My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 354 - 352: Compensation and Reward

"Qiaoqiao’s not full: Why did you suddenly transfer money to me?"

"Fu Jinghen: It’s compensation for hiding in the bathroom."

Before Wen Qiao could finish her sentence, the next message from Fu Jinghen had already come in.

"Fu Jinghen: You can use it to buy a bag."

"Qiaoqiao’s not full: Why a bag?"

"Fu Jinghen: Bags cure all ills."

Wen Qiao laughed out loud —

"Qiaoqiao’s not full: How did you know that?"

"Fu Jinghen: Online."

"Fu Jinghen: Why? Isn’t it right?"

Across the screen, Wen Qiao could imagine Fu Jinghen frowning at this moment.

Her smile widened a bit as she smoothed out the facial mask wrinkling on her face, then reined her smile back in.

"Qiaoqiao’s not full: Right, right, right, very right."

She found a little girl kissing the screen emoji and sent it over.

This time, until the facial mask timer rang, Fu Jinghen only sent her a three-word message, "Go wash your face."

Wen Qiao was somewhat baffled, but while washing her face, a thought suddenly struck her.

Could it be that Fu Jinghen was shy?

With this thought, Wen Qiao quickly finished washing her face, applied her skincare rapidly, and then dashed to her bed to grab her phone.

"Qiaoqiao’s not full: Could it be that you’re shy because of that emoji I sent you?"

Not long after the message was sent, the chat bubble showed "The other party is typing," but after waiting five minutes, Wen Qiao still hadn’t seen a message from Fu Jinghen.

She grew more convinced of her guess.

Wen Qiao was the type who, given an inch, would take a mile, and the more Fu Jinghen ignored her, the more energetic she got.

"Qiaoqiao’s not full: Don’t be shy, President Fu, it’s not like we haven’t kissed before, mwah."

After sending that message, she sent him several more of that same emoji.

But this time, Fu Jinghen still hadn’t replied by the time she fell asleep from exhaustion.

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The cold white light from the phone illuminated Fu Jinghen’s chin as he gazed at the emoji of the little girl blowing kisses toward the screen in his conversation with Wen Qiao.

After a while, he closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a resigned chuckle.

His fingers lightly tapped the screen.

The crisply cheerful voice of a woman in his ear disappeared, leaving only silence.

After exiting the chat with Wen Qiao, Fu Jinghen noticed a small red dot in the low-end contacts of his WeChat.

He clicked on it and found a new friend request.

— "President Fu, I am Wen Shu..."

Had he seen this friend request a couple of days ago?

After viewing the friend request, Fu Jinghen clicked reply, sent a simple "Hmm," and exited the WeChat interface.

He stood up from his chair, turned off the light, and walked out.

The light extinguished, and the study plunged into darkness.

-

In a room of a certain guesthouse in Hai City.

The phone by the pillow suddenly lit up.

Two messages popped up, one from WeChat and the other from a text message.

"Your account ending in 3086XXXXX on August 8, 20XX......"

"Fu Jinghen: Reward."

"Fu Jinghen: Goodnight."

Meanwhile, Wen Qiao, deep in sleep, was completely unaware of this.

-

Perhaps because the day had been quite exhausting, and also because of the torture of blaring music Qi Ming had subjected her to in the escape room that afternoon, Wen Qiao did not sleep peacefully that night.

One dream followed another.

In her dream, she was running through a dimly lit forest with a dark cloud chasing her; she tripped on a rock and fell to the ground.

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