His cold, stern eyes opened.

Wen Yan parked the car and went to the back seat to open the door for him.

Fu Xiaohan strode down with his long legs.

Seeing that Wen Yan was also soaked by the snow, she said, "Find a hotel and change your clothes."

"It's alright, I don't need it." He's fine with it.

"I don't want my subordinates to come to work while sick."

He coldly uttered those words and walked straight past him.

Wen Yan felt a surge of emotion.

In his heart, those words were warmer than a cotton coat.

Master Han is really good to him.

Wen Yan did not let him down.

Wash away the chill from your body.

We drove to the Fu Family Manor.

Tang Xingmi, heavily pregnant, leaned against the doorway and waited.

"Young Madam, it's cold outside. You should wait for the young master in the living room. Otherwise, you might catch a cold."

Aunt Wen draped a thick shawl over her shoulders.

She knew that the young mistress missed the young master.

I want to see him as soon as possible.

But the weather now is nothing like summer.

The wind was biting cold; it would be troublesome if the young mistress caught a chill.

In addition, the young mistress is now heavily pregnant, so she must not be exposed to cold, otherwise she will suffer from illness.

"Okay, let's go back to the living room and wait for him."

Tang Xingmi knew that Aunt Wen was doing it for her own good, so she agreed.

Aunt Wen helped her and carefully moved her to the living room.

As soon as she sat down, Aunt Wen prepared to get her a cup of hot water to warm her up.

Tang Xingmi heard a noise outside.

"Has Xiao Han returned!?"

Excitedly, she pushed herself up from the sofa and, with her large pregnant belly, walked towards the living room.

"Young Madam, please slow down." Aunt Wen quickly stepped forward to support her.

Fu Xiaohan got out of the car, trying his best to make his walk look no different from usual. He entered the hall.

Then he saw Guai Guai walking towards him.

He rushed over and put his arm around her, asking, "Aren't you cold? Why are you wearing so little?"

She was only wearing a maternity nightgown.

Fu Xiaohan held her hands tenderly.

"I'm not cold. I'm not cold anymore when I see Ahan." Tang Xingmi shook her head and threw herself into his arms.

Fu Xiaohan held her in his arms.

"Why did it take you so long at the company today? Is something wrong?"

At this time normally, Xiao Han would have already gone home.

It's already past midnight today, and he's only just gotten back.

Tang Xingmi was worried.

"It's okay, don't overthink it." Fu Xiaohan lowered his head and tenderly kissed the top of her head.

He asked, "Are you still feeling unwell today?"

"Much better." She pressed her cheek against his chest.

Fu Xiaohan put the string of eighteen beads on her left hand.

Tang Xingmi stared at the thing on her wrist, looked up at him and asked, "What is this?"

"Good luck, may you be safe and sound."

Xiao Han hasn't come back for so long, could it be that he went to get this string of lucky beads for me?

On such a cold day, Tang Xingmi hugged him with a mixture of heartache and gratitude, saying, "Ahan, thank you."

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Eat first."

Tang Xingmi took his hand and walked towards the restaurant.

He said to Aunt Wen, "Aunt Wen, please bring out the food now."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Aunt Wen put down the shawl that the young mistress had just dropped.

The two arrived at the restaurant.

When she was a little while later, Aunt Wen brought the still-steaming food to the table.

These are all his favorite dishes.

Aunt Wen stepped down.

"Xiao Han, eat quickly." Tang Xingmi sat down next to him with a smile, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in his bowl.

He asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Yes, I've eaten. I don't know why, but this afternoon my appetite suddenly became super good, and I ate two bowls of rice!"

She held up two fingers and gestured to Fu Xiaohan.

"My dear, you're so wonderful." Fu Xiaohan gently touched her cheek, looking at her with doting eyes.

"Yeah, I'm pretty good, right?"

The little girl, with a touch of pride, playfully raised her chin.

"Amazing! My little darling is the best, the most amazing!"

Fu Xiaohan smiled as he looked at the little guy in front of him.

"Eat it while it's hot, or it'll get cold."

She placed another piece of food on his plate and reminded him.

"good."

Tang Xingmi sat down next to him, propped her chin up, and quietly watched him eat.

Ah Han looks so cute when she eats; her cheeks are chubby and plump.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Fu Xiaohan chewed his food, watching the little guy staring at him intently.

"Because my Ahan is handsome~" She smiled gently at him, her watery eyes crinkling.

Ahan is so cute; when she eats, she really looks like a little hamster.

Fu Xiaohan smiled, his dimples widening, and looked at her with gentle eyes, "Did you put on honey for your lips today?"

"Does Ahan like it?"

Tang Xingmi leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

Fu Xiaohan felt a sweet warmth in his heart. "I like it, it's very sweet."

After dinner, the two returned to their bedroom.

Fu Xiaohan washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Then I massaged her whole body.

After Xiao Han's massage, Tang Xingmi felt much more comfortable all over.

Tang Xingmi wanted to hear a story.

She leaned against him.

Fu Xiaohan held her in his arms.

"Ahan, I want to hear you tell a story."

Fu Xiaohan always granted her requests, "Okay, tell the little darling a story."

She rested her head on his arm and listened intently.

"Once upon a time, there was a very short duck, and everyone always called it Dwarf Duck. One day, as this Dwarf Duck was walking, it suddenly fell into a mud puddle with a splash."

"And then what? What happened when it fell into the pit?"

Tang Xingmi wanted to know.

"Then it turned into a muddy duck."

Tang Xingmi chuckled.

Fu Xiaohan gazed at her with deep affection in his phoenix eyes and lowered his voice, "My darling, I love you."

Tang Xingmi looked up at him, cupped his cheeks in her hands, and said, "I love you too, Ahan."

Fu Xiaohan lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Tang Xingmi wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly responded to him.

The two were immersed in a sweet kiss.

The kiss ended.

She played with Fu Xiaohan's fingers and suddenly asked, "Ahan, won't you get tired of it?"

Fu Xiaohan answered firmly, "No."

"Sometimes you get tired of something after looking at it for a long time. If you spend a lot of time with me, will you get tired of it, or will you stop liking it one day?"

She came across a video today.

A couple deeply in love met in college and happily walked down the aisle together. They have been married for seven years, their child is in kindergarten, and their relationship remains as sweet as honey.

But in their eighth year, a turning point occurred.

The boy fell in love with someone else and eventually broke up with the girl.

So the people who loved each other still ended up separating.

She suddenly thought of herself and Xiao Han.

She and Xiao Han have known each other for less than a year.

Is he still just interested in her now?

I don't know if it's because of the pregnancy, but she always tends to overthink things.

She was afraid that Xiao Han would get tired of her and abandon her.

“My love, my feelings for you have never been a fleeting impulse or a passing fancy. I love you, and I will always love you. My love for you is a long-lasting and stable one. In my heart, you are unique and irreplaceable, you know that?”

He looked at her with such firmness and sincerity in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, her eyes filled with tears of emotion, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Yes, I will always love you." She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

Tang Xingmi seemed to have received a reassurance.

She shouldn't doubt Xiao Han's love for her.

What Tang Xingmi didn't know was that Fu Xiaohan had been in love with her for twelve years.

Fu Xiaohan continued to tell her stories, coaxing the little one into sleep.

Whether it was Fu Xiaohan's devout prayers that moved the gods, Tang Xingmi slept exceptionally well that night.

It's not as painful as before, when my whole body felt like it was being fried in pancakes and I couldn't get any rest.

Tonight, she had a rare good night's sleep.