My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 774 - 772: Disconnected

Wen Shu smiled but didn’t speak, her gaze shifted toward the direction the man had left, only catching the edge of the clothes as he disappeared around the corner.

According to the original plot, Fu Jinghen should have been a ember burning solely for her.

Qi Ming extended his hand toward Wen Shu, "Let’s go, little uncle has left, and we’re not in a hurry anymore. Didn’t you say you saw a great dessert shop online? I just searched, and it’s not far. Shall we check it out?"

Wen Shu withdrew her gaze and dropped her eyes to the palm laid out in front of her, placing her hand into his.

"Sure."

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A barely tolerable sharp pain jolted Wen Qiao awake from a dream. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while until she felt a coolness at the corners of her eyes and raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

The beginning of the dream she just had clearly recreated a scene from the original book.

If following the direction set in the original, Fu Jinghen was supposed to like Wen Shu.

Thinking about this, Wen Qiao slightly choked up, turned on her side, and grabbed her phone to check the time.

She found she had slept for less than an hour.

She opened WeChat, and still, there was no message from Fu Jinghen. Wen Qiao rubbed her head against the pillow, rubbing away the tears at the corner of her eyes, and resent the video call invitation, but again, it remained unanswered.

She then called Fu Jinghen but only received the icy reply, "The number you have dialed is switched off."

?

Switched off?

It was one-thirty in the afternoon, and by all accounts, Fu Jinghen should still be taking his lunch break.

Previously, Fu Jinghen was wholly engrossed in his work, to him, a mobile phone was almost superfluous. However, since getting together with Wen Qiao, he had never been without his phone—even during meetings, he would keep it nearby to ensure he could reply to her messages immediately.

This was the first time he had gone off the radar.

Wen Qiao found Liu Tiantian’s number and dialed, the call was quickly answered.

"What can I do for you, Boss Lady?"

Wen Qiao cut straight to the chase, "Is Fu Jinghen at the office?"

"He is," Liu Tiantian looked around the empty office, not hesitating in the slightest, "What’s up?"

"I’ve been calling him, but his mobile is switched off."

Liu Tiantian, without missing a beat or blushing lying for her boss, "Maybe his battery died, and he hasn’t had a chance to charge it yet. It’s Monday, so it’s pretty busy here. I’ll go and let him know."

"No need, let him be busy. I’ll try to reach him later," Wen Qiao said, her voice betraying no emotion, "That’s fine."

After hanging up, Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment.

Being indulged by Fu Jinghen had spoiled Wen Qiao, especially now when she needed company, and yet she couldn’t reach him at all. Besides her three video call attempts, the last message on their chat was Fu Jinghen’s "Good morning" from five hours ago.

A wave of dysmenorrhea transformed into feelings of injustice, causing Wen Qiao’s lips to pucker, and she felt like crying again.

Wen Qiao felt that after reconciling with Fu Jinghen, her personality had increasingly leaned toward being girlish; previously unattached and swift, like a breeze—felt, yet untouchable.

Once attached, she had bonds, her every thought tethered to him, wishing they could stick together 24 hours a day.

Now, just because Fu Jinghen hadn’t answered her calls, she felt grossly aggrieved.

The pain, which had been settling, surged back forcefully. Wen Qiao curled up her legs, wrapping herself in her blanket, and started to sob quietly.