The two returned to the dining table. Sweet and sour pork ribs, oyster sauce lettuce, mapo tofu, and steamed black bean fish—in just over half an hour, Fu Chenyuan had prepared four dishes.

Fu Chenyuan picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in her bowl, as if he was a little nervous: "Try it, see if it's good."

Meeting Fu Chenyuan's expectant gaze, Jiang Wanning's eyes couldn't help but fall on his lips.

The man's thin lips were slightly red from the intense kiss, giving them a bewitching quality, like a male demon who had just taken human form, exuding an overwhelming and alluring charm.

Jiang Wanning tasted a piece of pork rib, and after finishing it, she gave Fu Chenyuan a thumbs up: "Delicious."

After saying that, she also put a piece on Fu Chenyuan's plate.

After picking up the food, Jiang Wanning realized that she had already used her chopsticks.

But using serving chopsticks between husband and wife seems a bit too polite.

Fu Chenyuan seemed oblivious, ate the piece Jiang Wanning had just picked up, and said, "Mmm, delicious."

Whether she was overthinking it or not, Jiang Wanning felt that Fu Chenyuan's food was delicious, as if she was implying something.

After finishing her meal, Jiang Wanning prepared to wash the dishes, but as in the morning, she was refused again by Fu Chenyuan.

When Fu Chenyuan finished washing the dishes and came out, Jiang Wanning checked her phone and said, "Chenyuan, may I use the study?"

"Sure. You can use mine until your study is ready."

Jiang Wanning took out the notebook she brought back from school and entered Fu Chenyuan's study.

This study shows signs of Fu Chenyuan's frequent residence, and like the living room, it maintains a simple, natural wood style.

She consciously sat down at the other end of the desk. The desk was very long and large, and the two of them sat at opposite ends, without disturbing each other.

A short while later, Fu Chenyuan also entered the study and turned on the computer.

Jiang Wanning was preparing her graduation speech at the time.

She rested her chin on her hand, opened the document, and before she could start working on it, she noticed Fu Chenyuan coming in out of the corner of her eye. Jiang Wanning looked over and met Fu Chenyuan's gaze.

"Will my presence bother you? Do you need to attend a meeting or something?"

“I’m worried that if I’m having a video conference with people from overseas, I might disturb you.”

"No, no," Jiang Wanning quickly replied.

Both of them were somewhat polite, revealing a cautious and tentative approach to getting to know each other.

Fu Chenyuan nodded: "That's good." After he finished speaking, he got up and left.

Jiang Wanning's gaze unconsciously followed Fu Chenyuan.

She felt a little itchy, and her hands were itching too. Fu Chenyuan's figure was truly amazing, and she really wanted to draw it.

She still vaguely remembered being drugged by Tao Wenrui last time; one scene was when she bit Fu Chenyuan's collarbone.

Fu Chenyuan's collarbone was truly her dream collarbone; Jiang Wanning was a collarbone enthusiast.

Jiang Wanning turned her gaze and saw A4 paper and pencils in Fu Chenyuan's study.

Jiang Wanning took a piece of paper and a pen, and the pen made a rustling sound as it rubbed against the paper.

With just a few strokes, the outline of a man's face was sketched.

Further down is the man's neck and collarbone.

Jiang Wanning drew very quickly; even with just simple lines, she already captured the essence of the subject.

After seeing clearly what she had drawn, Jiang Wanning stopped drawing.

She's actually drawing Fu Chenyuan!

Jiang Wanning likes to draw portraits, but this is the first time she has ever drawn a man.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door. Fu Chenyuan returned, carrying a white jade plate filled with fruit.

Upon seeing Fu Chenyuan, Jiang Wanning instinctively turned the paper over, feeling somewhat guilty.

She hadn't finished drawing her face and eyebrows yet, so even if Fu Chenyuan saw it, he would never guess that she had drawn him.

But she herself felt a little guilty.

Fu Chenyuan noticed Jiang Wanning's actions, but remained outwardly calm, instead placing the fruit plate next to Jiang Wanning's notebook.

"I washed some fruit for you."

Okay, thank you.

After that, the two of them went about their own business.

Jiang Wanning was typing on the keyboard, while Fu Chenyuan was video chatting with a client overseas.

Fu Chenyuan speaks French. Jiang Wanning has seen a few French films and has some recollection of some of the pronunciations.

She twirled a pen in one hand and rested her chin on her other hand as she looked at Fu Chenyuan.

A serious man is indeed the most handsome. Jiang Wanning was lost in thought when Fu Chenyuan seemed to sense her gaze. He looked over, and their eyes met. A faint smile seemed to appear in Fu Chenyuan's eyes.

Jiang Wanning couldn't help but recall what Fu Chenyuan had said: "Mrs. Fu, you seem to really enjoy peeking at me."

The gaze that had just been trying to dodge turned to stare defiantly at Fu Chenyuan.

Fu Chenyuan, on the contrary, withdrew his gaze first.

When Fu Chenyuan looked over again, Jiang Wanning was already typing rapidly on the keyboard.

When inspiration struck, her thoughts flowed freely. She had already prepared her speech for the graduation ceremony, inspired by the sudden inspiration she received while looking at Fu Chenyuan.

After finishing her work, Jiang Wanning saw that Fu Chenyuan was busy and didn't disturb him. She gently opened the door and went out, closing the door behind her.

After Jiang Wanning left, Fu Chenyuan looked at the spot where Jiang Wanning had sat; she had taken the paper with her.

Why not show it to him?

Fu Chenyuan's heart felt as if it had been soaked in venom, and he felt a sharp pain. Did Jiang Wanning not trust him?

Realizing that darkness was beginning to invade his heart again, Fu Chenyuan pressed his chest, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down.

No, you can't think like that, you can't be so cynical.

Jiang Wanning is different from him. Jiang Wanning is like the bright moon. She would never speculate about others with dark thoughts. Therefore, he can speculate about others with the greatest malice, but he cannot speculate about Jiang Wanning.

It took Fu Chenyuan a while to calm down. His dark eyes, which at first seemed unable to see even a glimmer of starlight, gradually returned to normal.

He had been in darkness for too long and still did not believe that the light would belong to him.

Just like now, the bright moon he longed for most now belongs to him.

He cannot darken the bright moon.

Jiang Wanning finished her shower at 10 p.m.

She dried her hair, yawned several times, and even her eyes were a little wet.

She's always been in the habit of going to bed early and waking up early; if she doesn't sleep at noon, she'll break down at night.

I didn't sleep at noon today, and I'm starting to feel the strain.

Night owl Su Zhihan got more and more excited as the night went on; ten o'clock was when her nightlife was just beginning.

Jiang Wanning was just about to tell Fu Chenyuan that she was going to sleep when Su Zhihan sent her a message: [Ningning, have you two been engaging in any kind of activity?]

When Jiang Wanning saw the message, her cheeks flushed, and even her drowsiness seemed to vanish.

She lay on the bed, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Su Zhihan: "What are you thinking about? So curious? Why don't you go date and get married too?"

[Wow, a reply in a second! Mr. Fu is really something, with such a beautiful wife by his side, how can he remain so unmoved?]

Jiang Wanning was about to reply to the message when Su Zhihan made a video call.

Jiang Wanning answered the call. Anyway, Fu Chenyuan wasn't in the bedroom, and judging from his appearance, he seemed to be busy for a long time.