My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 188 - 186: From Now On, You Have Me

Chapter 188: Chapter 186: From Now On, You Have Me

Fu Jinghen still looked at her with a cool gaze, "What other words are you holding back? Just say them all."

As a professionally trained actor with solid skills, Wen Qiao wasn’t the least bit flustered by the provocation from her boss and fiancé. She furrowed her brows, ready to play the part, "What else could I be holding back? It’s just some heartfelt words. I’m just a poor little thing nobody loves or cares about, without support or influence, and so poor that I’m at the mercy of others."

"Hold on a minute." Fu Jinghen couldn’t help but interrupt, "Poor? So poor that you have nothing? Who was it that slept until afternoon in a bed that’s three meters wide today?"

"..."

"Who bought that custom-made makeup table from Italy in the bedroom?"

"..."

"And who owns all the cosmetics piled on the makeup table? What about the clothes and bags in the walk-in wardrobe?"

"..."

Wen Qiao took a deep breath, preparing to admit everything was hers when she heard Fu Jinghen speak again, "Since no one claims them, they’re just taking up space. Might as well donate them to charity."

???

!!!

Wen Qiao immediately widened her eyes at his words.

Charity?

Is this charity?

This motherfucker’s trying to kill her.

Before she could say anything, Fu Jinghen turned and left as if he had no intention of saying another word to her.

Seeing this, Wen Qiao immediately chased after him.

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

She spent more time on location than at home. What if one day when she wasn’t around, Fu Jing really did donate her bags to charity?

That would be absolutely unacceptable!

Listening to the rapid pace of high heels and the anxious calls of the young girl behind him, Fu Jinghen’s lips curled up, pondering when it would be best to turn around.

The next second, a startled cry from behind made him instinctively turn around, and he caught the bundle hurling herself at him in his arms.

Wen Qiao’s hands clung to Fu Jinghen’s shoulders, looking up at him with a pitiful expression, "Let’s talk this out, don’t touch my treasures."

"..."

Fu Jinghen’s arms encircled her slender waist, his expression unflapped, "Are you throwing yourself into my arms for the sake of your treasures?"

Wen Qiao became anxious, "Fu Jinghen!"

She had been chasing him a little too eagerly and stumbled forward by accident!

How did it turn into throwing herself at him in his version of the story?

Was she that kind of person?

"Hmm?"

Okay.

She could be.

Wen Qiao deflated, "Does throwing myself at you work? If it doesn’t, I’ll just..."

"What?" Fu Jinghen asked.

"I’ll throw myself at you again."

Wen Qiao grinned, "After all, it’s not against the law to hug one’s own fiancé."

Fu Jinghen finally admitted defeat, sighing helplessly as he straightened her up. Wen Qiao was about to plead for her treasures again when Fu Jinghen spoke up.

His tone was serious and slow, "Don’t say those kinds of things again."

Wen Qiao was a bit confused, "Hmm? What things?"

"..."

Seeing how she was, Fu Jinghen knew that the words she had uttered earlier were said offhand, not taken to heart.

But still, he wanted to make her a promise.

"From now on, you have me."

-

It wasn’t until she entered the private room and sat down that Wen Qiao finally realized what Fu Jinghen’s seemingly irrelevant comment meant.

He was responding to the words she’d said while pretending to be pitiful.