My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 848 - 846: Crying in the Dead of Night

When they arrived in Jiang City, it was already one o’clock in the afternoon. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

During the nearly two-hour flight, Qi Ming was dozing off the entire time.

After getting off the plane, Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao walked hand in hand in front, while Qi Ming, half-asleep, followed behind. To prevent him from getting lost, Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu thoughtfully brought up the rear, sandwiching him in the middle.

The car that came to pick them up had been waiting outside for a while.

Considering the number of people, Feng Li specially brought a seven-seater business van to pick them up.

Qi Ming initially intended to part ways with them once they left the airport, not wanting to be the third wheel for Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen. However, Fu Jinghen’s one word, "Get in the car," left him with no choice but to once again assume the role of the shining light bulb.

He pushed up the eye mask with the big-eyed green frog on his head, clearing his vision.

He glanced at Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu, who were loading luggage into the trunk with Feng Li, and had no further objections.

After all, there were plenty of light bulbs; they didn’t need him as one more.

Once in the passenger seat, Qi Ming pulled the eye mask down again, nestled into the seat, and continued sleeping.

Still standing outside the car, Wen Qiao noticed this and shook Fu Jinghen’s hand: "Qi Ming, do you think he’s okay?"

Fu Jinghen glanced a few times through the car window at Qi Ming in the passenger seat. Qi Ming’s eye mask covered most of his face, making it hard to discern anything.

"He’s fine. He’s in his twenties, just a breakup. He’ll be okay after a while." Fu Jinghen ruffled Wen Qiao’s head, signaling her to be at ease: "He won’t actually do anything foolish."

"Oh."

Fu Jinghen thought for a moment and briefly told Wen Qiao about what happened after she fell asleep last night.

Wen Qiao pondered for a bit, then said, "It’s tough having to choose between someone you love and your family. It’s okay, it’s not his fault. Tell him not to stress too much about it."

Fu Jinghen chuckled, "Sweetheart, you’re wonderful."

Wen Qiao snorted, "I’m only this forgiving because he broke up with Wen Shu. If he had known and still stayed with Wen Shu, I wouldn’t be so easy-going."

After a pause, Wen Qiao added, "Also, I did it because of you."

Fu Jinghen was momentarily taken aback, then his smile deepened.

Wen Qiao couldn’t be bothered with what he was laughing at. After glancing at Qi Ming a couple of times, she withdrew her gaze, thought of something, and turned to look at Fu Jinghen. She blinked and called out in a pitched voice, "President Fu."

Fu Jinghen’s eyelid twitched at this "President Fu", and he looked at Wen Qiao with some caution: "What’s my darling plotting again?"

"Nothing, I just want to ask, during the time you were heartbroken, what was your state like?"

"..."

"Did you drown your sorrows with alcohol?"

"....."

"Or did you secretly cry alone when it was quiet at night?"

Fu Jinghen shot her a sidelong glance.

Wen Qiao caught the signal from his eyes and uttered, "Hmm."

She also thought that silently crying alone in the middle of the night didn’t quite match Fu Jinghen.

"Then perhaps you secretly checked my Weibo? Or my Moments? To alleviate lovesickness?"

Fu Jinghen lightly coughed twice, averted his gaze, and nodded toward the car: "Get in."

Seeing this, Wen Qiao understood everything.

She smiled like a little fox that had just stolen a canary, with her hands behind her back, tiptoeing, leaning forward slightly, and looked up at Fu Jinghen: "Did I guess right?"

Fu Jinghen maintained his gaze straight ahead, ignoring Wen Qiao’s words, and merely repeated: "Get in the car."