My Superstar Wife Is So Popular

Chapter 813 - 811: I’m Sorry

Wen Qiao spoke as she poked here and there on Fu Jinghen’s arm and chest.If not for her somewhat pale face and the lingering panic between her brows, Fu Jinghen would have thought all that just now was a dream.

"Don’t be so serious, I’m fine." Wen Qiao spread open the frown on his brow with two fingers: "You’re making me very nervous like this."

Fu Jinghen caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it twice, "I’m sorry."

Fu Jinghen’s "I’m sorry" was said without any preamble, but Wen Qiao understood his meaning instantly.

He felt guilty for not being able to protect her and for letting her go through such an ordeal.

Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu had left the lounge at some point, leaving only Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen in the room.

"Why are you apologizing? It has nothing to do with you."

Wen Qiao tugged at Fu Jinghen with some force, wanting him to sit on the sofa: "Come sit down, aren’t you tired squatting like that?"

Fu Jinghen obliged and sat down beside her.

The man was tall, and his suit was quite oversized on her, like a child wearing an adult’s clothes.

Wen Qiao shook her sleeves, revealing her hand, and tugged at his shirt, chattering: "Such an expensive shirt got ruined just like that, what a pity."

As soon as she finished speaking, a force pressed against the back of her head, bringing her closer to the man.

In the next moment, her lips met with warmth.

This kiss was not like the usual tender and teasing ones; it was forceful, filled with urgency and unrest.

Wen Qiao was momentarily stunned but then wrapped her arms around his waist, raising her head to respond to his kiss, soothing his unease and restlessness.

It was unclear how long it lasted until Wen Qiao almost couldn’t breathe before Fu Jinghen let her go.

Foreheads touching, both were slightly out of breath.

Wen Qiao took a moment to calm down, held Fu Jinghen’s face in her hands, and spoke softly: "I’m really fine, you came just in time, and even if you hadn’t come, I had already grabbed a vase ready to smash him. Your girl is no meek dumpling for anyone to mess with; if not for these clothes and shoes holding me back, I would have floored him myself without your help."

Listening to the person in his arms chattering comforting words, a mix of lingering fear and heartache swirled within Fu Jinghen.

The restroom was secluded; if he hadn’t noticed Wen Qiao was taking too long and, feeling uneasy, went to check on her, who knows what kind of danger she would have been in.

The image of Wen Qiao’s panicked helplessness while held by that man kept flashing in his mind, and he fell silent again, his eyes dark and stormy.

In his twenty-seven years, Fu Jinghen had never crossed any lines, but just now, if not for Qin Xiang using Wen Qiao to hold him back, he might really have killed someone.

The hand holding Wen Qiao’s shoulder unconsciously tightened, and even holding her now, he couldn’t dispel the fear and aftershock in his heart.

Wen Qiao’s shoulders were aching from Fu Jinghen’s grip, but she didn’t remind him.

Because she could feel the man’s current emotions.

Wen Qiao tightened her arms around his waist, lifted her head, and kissed his chin: "It’s all over now, and I’m fine. Stop being so tense; you’re only making me recall the incident over and over, deepening my memory."’