My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 890 - 888: Lovesickness Too Heavy

The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, and the winter midday sun streamed in through the window, casting beams of light on him. After answering the phone, he leaned back slightly, sinking into the boundary between light and shadow, adding a touch of roguish charm to his face.

Wen Qiao laughed and sweetly called out, "Hubby!"

The sound was so sweet it made Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu shiver in unison. Even though it wasn’t the first time they’d heard Wen Qiao call Fu Jinghen in such a pretentious voice, they still found it quite uncomfortable each time.

The two of them stood up from the sofa in unison, carrying their suitcases to find their respective rooms, leaving the living room space for Wen Qiao to fully express herself.

"What trouble have you caused this time?"

Upon hearing Wen Qiao’s tone, Fu Jinghen knew she must have done something mischievous.

"I didn’t do anything," Wen Qiao said. "I just did something small that was convenient for me."

"Really?" Fu Jinghen looked at her face and said unhurriedly, "If it was just a small thing, would you be this sweet-talking?"

Wen Qiao, looking wronged, widened her eyes at Fu Jinghen in the video: "What are you saying? Don’t I call you hubby often enough?"

"You do," Fu Jinghen said mercilessly, "but you only make it sound that nice when you’ve done something wrong or need something from me."

"...Okay, you might actually get mad when you hear this, so I came specifically to confess," Wen Qiao said cautiously. "You haven’t checked Weibo yet, have you?"

Fu Jinghen made a sound of acknowledgment and explained, "It’s Monday, I just finished a meeting and haven’t had time to look at my phone."

"Then this counts as me confessing proactively, right? You’ll go easier on me, won’t you?"

Fu Jinghen wasn’t swayed: "That depends on what kind of trouble you’ve gotten into first."

As he spoke, he picked up his iPad and opened the Weibo app.

"It’s—um—it’s really no big deal—just that I and Huo Mutian got on a trending topic..." Wen Qiao mumbled, glancing up at Fu Jinghen, and when she met his dark eyes, she spilled everything in one go: "The trending topic was arranged by him on purpose; he wanted to get Fang Qinghe’s attention. Also, they didn’t get my full face in the photos, so it won’t affect me much. Plus, it won’t delay us going public with our relationship. I only found out about it when I got to the hotel, and by then the topic was already hot, so there was no point in removing it. Besides, I’m with the person I like now, and I want other lovers to be together too. Anyway, I’m also a victim here, can’t you just not be mad at me... cough cough..."

At the end, Wen Qiao coughed a couple of times, trying to play the pity card to save her fragile little life.

The girl’s eyes were a bit red from a cold, and her complexion wasn’t as rosy as before. Plus, he hadn’t been able to be by her side when she was ill. Thinking of all this, Fu Jinghen couldn’t bring himself to blame her.

"Alright, I’m not mad," Fu Jinghen said, his mind no longer on the trending topic at all, only concerned about Wen Qiao’s health. "Why is your voice hoarse? It was fine when you left this morning, has your cold gotten worse?"

"Maybe it’s gotten worse," Wen Qiao sniffled and said pitifully, "Maybe because I’m too far from you, my longing is too intense, making my condition worse."