My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 186 - 184: Definitely Not Young

Chapter 186: Chapter 184: Definitely Not Young

These words undoubtedly hit below the belt on Fu Jinghen’s masculine dignity as he lowered his eyes to the little woman waving her arms in front of him and clicked his tongue, "What’s the matter with you today, acting out like this?"

Seeing Fu Jinghen gradually advancing towards her, Wen Qiao’s momentum weakened suddenly, and she couldn’t help but step back, "I, I didn’t do anything."

Fu Jinghen followed her retreating steps forward until he cornered her against the wall and then halted his advancing footsteps.

He raised his hand to lift her chin, forcing her to look directly at him, "Have I been spoiling you too much? Is that why you’re so unrestrained?"

Here it comes.

The classic move of the overbearing CEO.

The lighting in Xiao Xiang Pavilion was of the warm yellow type akin to sunset, naturally dim, and now Fu Jinghen, standing right in front of her, used his height advantage to block out the light completely.

The dim environment, plus the closeness of the two, quietly gave rise to an ambiguous atmosphere.

Wen Qiao felt her heartbeat quickening, yet there was no escape, she could only look into Fu Jinghen’s eyes.

Just as her mind began to blank out, Wen Qiao suddenly caught onto something, then quickly realized.

No.

Wait a minute.

"When did I ever say I wanted to have kids with you?"

Still arguing about having sons or daughters?

She must be crazy.

With those words, Fu Jinghen’s attention indeed shifted, though the situation didn’t improve much.

"Then who do you want to have them for?" he asked.

The phrase "I don’t want to have them for anyone" hadn’t left her lips before Fu Jinghen preempted her: "Are you still thinking about Qi Ming?"

?

"...Huh?"

"Then you might as well wash up and go to sleep."

??

Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment before she finally absorbed the implications of Fu Jinghen’s words.

She took a deep breath, intending to explain to Fu Jinghen: "I didn’t—"

But Fu Jinghen released her chin, took a step back, let the light flood in again, Wen Qiao saw Fu Jinghen lower his head, adjust his left sleeve cuff, and without so much as a glance at her, he turned and walked away.

The phrase "I don’t want to listen" drifted into Wen Qiao’s ears.

???

Are you performing a Qiong Yao drama here?

And all this "I don’t want to listen" nonsense?

The feeling of being suffocated was utterly unbearable.

But watching the man walking away suavely, Wen Qiao didn’t feel like explaining anymore.

Let him think what he wants.

If he won’t listen to her explanation now, he’d better never come crawling back to beg for one!

Just as she was making a face at Fu Jinghen’s retreating figure, the man, having already walked a few steps ahead, suddenly turned back, and Wen Qiao quickly adjusted her facial expression, accidentally biting her own tongue in the process.

She sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

The lighting was a bit dim, and Fu Jinghen didn’t notice her gesture but said, "You haven’t finished answering my question."

"What question?" Wen Qiao asked.

Fu Jinghen repeated her earlier words, "You just said, ’the person who designed this place has great taste.’"

Reminded by him, Wen Qiao then realized, although she didn’t understand why he suddenly clung to this question, she still shared her thoughts, "This place gives off a very serene vibe, serene but not dull, clearly not something designed by younger folks."

She paused, then self-assuredly concluded, "So, I think the designer of Xiao Xiang Pavilion must have a lot of life experience and definitely isn’t young."

"..."

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she felt like Fu Jinghen’s face turned darker the moment she finished speaking.