My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 796 - 794: Voice Control and Whining Enthusiasts

Wen Qiao was amused by his eagerness to live, rolling over and huffing, "Fine then, seeing as you did a pretty decent job, I won’t hold this accident against you."

The moment her words ended, Wen Qiao heard an old lady’s voice coming from Fu Jinghen’s end, carrying a hint of Hai City’s accent, "Young man, what would ya like to order?"

"Granny, I’d like a bowl of yellow croaker noodles, a bowl of mini wontons, and also a serving of crab roe soup dumplings." Fu Jinghen asked Wen Qiao, "Do you want anything else?"

Fu Jinghen had just sent the menu to Wen Qiao’s WeChat.

"That’s all," Wen Qiao said, "That’ll do."

"Alright then," Fu Jinghen leaned forward, approaching the order window, "Granny, that’s all."

"Got it."

After placing the order, Fu Jinghen stepped aside to wait, telling Wen Qiao on the other end of the phone, "You can get ready and get out of bed in another twenty minutes."

"I know, I know."

Wen Qiao mimicked the Hai City dialect playfully, her voice becoming coquettishly soft and even more charmingly naive, with a touch of Wu Nong’s soft language.

The breakfast shop was bustling with people. Fu Jinghen found a corner to sit down, his gaze casually falling on the table in front of him as he lowered his voice and asked, "Baby, could you call your husband with that tone in the future?"

"..."

Seeing Wen Qiao go silent, Fu Jinghen settled for less, "Or you can use that tone to call me right now, a little whine would do as well."

Wen Qiao understood.

Her CEO back home had different quirks from other CEOs; others might be into waists or uniforms, but hers was definitely into voices and whining.

"No chance! In your dreams!"

Wen Qiao gave him four words.

Fu Jinghen sighed, "People say that couples get sick of each other after being in love for too long. It seems that baby is getting tired of me since you can’t even satisfy such a small request."

"..."

How had it turned into a Qiong Yao drama all of a sudden?

Whining was Wen Qiao’s forte, frequently deployed to great effect on Fu Jinghen.

Turning down Fu Jinghen’s request wasn’t because she was being pretentious, but rather, whining should naturally come without thinking. Being asked to whine was just too embarrassing.

But listening to the pitiful sighs of the man on the other end of the phone, even knowing he was putting on an act to coax her, she couldn’t help feeling soft-hearted.

"Alright, alright, I agree, why make yourself look so pitiful..."

The man sighed again, "Baby is already starting to get sick of me, how can I not be pitiful?"

"..."

So, he wanted to play the victim now, huh?

Searching for the right feeling, Wen Qiao pinched her voice and called out, "Husband."

There was a second’s pause before she mischievously added, "Hurry back, I miss you."

She spoke, adhering to the principle: "As long as I hang up fast enough, the embarrassment can’t catch up to me," and quickly ended the call.

Wen Qiao tossed her phone aside, pulled up the blanket, and covered her face.

Ouch, she had said it... being asked to whine was the most embarrassing thing.

The man in the breakfast shop, momentarily stunned by the dial tone in his ear, then put down his phone, his eyes downcast as he lightly chuckled.

The clumsy Hai City intonation Wen Qiao had just used to express her longing for him echoed in his ears, and his sigh was laced with a thread of pleasure.

His little girl, ah, really knew how to torture him.