My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 759 - 757: Weren’t You Tormented Enough Just Now?

Fu Jinghen looked up at the sound and just caught Wen Qiao dodging his gaze.

The young girl was angrily biting her straw, her long and dense eyelashes casting a shadow below her eyes. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Taking it out on the straw as if it were me?"

Wen Qiao let go of the straw and said, "You know and still you ask."

The carton had been filled with air, and suddenly Wen Qiao loosened her mouth, the pressure vanished, and the liquid inside rushed out through the straw, sending a small stream splashing onto Wen Qiao’s clothes.

"..."

Wen Qiao felt a chill on her chest, looked down, and immediately frowned.

She agitatedly tugged at her shirt, her eyes intently fixed on the stain as if she wished she could stare it away.

Fu Jinghen pulled out a tissue, walked around to her side, and squatted down to wipe it off for her, "No big deal, if it’s dirty, just wash it. What’s there to be upset about?"

Wen Qiao stared at the crown of the man’s head and said, "Then you wash it."

"Since I moved in, which piece of clothing haven’t I washed?"

"....."

That seemed true.

Wen Qiao showed no hint of embarrassment as she challenged Fu Jinghen, "Then you hand wash it. This shirt is expensive; it can’t go in the washing machine."

Fu Jinghen didn’t hesitate, "Alright."

After soaking up most of the juice, Fu Jinghen still didn’t stand up but looked up at Wen Qiao, "Are you still angry, baby?"

Wen Qiao looked down, her gaze clashing with his, and she shook her head, "Not angry anymore."

She was just mad that he hadn’t eaten and wasn’t taking good care of his own body. After being pacified by him like that, her anger had long since turned into guilt. Even though Fu Jinghen had just wroyed her, it was something she had already agreed to make up for.

"Are you not upset about both matters?"

Wen Qiao’s eyes involuntarily glanced towards the sofa. Halfway through, realizing what she was doing, she quickly averted her gaze.

Seeing this, Fu Jinghen immediately understood her little scheme and couldn’t help teasing her, "What’s on your mind, baby?"

With an expressionless face, Wen Qiao pinched his ear, "Nothing, just sit back down and eat your food."

Fu Jinghen stood up and kissed her lips, then brought the juice to her mouth, "Drink properly, don’t blow into it again. If you’re really upset, just bite me."

Wen Qiao took the juice and huffed, "Go away, I despise you."

Fu Jinghen laughed and sat back down to continue eating.

Perhaps it was because of affection that Wen Qiao automatically applied a filter to Fu Jinghen, making everything he did seem pleasing to her eye.

Even eating.

Wen Qiao propped her cheeks with her hands and stared at Fu Jinghen for a while. Then, thinking of something, her straight shoulders suddenly slumped.

The time they spent together day and night made Wen Qiao feel as if she were soaking in a jar of honey, and the thought of having to fly far away to Hai City soon made her quite reluctant to leave.

She kicked off her slippers, and her delicate feet climbed onto the man’s leg across from her.

Fu Jinghen’s hand, which was holding chopsticks, paused, and he looked at Wen Qiao and raised an eyebrow, "Weren’t you already tormented enough just now?"

Wen Qiao’s shoulders sank, and she lay her head on the table, looking at Fu Jinghen with a pitiful little expression, "I have to start work in a couple of days. I have to go to Hai City."

Fu Jinghen had always known Wen Qiao’s schedule and was well aware of when she would leave. Seeing her obviously reluctant to part with him now, his heart instantly melted.

He had almost finished his meal, so Fu Jinghen pushed his bowl aside, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and waved Wen Qiao over, "Come here."