My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 905 - 903: A Dream

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jinghen gazed out at the night view, his emotions somewhat complex for the moment.

It wasn’t that he had softened towards Wen Shu, but because of Qi Ming.

He and Qi Ming had grown up together, and no one knew Qi Ming better than he did. Qi Ming was a stubborn and sentimental person, and Wen Shu was his first love. Despite hurting his family, he made his choice and broke up with Wen Shu, but that didn’t mean he stopped liking her.

If he found out that the person he liked ended up in a bad fate, who knows how he would react.

But eventually, he would come to know about it.

Fu Jinghen’s fingers tapped unconsciously on the railing. After a while, he sent a message to Qi Ming.

[Fu Jinghen: Call me when you wake up.]

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When Wen Qiao woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Today was a good day, the sunlight outside was bright, and just looking at it gave a warm feeling.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, enveloping her hand, making her fingertips look like translucent jade.

She moved her fingers, seeming to want to grasp that ray of sunlight falling on her hand.

Last night she had a dream, where this body’s rejection of the drug was too severe, her heart beat rapidly, and in the end, she couldn’t handle the overload and died suddenly.

But it was only in the book that she died, she traveled back to the real world again.

The things that happened in the book over these months felt like a dream.

After she woke up, the dream ended.

It’s hard for people to remember scenes and content from dreams after waking up. As she stayed awake longer, the scenarios in the dream became more and more blurred in her mind.

She lived her life as usual, as if nothing had changed, yet she always felt a sense of emptiness, as if she had forgotten something important or someone important.

The dream’s time felt like it sped by as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button. In the dream, she married someone, had children, and her life was quite happy and complete, yet she was never truly happy.

Every time she looked at her husband, it was as though she was looking through him at another person, but she had no impression of who that person was.

Opening her eyes to see the bright sunshine outside, feeling the warmth behind her, Wen Qiao still felt a surreal sense of unreality surrounding her.

She drew her hand tightly under the quilt, covering Fu Jinghen’s hand at her waist, and soon found her hand being held.

Wen Qiao was momentarily stunned, turning her head to see the man still had his eyes closed, seemingly still asleep, holding her hand as an unconscious act.

The sour tension in her heart dissipated, her emptiness seemed to gradually fill up.

She carefully turned over, opening her arms to gently embrace Fu Jinghen.

Wen Qiao most disliked the smell of disinfectant in hospitals because it made her feel so cold, as if life were slipping away.

But now, mixed in with the smell of disinfectant was the scent of Fir from Fu Jinghen, and she greedily inhaled it.

"What are you sniffing at?"

A muffled voice suddenly came from above her head, and Wen Qiao quickly looked up, forgetting their current embracing position, her head knocking into Fu Jinghen’s chin.

The faint sound of teeth colliding was covered by Wen Qiao’s muffled grunt, Fu Jinghen’s hand encircling her waist moved up to rub her head: "What’s the rush?"