My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious Chapter 1079 - 989: Sentimental

"Mo Wenwan's background is surprisingly substantial. I wonder if Lu Xing is aware of it. Still, when two complicated individuals are entwined, the authenticity of their connection might not be the paramount concern."

Muttering to herself, Qin Miaomiao observed her phone's screen flicker. Her gaze fell upon the caller's name, and with a slight tilt of her head, she answered, "Jiaojiao, what's the matter... What is it? Take your time explaining."

Leaning heavily against her chair, Xu Jiaojiao's voice was strained as she confided into the phone, "Miao Miao, what am I going to do? I've exhausted all possibilities, and it seems I'm truly facing a breakup with him now."

The very notion of a breakup sent an agonizing ache through Xu Jiaojiao's heart. The more she contemplated it, the more impossible it seemed to imagine a life apart from Jin Jing. Yet, that dreaded moment had seemingly arrived.

Qin Miaomiao's heart ached upon hearing the near-tearful tremble in Xu Jiaojiao's voice. She had always harbored a concern about Xu Jiaojiao's occasional stubbornness. Despite Jiaojiao's generally carefree demeanor, she was, after all, a woman, and her emotions were often her Achilles' heel. Thus, Qin Miaomiao spoke with earnest concern, "Where are you? I'm coming to find you. Don't wander off."

Lost in a turmoil of thoughts, she finally ended the call with a heavy heart.

Upon locating Xu Jiaojiao, Qin Miaomiao saw her leaning against the car door from a distance, appearing utterly solitary and dejected. Qin cut the engine, opened her door, and hurried over.

"Jiaojiao."

Qin Miaomiao's presence offered Xu Jiaojiao a much-needed anchor, stirring a wave of unexpected emotions within her. Recalling her recent resolution, she closed her eyes and declared, "Miao Miao, I've made my decision."

"I understand that you rarely alter your choices on a whim. My only hope is that your decision won't lead to eventual regret."

"I..."

Xu Jiaojiao's eyes flew open, looking at Qin Miaomiao with a flicker of surprise.

"I perceive the pain you're experiencing internally right now. However, consider how hard-won your relationship has been. If it truly comes to an end, I fear you might find yourself in a far more desolate state."

Xu Jiaojiao responded with a hint of despair, "Do I truly appear so forlorn?"

Unable to resist, Qin Miaomiao placed her hands on Xu Jiaojiao's shoulders, gently explaining, "It's not about your appearance. I'm concerned about your emotional well-being. After all, while you can relinquish many things, you tend to place immense value on your feelings. Those who are deeply emotional are often more susceptible to getting hurt."

"You are correct; I do invest too much in my emotions, and inevitably, I end up profoundly wounded."

Hearing her words, Qin Miaomiao realized Xu Jiaojiao had firmly settled on her course of action and decided against any further attempts at dissuasion. Instead, she summoned an assistant to drive Xu Jiaojiao's car back to the film set.

"Please look after her, and if anything seems amiss, call me immediately, alright?"

Qin Miaomiao quietly issued the instructions to the assistant, only feeling a sense of reassurance after receiving the assistant's sincere pledge. She watched them depart, her concern for Xu Jiaojiao's emotional state profound, especially since the filming had just commenced. Any adverse effect on her performance would be a regrettable outcome.

In a somewhat dazed state, Xu Jiaojiao perceived the surrounding light before her eyes fluttered open, revealing they had reached the hotel entrance. She gazed at the assistant and murmured, "I have no strength left."

"Sister Jiaojiao, please don't exert yourself; I will assist you."

The glaring lights within the hotel hallway seemed to overwhelm Xu Jiaojiao, and her world began to spin once more. Though the exact cause remained elusive, her heart was once again flooded with the sorrow it held.

Jin Jing cast a cursory glance at the people around him, who were engrossed in comparing beverages, finding their activity rather dull. Sensing the effects of excessive drinking, he decided to depart early.

The following day, upon waking, a pervasive sense of unwellness settled over him, his temples throbbing with a dull ache. Even as he tried to gather his thoughts, his body was already signaling its protest.