Jiang Wanning paused for a moment, then walked towards the bedside.

"Shen Yuan, I'm done washing up."

Fu Chenyuan stood up and nodded.

Just now his gaze was so aggressive and intense, but now he has avoided it, which makes Jiang Wanning breathe a sigh of relief.

She got into bed, and Fu Chenyuan returned with a hairdryer.

"for you."

"Thank you." Jiang Wanning reached out and took it, only to notice that Fu Chenyuan's breathing seemed a little rapid.

Jiang Wanning was a little confused, but Fu Chenyuan handed her the hair dryer and turned to leave, as if he were fleeing in panic.

Strange~ Jiang Wanning wondered, but didn't think much of it.

Fu Chenyuan entered the bathroom, leaned against the door, and gasped for breath.

Just now, when he stood in front of her and handed her the hair dryer, from this angle, he saw a large expanse of her breasts, a fleeting glimpse of her snow-white breasts, all clearly visible.

Looking down at himself, Fu Chenyuan thought to himself that he was really a disappointment.

Jiang Wanning finished drying her hair, but Fu Chenyuan still hadn't come out.

She covered her face and yawned, then nervously burrowed into the covers.

Fu Chenyuan will be taking a long time to shower, so he probably won't touch her, right?

Even if he wanted to touch her, she didn't seem to have any reason to resist, after all, they were husband and wife now.

Jiang Wanning took a deep breath, calmed herself down, but her eyelids felt heavy.

When Fu Chenyuan came out, Jiang Wanning was already asleep.

She had experienced so much in just one or two days, her emotions had gone up and down, and she was exhausted.

Only a floor lamp was left on in the bedroom, and in the dim light, Jiang Wanning's face looked exceptionally beautiful.

She seemed to be sleeping restlessly, her brows slightly furrowed.

Fu Chenyuan stared at Jiang Wanning for a long while before getting into bed and embracing her.

Jiang Wanning woke up because of the heat; her back was sweaty and sticky, making her think the air conditioner had broken yesterday.

As soon as she tried to get up, she couldn't move.

Someone pulled her closer to their chest, and a deep, magnetic voice, still sleepy, said, "Wan Ning, sleep a little longer."

Jiang Wanning was instantly wide awake.

The person behind her was holding her tightly, and she could even feel the changes in the man's body.

She stiffened slightly, not daring to move.

Until Fu Chenyuan seemed to have regained his senses as well.

Good morning, Wanning.

"Good morning, Chen Yuan." A respectful opening remark.

Jiang Wanning sat up, glanced at the table, and then paused.

Fu Chenyuan didn't even wear pajamas to bed yesterday; his upper body was half-naked.

His body temperature was slightly elevated; no wonder she was sweating profusely while sleeping yesterday.

Fu Chenyuan seemed oblivious, lifting the covers and getting out of bed.

Jiang Wanning saw Fu Chenyuan's back and her breath caught in her throat.

Yesterday I only glanced at it briefly, but today I can see it much more clearly; the crisscrossing wounds on his back are very noticeable.

Jiang Wanning bit her lip. It must hurt a lot.

Fu Chenyuan returned, now dressed in suit trousers and casually slipped a shirt on, buttoning it as he walked.

Seeing that Jiang Wanning's eyes were red, Fu Chenyuan fastened the last button, squatted down next to Jiang Wanning, and held her hands in his.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" He looked up at her. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Wanning shook her head, not mentioning Fu Chenyuan's wound.

She wasn't familiar with Fu Chenyuan yet, and asking him questions would be like rubbing salt into his wounds; it was rather presumptuous.

"I'm fine. Are you going to the company later? I'll make breakfast, you can eat breakfast before you go."

When she came over yesterday, she didn't see any maids at home, so Jiang Wanning offered to make breakfast.

Anyway, when she was at the Zhao family's house, she cooked breakfast and dinner, and she was a very good cook.

Later, when she went to university, she lived on campus and didn't have to go home normally, but on holidays, Lin Lin would always call her home to cook.

Jiang Wanning's cooking was naturally terrible at first, and whenever it wasn't good, Lin Lin would scold her, and even hit her. Scolding her was useless; what was the point of raising her! All she did was eat rice.

There are maids in the house, but Lin Lin refuses to let them do anything.

The food wasn't good, but they couldn't throw it away; they forced Jiang Wanning to eat it.

Jiang Wanning ate until she vomited and became afraid of it.

Later, Jiang Wanning finally mastered the art of cooking.

Lin Lin was still not satisfied and kept nitpicking.

At that time, she never imagined that they weren't actually family.

Upon hearing this, Fu Chenyuan's eyes narrowed and his face darkened.

Jiang Wanning thought Fu Chenyuan was angry. Why was he angry?

Having developed a habit in the Zhao family, Jiang Wanning would subconsciously reflect on whether she had done something wrong whenever they frowned.

Later, as she grew up, she gradually understood that some people's dislike of you has nothing to do with whether you are good or bad, or whether you have done anything wrong.

No matter how well you do, these people will still make things difficult for you if they want to.

Later, when Lin Lin scolded her, she habitually filtered it out. It wasn't that her heart didn't hurt; it was probably that it had become numb to the pain.

After learning that she was not the daughter of the Zhao family, Jiang Wanning felt relieved and decided she would no longer put up with the Zhao family.

But now, this person is Fu Chenyuan, her nominal husband, who just helped her mother.

Jiang Wanning tugged at Fu Chenyuan's sleeve, her voice soft and cautious: "Chenyuan, are you angry? Did I say something wrong? If I do anything wrong in the future, just tell me directly, okay? Please don't be angry."

She grew up under the abuse of the Zhao family, and she is particularly sensitive to people's emotions. She doesn't like being looked at or treated like that.

She and Fu Chenyuan got their marriage certificate. She wanted to live a good life with Fu Chenyuan because she thought he was a good person.

Seeing Jiang Wanning's cautious demeanor, Fu Chenyuan's heart suddenly ached. What kind of life did Jiang Wanning lead in the Zhao family?

She should have been a high-class young lady, someone who was cherished and pampered.

He was angry not at Jiang Wanning, but at the Zhao family.

No wonder when I held hands with Jiang Wanning, I felt that her hands were not as soft as those of a typical girl, but rather had calluses.

He had never held hands with any other girl, but he had held his second sister's hand, which was clearly well-maintained.

Jiang Wanning exclaimed in surprise, because Fu Chenyuan had already picked her up in his arms.

Her legs were together and straight, her body stiff and unable to relax.

Fu Chenyuan picked her up and carried her straight up. Afraid of falling, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Fu Chenyuan's neck.

"Mr. Fu?"

When she got nervous, she started calling Fu Chenyuan "Mr. Fu".

Fu Chenyuan's eyes were filled with a burning intensity, and he had already suppressed his previous aura.

Fu Chenyuan has always been unrestrained and, because he is at the top of power, he has never restrained his aura.

It seems he'll have to be more careful around Jiang Wanning in the future, lest he scare his dear wife.