My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 913 - 911: He Is Her Way Out

The two words "that’s all" Wen Qiao emphasized with a heavier tone, stressing it a bit.

Fu Jinghen held back a smile, nodded, and repeated the two words Wen Qiao just said: "that’s all."

"..."

Wen Qiao decided to just go all out, shoved the phone into his hand: "Alright, I’ll tell you the truth, I just couldn’t hold back for a moment and hit back at a few trolls."

After pausing for a moment, she added four more words: "that’s all."

Looking at her serious little face, Fu Jinghen couldn’t help but laugh, pinching Wen Qiao’s cheek: "If you hit back, you hit back, it’s not a big deal. Why are you making such a fuss?"

After speaking, he realized something and asked her: "Afraid I’ll criticize you?"

Wen Qiao pouted: "Sister Yao just scolded me to death."

Meaning: You definitely would too.

"If she called you as your agent, what she said might be right, but as a friend, I don’t think she’d see you as wrong." Fu Jinghen said, "And I only have one role, your husband. As long as it’s not illegal, whatever you do, I’ll naturally support you."

Wen Qiao naturally understood what Fu Jinghen was saying, but she felt aggrieved. Clearly, she was the victim, yet she got labeled "guilty."

She knew everyone had different thoughts, likes and dislikes, and it’s normal some people wouldn’t like her. She didn’t demand everyone to like her.

But disliking doesn’t mean they need to falsely accuse her, right? 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

A warm sensation came to her lips, Wen Qiao looked up at Fu Jinghen: "What are you doing?"

"You seemed upset, I wanted to cheer you up."

Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Is your idea of cheering me up taking advantage of me? Is this cheering me up or pleasing yourself?"

"Then—" Fu Jinghen suggested: "Want to take advantage back?"

"Get out," Wen Qiao saw through his little scheme in one glance: "I’d be enjoying it too, I’m not falling for that."

Fu Jinghen smirked, "You’re so smart, darling."

Wen Qiao, hearing Fu Jinghen’s tone similar to coaxing a child, felt quite disdainful, but said nothing.

Fu Jinghen lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers: "Don’t overthink, don’t worry too much. Do what you want, say what you want, if someone makes you angry, give it right back. Don’t hold it in, I’m here for everything."

Wen Qiao should never have to bear the burden of others’ likes or dislikes, nor endure the undeserving disgrace forcibly imposed on her.

His little girl should be free and unrestrained, vivid and bright.

Wen Qiao sniffed, slightly moved: "Why are you suddenly getting sentimental?"

Fu Jinghen chuckled softly, kissed the tip of her nose.

The man’s damp hair touched Wen Qiao’s forehead, she pushed him off the bed: "Your hair isn’t dry, got my forehead all wet, come on, let’s go to the bathroom, I’ll dry it for you."

Fu Jinghen was somewhat baffled by the sudden change of mood, and only realized once Wen Qiao pulled him to the bathroom, she was shy again.

Finding the hairdryer, plugging it in, the buzzing wind of the hairdryer masked Wen Qiao’s pounding heartbeat.

Wen Qiao’s fingers threaded through the man’s hair, with Fu Jinghen’s earlier words echoing in her mind.

Whatever she wants to do, she should do, whatever she wants to say, she shouldn’t be afraid. He’ll always be behind her, supporting her, shielding her from storms.

He’s her fallback, her rock.