My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 746 - 744: Mrs. Fu Goes Home

Fu Jinghen nodded, "Yes."

Wen Qiao glanced at him, "Why are you so sure?"

"Intuition, I guess."

The determination in the young man’s eyes as he looked at the girl felt very familiar to Fu Jinghen.

After considering for a while, Wen Qiao also nodded confidently, "I think so too."

"Why?" asked Fu Jinghen, interested.

Wen Qiao pointed at the area below his eyes, "Because the way that young man looks at the girl reminds me of how you look at me—your eyes hold everything that you are."

Fu Jinghen then realized what that familiar feeling was.

His everything was her, for when he looked at her, his eyes indeed contained his all.

Fu Jinghen grabbed Wen Qiao’s hand and smiled at her, "Let’s go home, Mrs. Fu."

Wen Qiao stood up from her chair, following him. She looked at Fu Jinghen, who, just like the young man, held her hand with one of his and with the other, the things they had just bought, and she started to smile too.

"Alright, Mr. Fu, take me home."

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Shopping at the supermarket had taken longer than expected; by the time they got home, it was already completely dark.

Since it was already late and they had eaten such a heavy, spicy hotpot at lunch, Wen Qiao simply made some light noodles for dinner.

After eating, Fu Jinghen dutifully tidied up the dishes while Wen Qiao retreated to the living room to scroll through her phone. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Messages from WeChat kept popping up from the top of the screen, signaling new messages coming in.

Curiosity piqued, Wen Qiao wondered who would be messaging her so frequently since all her WeChat groups were set to mute.

On opening it, she discovered that it was Lin Luang, the kid who had been missing for so long.

Wen Qiao tapped open his chatbox and saw that he had sent several scenic photos he had taken.

[Lu Ang Lin: Sister, this is the scenery around our film crew. Isn’t it beautiful? The signal here is terrible, always on and off. Sending you these photos is really a pain. Also, also, I’ll be back the week after next. Can you come and pick me up from the airport?]

[Lu Ang Lin: Sister, reply to me while I still have a signal. Otherwise, I’ll be restless if I don’t get your message.]

He had sent a gif of a little dog wagging its tail to express his hope for her to reply soon.

Just by the text, Wen Qiao could imagine him jumping for joy as his messages were sent.

She let out a light laugh and began to type a reply.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Sure, I’ll be in Jiang City anyway these days. The temperature varies a lot in the mountains, make sure to keep warm.]

Lin Luang replied almost instantly: [Okay! You too, sister!]

[Lu Ang Lin: Sister, I can’t talk more, I sneaked out and have to return to the set now.]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Alright, be safe.]

Lin Luang did not reply; his signal must have cut out.

Wen Qiao scrolled up the screen and opened the first photo Lin Luang sent to take a look.

The silly kid, despite the awful signal, was stubbornly sending her the original photos.

He had sent her photos of sunrise and sunset over the mountains, and frosty mornings—indeed, they were beautiful.

As she continued to look, Wen Qiao’s gaze gradually became distant.

She could see that there was no love in Lin Luang’s eyes when he looked at her, but he himself was unaware.

If she were to clarify things with him eventually, it would inevitably cause him some heartache.

Wen Qiao sighed, "Flirting for fun is great, until it’s time for the funeral pyre."