Fu Jinghen let out a vague laugh, "Having a wife who's too smart isn't necessarily a good thing."
Wen Qiao pushed Fu Jinghen's head away as she tied his tie.
Fu Jinghen gazed down at Wen Qiao's delicate hands fluttering over his chest and suddenly said, "Qiaoqiao, move back to Yujia Garden, okay?"
Wen Qiao paused in her movements and lifted her eyelids to glance at him, "No."
"Why?" Fu Jinghen's jaw tightened, "Isn't moving back a good idea? You'll be joining the crew again soon, and by the end of the year, FS will also be busy. I might not be able to find time to visit you. While you're still in Jiang City, can't you spend more time with me?"
The man's tone was serious, but with careful discernment, one could sense the grievances hidden within.
Wen Qiao didn't speak, yet her hands continued their task.
A touch of urgency crept into Fu Jinghen's brows.
