Chapter 191 You really want a divorce?

Hearing footsteps coming from upstairs, the man holding the laptop looked up at her, his voice cold and indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"woke up?"

Tang Wan'er chuckled dryly. Why was she, who was usually fearless, suddenly a little afraid of the old man?

She wasn't afraid of fighting with the older man; she was just too scared of him tormenting her in bed.

Why are you home? Don't you have to go to work today?

Fu Yanzun didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Are you hungry?"

In fact, Tang Wan'er's stomach had been rumbling for a while, otherwise she wouldn't have wanted to get out of bed.

She nodded truthfully.

Fu Yanzun closed his laptop and placed it on the coffee table next to him.

He stood up, wearing a beige loungewear set.

My hair wasn't styled as neatly with gel as it used to be.

After his hair was washed and dried, it hung loosely and casually, covering his full forehead.

In this way, he actually seemed less serious and less distant than before.

The man's long, handsome legs led him toward the kitchen.

Tang Wan'er followed curiously.

As I approached the kitchen door, I saw the uncle putting some food into the microwave.

Just a few minutes later, the microwave beeped, and he took the plate out of it.

The lid was opened, and a wonderful aroma filled the air.

This must have been breakfast ordered at a five-star hotel; the packaging is still in the trash.

Fu Yanzun took the plate to the dining table, put it down (it was for two people), and then took two more sets of bowls and chopsticks.

After setting out the bowls and chopsticks, he sat down opposite Tang Wan'er.

Tang Wan'er was surprised to find that Fu Yanzun hadn't eaten breakfast either.

Didn't you eat breakfast either?

Fu Yanzun's face remained cold and indifferent, and he seemed even colder towards her than before.

"Eat it while it's hot!"

This man is really... he always gives irrelevant answers.

She asked him a few questions, but he didn't answer any of them.

Spending your whole life with a man like that would probably be incredibly boring!

Tang Wan'er pursed her lips, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

By this time, she was so hungry that her stomach was practically sticking to her back, and she didn't care about anything else.

They didn't care about their appearance anymore and started eating heartily.

Compared to her wolfing down her food, the man opposite her appeared refined and elegant.

No one could have imagined that the two of them would actually get married.

This hotel is famous for its breakfast; Tang Wan'er had only eaten there once before.

She couldn't get up that early, so she wouldn't go to that hotel all the way to have breakfast.

The advantage of following Fu Yanzun is probably that she gets to eat delicious food every day, and she doesn't have to worry about what to eat.

The only benefit she could think of in marrying this man was probably just these.

After a hearty meal, Tang Wan'er felt incredibly full and kept rubbing her round, bulging belly.

She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "So, are we still going to the Civil Affairs Bureau today?"

Fu Yanzun's movements visibly paused, and his already indifferent eyes became even colder.

The air around us seemed to have dropped several degrees.

"You really want to go?"

Tang Wan'er felt uneasy under his cold gaze.

It's as if she's an unforgivable sinner, but what exactly did she do wrong?

"Didn't you say you wanted to go?"