My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 761 - 759: Strawberry Mark

"Which bathroom do you like, baby? The one outside or the inside one?" Jinghen asked sincerely.

"I don’t like either!" Wen Qiao’s legs, dangling beside Jinghen, kept swinging wildly, struggling to escape from Jinghen’s clutches, "Put me down, I don’t want this!"

"Then let’s go with the outside one, it has a bit more space."

Jinghen played dumb to the end, remaining indifferent no matter how Wen Qiao struggled and objected.

The bathroom door slid open and then shut, completely isolating the woman’s exclamations inside.

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For three days in a row, Jinghen had thoroughly made Wen Qiao feel his reluctance to part with her.

Had Wen Qiao not known that Jinghen had never dated or been with any other woman before, she would have surely thought he was a seasoned pro.

On the day of the trip to Hai City, Wen Qiao, while changing clothes, saw a sprinkling of kiss marks on her body in the mirror and immediately her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

She didn’t even bother finishing changing, storming out of the bedroom enraged.

"Jinghen!"

Jinghen was in the living room packing luggage for Wen Qiao and turned around upon hearing the little girl call out his name with full of anger.

"What’s wrong?"

Wen Qiao pulled at her own collar, tilting her chin up to give Jinghen a clearer view. Annoyed, she pointed to the marks on her chest and said, "Do you belong to a dog or something? You just have to leave some kind of mark on your territory."

Red marks dotted her pale skin, like red plums suddenly blooming in a field of white snow, strikingly conspicuous.

Jinghen’s gaze involuntarily darkened, and he went over to pull her into his arms, gently stroking the marks.

The man’s fingertips, with a thin layer of calluses, triggered a wave of itchiness wherever they touched.

Feeling the heat of his breath drawing closer, Wen Qiao snapped to her senses in a sudden alarm and hastily pushed Jinghen away, pulling her collar tight and crossing her hands over her chest, glaring at him with wide eyes, "I wanted you to look at the crimes you’ve committed, not to compound them!"

Zhenghen shamelessly said, "One more won’t make a difference."

Wen Qiao’s mouth fell open in shock, seemingly unable to believe that those words had come from his lips.

Was this the same President Fu who had been uninterested in women, someone with an air of integrity, who wouldn’t even help her up after seeing her sprawled on the ground?

Wen Qiao grabbed a cushion from the sofa and hurled it at him: "I’m attending the ceremony the day after tomorrow, how am I supposed to wear a dress like this! They’re all sticking out!"

Jinghen too realized he might have gone too far when he saw the kiss marks; the little girl’s skin was delicate, and even a bit of pressure left very obvious traces that, at a glance, seemed quite shocking indeed.

He had intended to let Wen Qiao hit him a few times to vent her anger, but upon hearing her words, he caught the cushion from her hands, scooped her into his arms, and sat down on the sofa.

Wen Qiao was pressed onto his lap, unable to move.

Jinghen looked at her gravely: "If it shows from that low a position, how revealing is your dress?"

"It would show even if the dress isn’t revealing," Wen Qiao retorted with an irritated roll of her eyes, "Do you think you only left a strawberry mark? They’ve all joined up, okay."

"What does the dress look like?" Jinghen said, "Show me."

"No."

Wen Qiao wasn’t foolish; if Jinghen saw her dress, the possessive old-fashioned man would undoubtedly insist she change it.