My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 877 - 875: Spoiled Rotten

Suddenly, she remembered something and, not caring that she was still brushing her teeth, spoke unclearly, "Sho you, how are Sister Yao and Senior Ye doing?"

The toothpaste’s white foam got sprayed onto Jinghen’s face as she spoke.

"...."

Wen Qiao wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to, her mouth twitching twice. She wiped the toothpaste foam from Jinghen’s face with her fingertip and shrank her neck, "I didn’t mean it."

"I know," Jinghen said. "Then be a good girl and keep your mouth shut, stop talking, or you’ll end up eating the toothpaste again."

"...Oh."

Jinghen took the toothbrush out of her mouth and handed the mouthwash cup to her lips: "Rinse your mouth."

Wen Qiao used his hand, gargled a mouthful of water twice, turned around to spit it out, repeated the process twice more, rinsed the foam from her mouth, and Jinghen wet a washcloth to wipe her face.

Wen Qiao closed her eyes, tilted her little face, letting Jinghen wipe it cleaner, "I think you’re raising me to be a useless person who can’t take care of myself."

Wen Qiao’s skin was white and tender, like a peeled egg, so smooth that Jinghen couldn’t resist it.

He leaned down and kissed Wen Qiao on the lips: "That’s perfect, I’ve spoiled you so much that you can only stay with me, and let me take care of you for a lifetime."

This sounded like something a possessive, gloomy male lead would say.

Wen Qiao opened one eye to look at him and exaggeratedly exclaimed: "Wow, you really never know a person’s heart. You look so dignified but have such dark thoughts inside."

Jinghen chuckled, "Close your eyes, I’m not done wiping."

Wen Qiao obediently closed her eyes again.

Seeing the girl trusting him completely, Jinghen’s smile deepened.

Although it might seem hard for some to accept, Jinghen indeed had such thoughts.

He wanted to treat Wen Qiao so well that she couldn’t see anyone else, so well that she would never choose anyone else but him, so well that she’d feel he is her best choice.

They were going to shoot a commercial today, and there would be professionals to do Wen Qiao’s makeup and styling, but she still needed to apply skincare products.

Jinghen was no stranger to taking care of Wen Qiao, as the entire skincare routine was already ingrained in him.

He first took some toner, poured it onto his hands, and gently patted it on Wen Qiao’s face, then applied lotion and sunscreen for her.

After finishing everything, he pecked Wen Qiao’s lips once more as a reward.

"All done." Jinghen pinched her dewy little face: "Should I carry you to change clothes, or would you like to go by yourself?"

"I’ll go by myself, if I don’t move, I’ll turn into a human statue."

Wen Qiao jumped down from the sink, shuffled in her slippers, humming a little tune, and skipped into the walk-in closet to find her clothes.

Jinghen began tidying up the items on the sink. Seeing that the essence Wen Qiao used every night was almost empty, he made a mental note to restock it for her.

Wen Qiao and Jinghen had a pretty clear division of labor in their life. Jinghen mainly took care of Wen Qiao, while Wen Qiao only needed to be happy.

When Wen Qiao was happy, Jinghen’s mood brightened as well.

For example, cooking for his sweetheart was a win-win situation, satisfying Wen Qiao and making Jinghen happy.