My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 295 - 293: Pecking Rice Like a Chick

In the midst of her panic, she reached out her hand and randomly grabbed at something.

"Are you alright, are you alright? I’m sorry, this box was added last, so it wasn’t secured."

That deep voice sounded again as a man dressed in work clothes emerged from behind a cart piled with boxes, looking apologetically at the man and woman in front of him.

"I’m really sorry, it didn’t hit you two, did it?"

"It’s fine."

Fu Jinghen glanced down at Wen Shu, who had steadied herself, and then released her arm and took a step back.

Having just regained her balance, Wen Shu felt the supporting strength fade and, turning around, she realized that what she had grabbed in her scramble to steady herself was actually the front of Fu Jinghen’s shirt.

Seeing that they had no intention of holding him accountable, the worker gave them a slight bow, picked up the box that had fallen to the ground, placed it back on top, and wheeled his cart away.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened. Wen Shu took a step back and made a gesture, "President Fu, after you."

Fu Jinghen didn’t hesitate either, he entered the elevator while checking the items in his hands.

Wen Shu kept more than a step’s distance from Fu Jinghen, watching the reflections on the elevator door, and said, "I’m sorry, President Fu, I didn’t see clearly just now."

"It’s fine."

Fu Jinghen responded indifferently, his attention fixed on inspecting the cheese pudding in his hand. Only after seeing through the clear lid that the patterns atop the pudding were intact did he breathe a sigh of relief.

If he returned with a bunch of damaged goods, given Wen Qiao’s temperament, she would either make a fuss or simply make him buy another set.

Wen Shu pursed her lips at the sight and quieted down.

The floor wasn’t high, and in a short while, the elevator reached their residential floor. Fu Jinghen stepped out, and his phone rang again.

He glanced at the caller ID, answered it, and his voice softened involuntarily, "You’re awake?"

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"I’m almost there, I’ve just left the elevator."

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Wen Shu’s room was on this floor too, just that her room was to the left out of the elevator, while Wen Qiao’s room was on the right.

For some reason, at the moment Fu Jinghen answered the call, Wen Shu’s steps involuntarily halted.

Hearing the sudden change in Fu Jinghen’s voice upon answering the call, she immediately guessed who was on the other end.

Compared with his indifferent and aloof tone with everyone else, the tone of Fu Jinghen’s voice when talking to Wen Qiao was somewhat coddling.

Standing at the elevator and watching the man swipe his card and enter the room, Wen Shu then turned and left.

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Fu Jinghen placed the pudding on the coffee table and, pushing open the bedroom door, saw Wen Qiao sitting on the bed with her eyes closed, hugging the meter-long pillow she bought online, leaning awkwardly this way and that.

He didn’t rush in; he just leaned against the doorframe watching Wen Qiao’s head bob up and down like a pecking chicken.

It wasn’t until she leaned to one side, nearly spilling her head off the bed, that Fu Jinghen straightened up and walked over.

He scooped up Wen Qiao’s limp body to lean against his chest, his slightly calloused hand touching her tender cheek again, "Wake up."

Wen Qiao kept her eyes tightly shut, her brows faintly furrowed and made a humming noise. After a while, she lifted her eyelids to glimpse at Fu Jinghen, closed them again, then shifted her body around in Fu Jinghen’s arms to find a comfortable position to continue snuggling.

Wen Qiao’s naps usually weren’t very long, but fully waking up could be a bit of a challenge.

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