Chapter 295: Little jealous wife
It spread through her like wildfire, unbidden and unreasonable.
She could picture them—the countless faceless women typing away, dreaming of slipping under his sheets, of touching him where only she had the right to. The sheer boldness of the fantasies made her blood boil.
Her vision blurred for a second, her eyes clouded, her throat tight.
And then—
SLAM.
She threw the phone down onto the mattress with such force that the sound made even Fu Jingrong glance her way.
Her chest heaved once, twice. Her lips pressed into a thin, trembling line.
How dare they.
No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, no matter how many times she told herself that he belonged to no one—at least not officially—her heart screamed otherwise.
Fu Jingrong’s brow arched ever so slightly as he caught the flicker of emotion on her face. His hand stilled mid-motion, towel hanging loosely at his side.
Fu Jingrong’s brows arched ever so slightly as he caught the flicker of emotion dart across Hua Jing’s face. The towel hung loosely in his hand, his arm still mid-motion as if frozen.
Then, without warning, he turned and walked straight toward her.
Hua Jing was still sitting on the bed, her back straight, her vixen-like eyes narrowed, watching him approach. She was beautiful in that way only she could be—elegant, sharp, yet with the faintest trace of childish stubbornness. Her cheeks puffed up in the cutest little pout, and it made his fingers itch with the urge to pinch them.
He stopped right before her, towering over her with that bare chest and taut stomach only inches away. His voice was calm, low, and tinged with amusement as he asked, "What’s wrong?"
For a split second, Hua Jing lost her composure. The closeness, the heat radiating off his body, the water droplets still sliding down his skin—it was too much. Her lashes fluttered and she squeezed her eyes shut dramatically, turning her face aside as though the sight physically pained her.
"Move away, move away, move away!" she muttered, almost as if she were chanting a spell to ward him off.
Fu Jingrong blinked, silent for a moment, clearly caught off guard by her antics.
Then Hua Jing, still refusing to look at him, puffed up even more and blurted out, "I didn’t know my husband was a peacock. Everywhere he goes, everyone wants to steal a glance."
For the briefest moment, Fu Jingrong didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh. This little wife of his, glaring at him like a kitten with its fur bristled, jealous for reasons that hardly existed—how could he be annoyed? If anything, the small, petty anger she was displaying only made him want to indulge her more.
His lips curved upward slowly.
Without a word, he leaned down, closing the remaining distance, and suddenly reached out to pinch her puffed-up cheeks between his fingers.
Fu Jingrong’s fingers pressed softly into her cheeks, stretching them until they puffed out even more.
Hua Jing’s face immediately turned aggrieved, as though she had been bullied in the cruelest way. Her big, round eyes glistened in protest, lips trembling in a pout, and the pitiful little expression nearly made him lose control.
For a moment, Fu Jingrong froze. His chest tightened in a way he didn’t expect, and he thought silently to himself—this was dangerous. Very dangerous.
Because with every passing day, this little vixen was capturing him more. Capturing his heart, his soul, his very breath. Every small reaction she made, every silly look or dramatic gesture, only tied him tighter to her.
How was he supposed to survive living with her like this?
The thought alone made his lips curve, a helpless laugh slipping out. He shook his head lightly and said, "Reading tabloids again?"
His little wife loved gossip so naturally he could only indulge her the best he could.
Whatever his wife wants, she gets.
Hua Jing squirmed in his hold. His hands were still on her cheeks, pinching them as if he owned them, and she wiggled from side to side like a trapped kitten. But the more she struggled, the firmer his hold became.
Her cheeks remained puffed perfectly in his grasp.
And looking at her like this, Fu Jingrong’s thoughts darkened with a dangerous warmth. Madly beautiful, he thought. Too beautiful. A secret beauty, one meant only for him.
Because no one else got to see this side of her. No one else in the world was worthy of seeing her pout like a child, lash out like a vixen, or soften like a wife.
It was a premium reserved only for him.
And hadn’t she told him before—just as he was the only one meant for her, she was the only one meant for him? In that moment, he felt it in his bones. They matched each other on a scale words could never measure, a depth that could not be described by anyone but them.
Her cat-like eyes blinked at him, filled with defiance and a little bit of pride. He followed her gaze down to the phone she had tossed aside earlier.
Reaching out, he picked it up and scrolled through the glowing screen. A few of the comments written there made his lips twitch uncontrollably.
He looked at them for a brief second before turning the phone around again.
What went through these people’s minds when they wrote such ridiculous things?
"Don’t focus on them," he said at last, voice steady as his eyes locked back on hers.
Then he suddenly said something that compleycaught Hua Jing off guard.
"Don’t you have the real deal here?"
For a second, Hua Jing just stared, stunned. Then her eyes curved into crescents, her laughter spilling out bright and sweet as bells.
Her anger vanished in an instant, swept away by his words.
She clutched her stomach as she laughed harder and said between her giggles, "I never knew those words could get out of your mouth!"
Before she could say anything else, Fu Jing Rong suddenly moved closer.
His breath mingled with hers in such a dangerous way.
"I also feel some of the things said are true. Wifey, want to test them all tonight?"
Hua Jing, "..."
