My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 785 - 783: I am yours, always have been yours

Wen Qiao’s lips uncontrollably curved upward.

She was a very common woman, not at all a saintly type. She didn’t feel bad about comparing herself to others. When the man she loved praised her so frankly, her heart truly felt delighted.

The thorn in her heart was immediately pulled out, and she happily snuggled into Fu Jinghen’s arms, "Really? I also think I am prettier than her."

Fu Jinghen kept one hand on her back and tapped her forehead with the other, "I don’t know what you daydream about all the time. You dream about me cheating, and you think I have feelings for Wen Shu. If I had previous women, your worries would make sense, but I’ve had only you by my side for so many years. How can you still think all these messy thoughts?"

"Because you are too good," Wen Qiao pouted, "I am afraid others will steal you away from me."

When you deeply love someone, you always live in fear and suspicion, feeling like the whole world likes him and being alert to every person of the opposite sex that appears around him, ready to sound the alarm at any disturbance.

"You are better, so I should be the one worrying," Fu Jinghen lowered his head, his forehead resting against hers, affectionately rubbing her nose with his, "Don’t worry about anything. I am yours, always have been, and nobody can take me away."

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The two dallied for a while, leaving Wen Qiao with only ten minutes to get ready. Since there were no strangers joining for dinner, she decided against putting on makeup. She casually tied her hair in a bun, changed clothes, and went out with Fu Jinghen.

Wen Qiao had wanted to wear a skirt, but Fu Jinghen vetoed the idea, so she reluctantly wore warm long clothes. Before they left, Fu Jinghen put a padded jacket on her and wrapped her tightly with a scarf.

If it had been before, Wen Qiao would definitely have made a fuss about not wanting to wear it, thinking it too ugly. But the vague unease in her heart had been soothed by Fu Jinghen’s immense patience, and she was like a cat that had its fur stroked the right way, obeying whatever Fu Jinghen said.

The man told her what to do, and she obediently put on even the long underwear.

Fu Jinghen wrapped the scarf around her, Wen Qiao turned her head to look in the mirror, seeing her puffed-up reflection, she laughed, "I look like a bear the way you’ve bundled me up."

Fu Jinghen bent down and kissed her cheek, putting on her mask, "But still the prettiest bear."

After getting Wen Qiao ready, he took his coat from the hanger and put it on.

Their reflections in the mirror showed a man dressed in a gray and black, suave and upright, and a woman in soft white, distinctly different styles yet somehow, standing together, they matched harmoniously.

Wen Qiao stretched her hand out of her sleeve and offered it, "Hold my hand."

Fu Jinghen opened his hand, his fingers intertwining with Wen Qiao’s, and with a press of the wrist, their fingers locked tightly.

He naturally held the young woman’s hand and tucked it into his coat pocket, grabbed the room key, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

When they reached the elevator, Qi Ming and the others were already waiting there.

Qi Ming had forgotten to ask Wen Qiao which room she was staying in, felt it inappropriate to knock, and just as he was about to call and ask, hearing footsteps, he turned around and laughed, "Little Aunt, did you just come back from the Arctic or what? Why are you wrapped up like a bear?"