My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 775 - 773: Why Are You Crying?

Fu Jinghen, that son of a bitch, actually dared not to answer her call. Well, she wouldn’t bother with him anymore.

At least for today, she was definitely not going to pay any attention to Fu Jinghen.

She’d give him the cold shoulder for a while and let him experience the sadness of not being able to contact someone.

Wen Qiao clenched the corner of her blanket, she must hold back.

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When Fu Jinghen arrived at the hotel, he happened to run into Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu, who had just returned from eating out.

Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu were quite surprised to see Fu Jinghen. Just an hour ago, Wen Qiao was still clamoring about calling her man.

And now her man had appeared in the hotel they were staying at.

This somewhat mystified them.

"President Fu?" Jiang Yao stepped forward, "What brings you here?"

After asking, Jiang Yao suddenly shut her mouth. What a stupid question she had asked.

Of course, he was here for his woman. What else could it be for?

Seeing her reaction, Fu Jinghen didn’t bother to answer her question but instead asked, "Where is she?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"She’s resting in the room," replied Jiang Yao. "She started her period this morning and had cramps, so we went out to eat and brought back some porridge for her. Since you’re here, we won’t play the third wheel."

"If Qiaoqiao knew you were here, she’d definitely be very happy," Xiao Chu said as she handed the porridge to Fu Jinghen. "Sister Yao was going to stay with her, but she said she wanted to make a video call to her man, and told us not to disturb her."

Fu Jinghen took the porridge, "Thank you for taking care of her."

Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu spoke in unison, "It’s no trouble, our pleasure."

"Then I’ll go up now."

"Goodbye, President Fu."

Fu Jinghen knew the room number of the suite Wen Qiao had booked. She had told him after completing the check-in process yesterday.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

Watching the numbers on the elevator ascend, Fu Jinghen’s smile grew more evident.

With a "ding", the elevator doors opened, and Fu Jinghen stepped out, heading straight for the suite at the very front.

Jiang Yao had just given him her room card, and he used it to open the door and enter.

There were only a few suites on the top floor of the hotel, and the one Wen Qiao had chosen had the best natural lighting and a superb location, with large floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the riverfront in Hai City.

Especially at night, when the neon lights flickered and night fell, it offered a unique charm.

But at this moment, Fu Jinghen had no interest in admiring the view outside his window. His heart and thoughts were entirely occupied by his darling in the room.

The room was deadly quiet, and Fu Jinghen guessed that Wen Qiao was probably sleeping. He quietly placed the items he was carrying on the dining table and tiptoed to Wen Qiao’s room, twisting the doorknob.

Just as the door cracked open, he heard a woman’s soft sobs.

Fu Jinghen’s expression faltered and, in a panic, he pushed the door open and entered.

The girl he had been worried about all day was curled up at the edge of the bed, occupying such a small space on the large bed that she looked frail and pitiful.

Hearing the noise, Wen Qiao thought it was Jiang Yao and the others returning, she hastily wiped her face and sat up, about to speak, but then saw someone she didn’t expect.

Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao’s eyes, red from crying, and felt a sharp tug at his heart. He strode over, sat on the bed, and gently wiped beneath her eyes with his fingers, "Why are you crying?"

The man’s tone was extremely gentle, and his eyes were full of concern, a stark contrast to the indifference in her dreams.

Wen Qiao felt as if a valve of grievances in her heart had been opened, and tears began to fall, plop by plop.