My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 333 - 331: Chopped and Stewed for Soup

Qi Ming walked up from behind and, noticing Wen Qiao staring intently at a bottle of water, asked curiously, "Why are you fixated on that bottle of water? Did the crew put poison in it?"

With that, he reached out to grab it.

Wen Qiao said in a deep voice, "Keep your paws off."

Qi Ming: "......."

Fine, hands off.

It’s not a big deal.

Wen Qiao glanced at the bottle of water and then at the number directly above it on the level. A guess formed in his mind.

Of the five empty squares, four were connected, and two numbers away was the next empty square.

Wen Qiao filled in the number pointed to by the level above the solitary square and then stared at the other four empty squares.

Qi Ming watched from the side and asked curiously, "How do you know it’s this number?"

"I don’t know," Wen Qiao replied casually. "Just a wild guess."

Qi Ming exclaimed, "And you dare to fill it in? What if you’re wrong and there’s a trap?"

Wen Qiao didn’t even grace him with a glance, "Why don’t you give it a try, big kid?"

"Who are you calling a big kid!" Qi Ming put his hands on his hips, ready to school Wen Qiao, "Technically, I’m a year older than you. It wouldn’t be too much to call me ’Brother Qi Ming.’"

"Oh." Wen Qiao finally turned around, "If I really shouted that, could you handle it?"

Qi Ming responded reflexively, "What can’t I handle—"

After seeing the smile that wasn’t quite a smile on Wen Qiao’s face, Qi Ming suddenly realized.

He really couldn’t handle it.

Actually, it wasn’t that he couldn’t handle it, it was more out of fear that after getting home, his little uncle would chop him up and simmer him into soup.

Qi Ming cleared his throat, pretending as if nothing had just happened, and picked up the blank paper, looking it over seriously, "Let’s figure out what the sentence printed on this paper means."

Wen Qiao laughed softly, shaking her head in slight resignation.

She had heard from Jiang Lai that after Fu Jinghen took over FS, Fu Qiang and Qi Shan, Qi Ming’s father, went on a world tour. They originally wanted to take Qi Ming with them, but Qi Ming didn’t want to be a third wheel. Claiming he couldn’t bear to leave his little uncle all alone, he stubbornly stuck by his uncle’s side.

Thinking about it now, Fu Jinghen really had it tough.

Dealing with such a dense nephew.

At this moment, the "dense nephew" pinched a corner of the paper and walked under a light, holding it up. The light shone through the thin paper, scattering across his face.

Wen Qiao said, unable to hide her irritation, "Paper stained with white vinegar can only be read by toasting it over a fire. Otherwise, you could press it up against the light bulb and still wouldn’t make out a punctuation mark."

"I know! You don’t need to tell me!" Qi Ming glared at her, tilting his head back to continue scrutinizing the paper.

Wen Qiao didn’t bother with him anymore. Let him be; it wasn’t her neck that would ache after all.

A while later, Qi Ming suddenly muttered, "Does Director Li have a special preference for this sentence? Last night, after our chat had ended, he suddenly sent me this line out of the blue. Now I see it here again, with this setting. No matter how you look at it, it has a spooky feel to it, like something out of a horror movie."

As he spoke, he involuntarily shivered and moved a few steps closer to Wen Qiao, trying to dispel the panic rising within him.

It was a bit scary.

Hmm, but still within the tolerable range.

As he slowly edged closer to Wen Qiao, the Wen Qiao who had been facing away from him suddenly turned around with a sharp look in her eyes, causing Qi Ming’s feet to immediately freeze in place.

"What did you just say?"

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