My Superstar Wife Is So Popular

Chapter 666 - 565: It seems I’ve given you nothing but affection.

She even magnified her own grievances, magnified his mistakes, making him solely bear the cost of their broken engagement.Wen Qiao felt even more choked up inside. She gently caressed the rose petals, her head hung very low.

Fu Jinghen caught a glimpse of Wen Qiao, who was about to bury her head in the bouquet, and, finding it somewhat amusing, reached out to hold her chin and pull her out of the bouquet, "Do you like this bunch of flowers so much? What will you do if I give you even prettier ones in the future?"

Wen Qiao rubbed against his palm like a little cat, tilted her head and kissed his fingers, then looked up at Fu Jinghen, "Fu Jinghen, have I been especially bad to you?"

Fu Jinghen was still immersed in her sudden display of dependency and hadn’t snapped out of it. Hearing her question, he furrowed his brows and asked in confusion, "Why do you suddenly ask that?"

"It’s nothing, I just suddenly felt like asking."

Fu Jinghen glanced at her, and although Wen Qiao had already composed her expression, he still keenly sensed the shift in her emotions.

He glanced at the road ahead, took a turn, parked the car by the roadside, and unbuckled his seatbelt to turn and look at Wen Qiao, his hand supporting her face, "Qiaoqiao, I hope you can be honest with me, otherwise I’ll feel as if all my efforts are in vain."

"It’s not!" Wen Qiao hastened to retort, "It’s not in vain, don’t overthink it."

Fu Jinghen’s words made her heart skip a beat. Why did he always take the blame upon himself?

It clearly wasn’t his fault.

"Then tell me, why do you suddenly ask that question?"

"I just feel, I haven’t been good to you..."

Wen Qiao wanted to lower her head again, but she forgot that Fu Jinghen was holding her face and her movement was hindered. She quickly glanced at him, then drooped her eyelids again, "You treat me so well, bring me flowers, buy me snacks, and you even made a special trip to pick me up at noon—Ah! Why are you pinching my cheek!"

Wen Qiao suddenly widened her eyes at Fu Jinghen.

"Because you’re not telling the truth," Fu Jinghen said expressionlessly.

"But this is the truth!" Wen Qiao felt the flesh on her cheeks being slowly pinched again, "Ow," she yelped, grasping Fu Jinghen’s hand, her eyes darting around without focus, "Really, it’s the truth, I’m not lying to you. I just feel like you’re always accommodating me, being so good to me, and I keep throwing tantrums, knowingly making you jealous and intentionally interacting with other men. It seems like aside from liking you, I haven’t given you anything, oh no wait, compared to the concrete ways you show your love, I only talk big."

"You know what ’talking big’ means, right?" Wen Qiao suddenly remembered this man wasn’t very old but wasn’t really up to date with internet slang, and explained to him, "Talking big means just talking without taking action. Eh, that doesn’t seem right either, it seems I haven’t even said ’I like you’—"

"Qiaoqiao."

Wen Qiao was just about to finish explaining when Fu Jinghen suddenly interrupted her. She instinctively uttered an "Ah" and looked up to see Fu Jinghen’s intense gaze.

She felt inexplicably nervous under his stare and licked her lips, "What’s wrong?"

"That thing you just said, it’s true." Fu Jinghen’s voice held a barely noticeable caution, "Isn’t it?"

"Which thing?" Wen Qiao was a bit confused, she had said so much, how could she know which one he meant, but regardless of which it was, what she said was true, "It’s true, all of it."