My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 777 - 775: I Love You, and I Will Always Love You
He lowered his head just as Wen Qiao also lifted hers to look at him; her eyes, freshly soaked with tears, were brimming with water and full of grievances toward Fu Jinghen.
The face of the person in his arms was bloodless and pale, except for her reddened eye sockets and the tip of her nose. Wisps of hair clung to her cheeks, giving her a delicate and fragile beauty.
Fu Jinghen tenderly kissed her eyes, and Wen Qiao subconsciously closed them. Her eyelashes trembled, brushing against his lips, and brought with them a ticklish sensation.
Her eyelashes still bore tear drops, which Fu Jinghen tasted in his mouth, finding them bitterly.
"Because of these two dreams that absolutely couldn’t have happened, you cried like this?"
"How could they not happen," Wen Qiao said. "They just happened in my dream."
"What are these messy dreams about?" Fu Jinghen pulled Wen Qiao from the blanket into his lap and draped the blanket over her to keep her from getting cold. "My heart has only you and has always been only you. Where does this ’white moonlight’ come from? Even if there is one, it would only be you."
"And Yang Lan, all my understanding of love began to accumulate only after you. Don’t say I didn’t notice her feelings for me before—if I had noticed, our marriage was already fixed by then, and I wouldn’t have liked her, let alone have anything to do with her."
"And about divorce, my only wish right now is to marry you back home. How could I possibly divorce you for someone else?"
"And children, do I abuse you usually or what? When you’re lively and hopping about, I never made you do chores, and when you were eight or nine months pregnant, I wouldn’t even go to the company but stayed home with you every day. How could I bear to make you clear the table?" Fu Jinghen playfully flicked Wen Qiao’s perky nose. "Ungrateful little one, making me look so bad in your dreams."
Wen Qiao shrank her neck and said nothing.
Fu Jinghen did not treat Wen Qiao’s dreams as a joke. Instead, he seriously dissected each part with her, ultimately refuting the events that occurred in her dream, all the while making sure to tuck the blanket tightly around her.
Wen Qiao’s mood had completely calmed down, her mind swirling with the phrase "My only wish right now is to marry you back home."
Bitterness and grievances vanished, replaced by sweetness and contentment filling her heart.
Wen Qiao’s slender arms clung to Fu Jinghen’s shoulders, her head buried in his chest, her whole body boneless as she nestled in his embrace, "I don’t know why I had such dreams; they felt so real that they scared me..."
"Dreams are always the opposite. Besides you, I won’t fall in love with anyone else." Fu Jinghen held his treasure in his arms tightly, pausing between each word, "I love you and will always love you."
Perhaps due to the nervousness caused by menstrual pain, Wen Qiao’s tear ducts were particularly sensitive today, and her eyes started to moisten again. She tilted her head and rubbed it against Fu Jinghen’s coat, then lifted her chin and kissed his throat, "I will always love you too."
An indescribable tingling sensation spread from where Wen Qiao had kissed, and the man’s Adam’s apple rolled once, his grip on her tightening. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Yet Wen Qiao seemed oblivious to it all, her fingertips lightly scratching his throat curiously as she played with it.
Fu Jinghen closed his eyes, caught her mischievous hand, and held it within his own. When he spoke again, his voice had turned hoarse, "Baby, if you keep playing, something’s going to happen."
