Jinghen clung tightly to Wen Qiao, leaning most of his weight on her, and whispered in her ear how uncomfortable he was.

Wen Qiao felt incredibly sorry and guilty. She knew Fu Jinghen would get jealous, yet she had still gone to have dinner with Lin Luang. Couldn’t they have simply communicated via WeChat? 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

She was wearing high heels today, so it wasn’t too uncomfortable with Fu Jinghen bending over and leaning on her.

Wen Qiao rubbed the fuzzy head at her shoulder, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone to go to dinner. From now on, except for when I go to work, I’ll join you for every meal."

Fu Jinghen grasped her other hand that dangled by her side, his fingers habitually pinching hers, and answered with a "Okay."

Once the elevator arrived at their floor, Fu Jinghen stood up a bit straighter. Wen Qiao led him out, pressed her fingerprint, and opened the door.

As she reached for the light switch on the wall, she said, "You sit on the sofa for a bit, I—"

Just as Wen Qiao touched the switch and turned on the light, Fu Jinghen scooped her up from behind, lifting her onto the low cabinet by the entrance. His hand held hers, and he leaned down to kiss her.

He punished her by biting her lip, then delved deeper.

Wen Qiao turned her head to avoid his kiss, one hand trapped in his grip. She used the other to push against his shoulder, trying to create some distance between them, "Wait to kiss me, I need to make your meal first."

"No need, not hungry," said Fu Jinghen. He leaned in again, his hand, adept and eager, slipped under the hem of her top, caressing her waist with unresolved longing, his voice growing huskier, "I’m hungry for something else."

The newly turned-on lights were abruptly switched off with a soft "click."

The well-lit living room was plunged back into darkness.

The words Wen Qiao wanted to say were blocked, and only then did she realize Fu Jinghen, the cunning man, was faking his suffering.

And to think he said he would never deceive her, all just lies.

She was dressed in a beige trench coat today, with a white loose sweater designed with a crisscross pattern underneath, along with tight jeans. The short style of the outer sweater would reveal a slice of waist whenever she raised her arm, practically an open invitation for Fu Jinghen’s convenience.

The darkness didn’t hinder the man at all. Fu Jinghen securely carried Wen Qiao to the couch and sat down, his hands skillfully finding their way and undoing the clasps of Wen Qiao’s inner garment, pressing on.

In the darkness, every sound seemed magnified countless times. Wen Qiao felt the light kisses Fu Jinghen placed on her ear and neck, and heard him softly gasping her name, calling her "baby." Her heart was torn between anger and embarrassment. She resisted the trembling sensations and reached out to twist his waist.

"Fu Jinghen!"