My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 874 - 872: Modern Society’s Popular Trends

Wen Qiao started speaking, but remembering her own man’s situation, she abruptly stopped.

She turned her head to glance at Fu Jinghen waiting on the side, then looked at Ye Shengnan, and whispered into Jiang Yao’s ear: "Has having nieces and nephews around your own age become a modern trend?" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Jiang Yao, who finally understood the cause and effect, now felt so embarrassed that she wished she could dig a hole and hide in it. She initially thought her first relationship had ended just like that, and she was secretly upset about it all day. But it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

She tried hard to maintain her composure and retorted to Wen Qiao: "You go back first."

"I don’t want to go back." Wen Qiao negotiated with her: "Can I stay and watch the show?"

Jiang Yao threatened her softly: "Do you want to die?"

"..."

Wen Qiao fluffed her hair, her previous anger gone, replaced with a smile, she looked at Ye Shengnan: "Since it’s a misunderstanding, then it’s all good. I’ll head back first, you guys take your time chatting."

With that, Wen Qiao walked towards her own door, pushed open the door cover, pressed her fingerprint, opened the door, yanked Fu Jinghen inside, and closed the door.

This whole sequence took just three seconds, leaving only Ye Shengnan and Jiang Yao in the hallway.

After closing the door, Wen Qiao immediately leaned against it, pressing her ear tight to the door, trying to hear their conversation.

Fu Jinghen looked at the strange posture of the young girl, rubbed his forehead, but ultimately said nothing.

He hung his coat on the rack and turned to the kitchen.

Ye Shengnan took a step forward, closing the distance with Jiang Yao: "Yaoyao, the trending topic has been removed, the issue is resolved, is there anything else you’re unhappy about?"

Jiang Yao lowered her head, shook it, bypassed Ye Shengnan, and walked towards her own door.

Ye Shengnan was startled, instinctively grabbing her wrist: "Yaoyao—"

The coolness from her wrist made Jiang Yao shiver, and she noticed that Ye Shengnan’s lips were so cold they were turning purple. She furrowed her brows tightly and held Ye Shengnan’s hand: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Thinking of his pitiful look just waiting by her doorstep, she asked: "When did you get here?"

Ye Shengnan answered honestly: "After finishing work this afternoon."

Jiang Yao wasn’t clear what exact time his ’afternoon’ started, but feeling his cold hands, she could guess he must have been waiting for quite a while.

She clutched Ye Shengnan’s hand, turned to open the door, "Why didn’t you come in to wait, don’t you know my house’s password?"

"You two made up so quickly?" Wen Qiao, still leaning against the door, one eye open and the other closed, peeking through the peephole, exclaimed in surprise seeing Jiang Yao pull Ye Shengnan inside.

"Even though it was a misunderstanding, she should have at least played hard to get. After all, she was upset for an entire day, and now she just lets it go so easily." Wen Qiao couldn’t help but curse: "Any man who makes a woman sad is no good!"

Fu Jinghen, just arriving behind Wen Qiao, heard this and was silent.

He stepped forward, turned Wen Qiao’s shoulder, and handed her the honey water he just made: "Drink some water to sober up."

"Oh." Wen Qiao gulped down a few sips, shoved the cup back into Fu Jinghen’s hand, and leaned against the door again, only to see an empty corridor.

She pouted, no more show to watch.