My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 162 - 161: Want to Hold

Chapter 162: Chapter 161: Want to Hold

Wen Qiao was rubbing her eyes as she crawled out of bed, nearly forgetting what day it was.

She sat on the bed, holding the blanket around her, and looked around in a daze.

The room was completely darkened by the thick curtains, with not a sliver of light to be seen. The air conditioner hummed softly, blowing out cold air, making the bedroom with its black and white minimalist design seem utterly vast.

Suddenly, Wen Qiao felt a wave of grievance surge within her, as if she had been abandoned.

But no sooner had this feeling surfaced, someone pushed the door open from outside.

"Awake?"

Wen Qiao instinctively looked up to see the brightness outlining the man’s figure at the door, but she couldn’t make out his expression.

"Where did you go?"

Wen Qiao’s voice carried the raspiness of having just woken up, with a hint of coy complaint.

"In the study."

Fu Jinghen walked in, drawing the curtains open just a crack to let in the morning sunlight.

Just a beam of light came in, not enough to dazzle.

"What time is it now?" Wen Qiao asked.

"Half past eight."

"Really?" Wen Qiao was taken aback: "I’ve only slept for eight hours?"

"......"

Fu Jinghen seemed to find her use of the word "only" a bit baffling.

He walked over and pulled back the covers: "Get up, let’s eat."

"I want to wash my face and wake up a bit."

Fu Jinghen nodded.

Wen Qiao had slept exceptionally long, her body felt limp, and she was somewhat reluctant to move. Sitting on the bed, she extended her arms towards Fu Jinghen: "I want a hug."

Fu Jinghen stood by the bed and looked down at her. Although he didn’t speak, Wen Qiao read an implied sentence on his face—

"Did you break your legs or something, needing someone to carry you the few steps from the bed to the bathroom? Do I need to wash your face for you too?"

Wen Qiao pouted and sighed, murmuring to herself: "Ah, being a woman is truly so hard. I can’t balance career and family. I left for a month to film, and upon returning, my fiancé is already so cold toward me."

"How am I supposed to go on with life? Will the next time I come back be to news of our engagement being called off?"

The final "Ah," Wen Qiao delivered with dramatic turns and heartfelt emotion.

When she snapped back to reality, she found herself in Fu Jinghen’s arms.

Her legs naturally wrapped around his waist, and her arms circled his neck as she finally saw eye-to-eye with him.

Wen Qiao blinked, and blinked again, her ears feeling a bit warm under her hair upon realizing their current position.

How to put it...

This posture was akin to holding a child, yet it also carried an indescribable hint of intimacy.

"Didn’t see that coming, Mr. Fu, you’re quite the dark horse, enjoying holding me like this."

Her ears might be warm, but Wen Qiao’s mouth was never one to hold back.

As soon as she finished speaking, a sense of weightlessness took over, causing her to scream instinctively. Her arms tightened and her legs, wrapped around Fu Jinghen’s waist, clenched forcefully to prevent herself from falling off him.

Wen Qiao looked into Fu Jinghen’s eyes, unsettled, and read another unspoken message—

"If you keep taking advantage while pretending innocence, I’ll put you down to walk on your own."

In less than a minute, Fu Jinghen demonstrated the consequences of Wen Qiao teasing him without knowing restraint.

Wuu.

Scary.

So scary.

Wen Qiao wilted, wrapping her arms around Fu Jinghen’s neck and burying her head in his shoulder, no longer speaking.

Seeing that she had finally quieted down, Fu Jinghen was content, his mouth curving into a satisfied smile.