My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 857 - 855: Harmony Between Husband and Wife

Wen Qiao was taken aback for a moment and looked up.

In front of her stood a somewhat naive-looking young man, seemingly a college student.

Seeing Wen Qiao looking at him, he scratched the back of his head, somewhat shy.

Wen Qiao suddenly felt like laughing.

Just a few days ago, Fu Jinghen was asked for his WeChat on the street, and today, someone asked her for her WeChat on the street.

The two of them really are quite in sync.

When Wen Qiao smiled, her eyes curved into crescent moons, very endearing.

The young man misunderstood Wen Qiao’s smile as interest, and his face blushed as he pushed his phone forward, "Let me scan you."

Wen Qiao snapped back to reality and stepped back slightly, just about to refuse when she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist, and her back bumped into a wall of muscle.

She turned her head and saw a familiar face.

"Wife, I bought you the chestnuts you wanted."

Fu Jinghen rarely called her that; thinking about it, this was probably only the second time he called her "wife."

Wen Qiao, perhaps because she had heard "babe" too many times, now felt that "wife" seemed more to her liking.

Although Fu Jinghen didn’t know why Wen Qiao was suddenly spacing out while staring at him, it didn’t affect his dismissal of the unexpected rival in front of him.

He looked at the young man and asked Wen Qiao, "Wife, who is this?"

The young man’s little fantasy crumbled at Fu Jinghen’s first utterance of "wife," and seeing Fu Jinghen look at him, his face turned an even deeper shade of red.

Unlike before, this time it was an embarrassed blush.

"Sorry to interrupt."

With that, the young man turned and ran away.

"You came back just in time." Wen Qiao nudged Fu Jinghen, "I hadn’t even had the chance to give my WeChat yet, and you came back."

"What? If I hadn’t come back, you really would have given it to him?"

"Well—mmph."

As Wen Qiao was about to say something, something was stuffed into her mouth. She chewed, and the sweet aroma of chestnuts immediately filled her mouth.

Fu Jinghen, feeding her chestnuts, threatened, "Think carefully before answering."

Wen Qiao, mindful of the saying that you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you, knew she hadn’t intended to give her WeChat to that person anyway.

"No way." Wen Qiao proactively linked her arm with Fu Jinghen’s and walked forward slowly, "I already have a husband, and he’s handsome and rich. Having him is enough for me, why would I flirt around? Even if you hadn’t come, I would have turned him down."

"That’s more like it."

Fu Jinghen held her hand, putting it into his pocket, "Is there anything else you want to buy? If not, let’s head home."

"Nothing else, let’s go home." Wen Qiao was now eager to return, "Oden and chestnuts taste best when they’re hot."

Fu Jinghen chuckled, leading her toward the car.

"By the way, don’t you think the scene of me being asked for my WeChat just now was kind of familiar?" Wen Qiao said, "Seems like someone experienced the same thing a few days ago, huh?"

"Yes." Fu Jinghen’s lips curved slightly, "A certain young lady was even jealous."

"What, are you proud of it?"

"I wouldn’t dare." Fu Jinghen immediately admitted defeat, "Didn’t you just make me feel it too?"

Wen Qiao generously said, "Alright then, we’re even."

Fu Jinghen gave her a kiss through his mask, "Thank you for understanding, my wife."

Wen Qiao smiled with crescent eyes, returning the kiss, "You’re welcome, hubby."