Shen Jingshao's home is on the 23rd floor. From the balcony of the living room, you can see the Yangtze River below, and the scenery is beautiful.

Because he lives alone, the house looks somewhat empty, and the decoration style is rather monotonous and simple.

Fang Jingyao never expected Shen Jingshao's home to be like this; it was much more simple and unpretentious than he had imagined.

The table was already set with food, a whole table full of dishes, exquisitely presented, and made with the best ingredients. Fang Jingyao immediately noticed the large lobster on the table.

Besides the table full of food, Wen Yixing also heard bubbling sounds coming from the kitchen, and a faint aroma wafted from there, making Wen Yixing feel a little hungry.

Shen Jingshao noticed Wen Yixing's gaze and said in a low voice, "I made chicken soup."

Wen Yixing looked up at him curiously: "You made this?"

Shen Jingshao smiled and said, "Hmm, would you like to try some?"

Shen Jingshao had cooked for her at her house before, and his cooking was actually quite delicious. Wen Yixing trusted his skills: "It must be very tasty."

Shen Jingshao went to the kitchen to serve chicken soup, and Wen Yixing followed him in, looking at Shen Jingshao who was bending over to serve rice.

He hadn't had time to change his clothes when he got home; he just took off his coat.

The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his well-defined, muscular arms.

Wen Yixing stared at his arm with its prominent veins for a while, then slowly shifted her gaze to his hand.

Shen Jingshao's hands were very beautiful, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, and the silver ring on his middle finger was particularly eye-catching.

As Wen Yixing was staring at the screen, she suddenly felt her hand being grabbed.

Shen Jingshao held her hand and lifted it slightly.

Compared to his hands, her hands appeared much smaller and whiter.

Why aren't you wearing one?

Upon hearing Shen Jingshao's words, Wen Yixing realized that she indeed did not have a ring on her hand.

She thought for a moment: "I took it off when I took a shower and forgot to put it back on."

Fearing he might overthink things, Wen Yixing added, "It really wasn't intentional."

Shen Jingshao smiled and said, "It's nothing."

Wen Yixing saw that Shen Jingshao's chicken soup was already served, a large bowl with red dates and goji berries floating on top, and it smelled delicious.

She moved her hand, about to tell Shen Jingshao, "Let's go eat first."

But before she could finish speaking, Wen Yixing felt a slight chill on her hands.

Looking down, she saw Shen Jingshao holding the silver ring and carefully putting it on her finger.

The silver ring looked especially beautiful under the light. Wen Yixing could tell that the ring on Shen Jingshao's hand was exactly the same style as hers. She paused for a moment, then asked softly, "How did it end up with you?"

Wen Yixing remembered clearly that she had taken off the ring and put it in her jewelry box before taking a shower yesterday, but she was in a hurry to leave this morning and forgot to wear it.

This ring should have been at home, how did it end up in Shen Jingshao's hands?

Before Shen Jingshao could speak, Wen Yixing realized what was going on, "You made several sets of identical rings?"

Shen Jingshao put the ring on her finger, then took her hand in his, their hands clasped together, the rings touching.

"I was afraid of losing it, so I made a lot of things."

Wen Yixing didn't even want to ask how many she had done. Looking at Shen Jingshao's expression as he held his phone and took pictures seriously, she felt inexplicably amused and exasperated.

"It won't get lost." Wen Yixing looked up at him and said softly, "I'll keep it safe."

"Hmm." Shen Jingshao smiled. "Then can I post it on my WeChat Moments?"

The topic changed a bit too quickly, and Wen Yixing only then realized that Shen Jingshao had taken the photo to post on his WeChat Moments.

Wen Yixing had no idea what Shen Jingshao's social circle was like, but if he wanted to, she wouldn't stop him. Wen Yixing nodded and said softly, "It's fine with me."

She stood obediently beside him, so close that her slightly cool long hair would occasionally fall down and brush against his hand.

Shen Jingshao turned his head to the side and could see her face.

She was right there in his house, in his kitchen, talking to him.

It's real, not a dream.

"Do you want to send it now?" Wen Yixing asked softly when he didn't speak.

Shen Jingshao didn't move. He placed his phone on the cabinet and tightened his grip on her hand.

Wen Yixing was pulled forward two steps by him, her body almost pressed against his chest.

Looking up, Wen Yixing met his gaze.

Wen Yixing knew that Shen Jingshao wouldn't do anything reckless, but she still glanced back. Her son was sitting on the sofa playing with his toys, not even looking up at them.

Seeing that Shen Jingshao had no intention of letting go, Wen Yixing looked up at him and said softly, "Yaoyao is still here."

Shen Jingshao's eyes deepened, but in the end, reason prevailed over desire, and he did not do anything to offend her.

The little dumpling sat obediently on the sofa. Dolls are always soft and cute when they are young. In addition, the little girl opposite him looks a lot like her mother. Sometimes when Shen Jingshao looked over, he would think he saw her when she was a child.

Upon seeing Fang Jingyao, Shen Jingshao couldn't help but think of a question. He gently squeezed Wen Yixing's fingertips and asked softly, "Will Yaoyao mind me?"

After all, not every child wants a stepfather, so Shen Jingshao couldn't help but have some concerns.

Wen Yixing thought about her son's previous reaction and said, "He probably doesn't mind."

The two lingered in the kitchen for quite a while, and Wen Yixing said softly, "Let's eat. Yao Yao is probably hungry by now."

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