Chapter 107 (8): The sincerity in his eyes remains the same as before

After returning home, Liang Huaixu first took a shower and changed his clothes, then busied himself in the kitchen. He was now quite enjoying the warmth and homeliness of his small family home.

Cooking for two isn't tiring, and the emotional feedback Zhuang Fuyao gives him after eating his food is irreplaceable, so he doesn't want to ask a housekeeper to interrupt their time together for the time being.

Zhuang Fuyao noticed that he hadn't stopped working since he got home, so she thoughtfully washed a cucumber, broke it in half, and ate it while watching him prepare the ingredients, occasionally feeding him a bite of cucumber.

She usually wouldn't come to watch him cook, let alone feed him fruit. Liang Huaixu was greatly encouraged and full of energy.

Just as it was lunchtime, Liang Chaoluo arrived.

Logically speaking, given Lao Liang's recent special circumstances, his son should spend more time with his elderly father. However, he is simply too busy with work. He is trying very hard to share Lao Liang's workload and is very dedicated to his work. He hasn't taken a vacation in a long time.

Having finally gotten a day off, he rushed back to Jiang City, wanting to visit Ms. Zhuang and experience the warmth of family.

Who would have thought that walking in would be like being bombarded with dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection

He was shocked by what he saw in the kitchen.

First, he didn't know that Lao Liang could cook.

Secondly, he was unaware that the two had such a good relationship.

This looks like a rekindling of an old flame.

Liang Chaolu coughed twice, making his presence known.

The two people in the kitchen only then noticed that there was another person in the house.

Zhuang Fuyao hadn't eaten with her son in a long time. When she saw him come over, she smiled and said, "Let's see who's cooking today?"

Liang Huaixu: "..."

He had initially felt that the atmosphere had shifted somewhat today, and that there were subtle signs of a breakthrough in their relationship. Now, with his son's interference, he was unsure what would happen next, and his expression darkened.

At the dinner table, Liang Chaoluo placed a piece of food on Ms. Zhuang's plate.

Seeing this, Liang Huaixu put two pieces of food on her plate.

Looking at the dishes piled on top of the white rice, it seemed like the father and son were competing with each other, and Zhuang Fuyao felt helpless.

Liang Chaoluo was still unaware of what was happening and thoughtfully peeled a shrimp for Ms. Zhuang. When Liang Huaixu saw this, he immediately peeled most of a bowl of shrimp.

Liang Chaoluo then realized that Lao Liang was going against him. Lao Liang's expression was not good either, which made him feel a little resentful. He was worried that the supervisor had complained to Lao Liang.

After finishing their meal, Liang Huaixu urged everyone to leave, saying, "Go home early after you finish eating; you have to go to work tomorrow."

Liang Chaoluo: "I have a day off tomorrow."

Liang Huaixu: "Your supervisor will contact you in an hour."

Liang Chaoluo: ?

This is absolutely a bolt from the blue!

He suspected that Lao Liang was in a bad mood, and he just happened to walk into the trap. Lao Liang had just been very happy in the kitchen.

Liang Chaoluo didn't want to get any more involved, so after receiving the notification, he went back dejectedly.

After he left, Zhuang Fuyao asked, "Why were you throwing a tantrum with the child?"

"He's such a grown man, coming here without even saying hello, how rude!" Liang Huaixu asked casually. "Does he often come here to eat?"

“Not often. He only comes when he has time, but he hasn’t eaten here in a long time since he graduated.” Zhuang Fuyao glanced at him. “He finally came, and you chased him away again.”

Liang Huaixu remained silent and quietly went to tidy up the kitchen.

Zhuang Fuyao was still pondering when she suddenly thought of something and her eyes crinkled into a smile. "Liang Huaixu, you're not jealous of your son, are you?"

"..."

Liang Huaixu was reluctant to admit it, but it was true to some extent.

After all, Zhuang Fuyao and Liang Chaoluo were not related by blood. Suddenly, the little girl had grown into an adult almost as tall as him, and her features even resembled his. He was a little unaccustomed to it.

Of course, this is not the main point.

The main problem is that my son came at the wrong time today; it's a bit of an eyesore.

He pursed his lips and shook his head.

Zhuang Fuyao raised an eyebrow, ignored him, and went to her studio to paint. She had been having a lot of inspiration lately.

She finally grasped and solidified the previously vague inspiration.

She has already completed three paintings in the past two months. Her colleagues in the studio praised them highly and asked her if she had secretly consulted some inspiration guru. Zhuang Fuyao also found it quite amazing. She attributed it to changes in her hormones, possibly due to a healthy lifestyle, coupled with the subtle relationship between her and Liang Huaixu, which made it easier for her to generate inspiration.

When inspiration strikes, she feels genuinely happy and finishes her drawing early, planning to reward her muse that evening.

Unfortunately, apart from being a bit excessive during her blind dates, Liang Huaixu was quite well-behaved during this period, and he slept in the second bedroom every night.

She was wondering how to tell him about her decision.

Should I suddenly send him a message and say, "Let's give it a try?"

Something seems a bit strange.

She thought for a moment, then posted a picture of the roses she received today on her WeChat Moments: "My good luck has arrived! [heart]"

Only Liang Huaixu could see it.

Standing by the window in the second bedroom, Liang Huaixu mixed a drink and stared blankly out the window, reflecting on his time with her that day, especially how he had fed her in the kitchen. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. What did she mean by that?

He took a sip of his drink, opened his phone, stared at his chat window with her for a long time, and then casually opened his Moments.

My gaze froze the moment I saw the post she made on WeChat Moments.

This is the first post she's made on WeChat Moments in the past few months.

What does that mean?

After pondering for a while, he vaguely guessed what was going on. His heart started pounding uncontrollably. He put down his wine glass and went to knock on her door.

Just then, Zhuang Fuyao was also drinking, wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown he had never seen before, looking languid and alluring. She leaned against the door and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Seeing this, Liang Huaixu felt his heart beat faster, and his voice became slightly hoarse, "What's the meaning behind your WeChat Moments post?"

"What WeChat Moments?"

"You know that."

"What do you think?" She smiled, her voice sweet and alluring from the alcohol.

Receiving her hint, he swallowed hard, entered the room, turned around and blocked her in the doorway. His gaze slid down her body, finally landing on her lips. As he slowly leaned closer, Zhuang Fuyao smiled slightly and turned her head away.

The atmosphere between them was like intertwined threads; he was itching to kiss her, but before that, he wanted to wait for an answer.

"Fufu..."

He looks so fragile at times like this, which makes him very endearing.

But she was deeply moved.

After a brief struggle, she suddenly hugged his neck and whispered in his ear, "Let's give it a try!"

The man's eyes instantly lit up like stars, and he kissed her without hesitation.

Zhuang Fuyao was drawn into the scorching vortex, her figure swaying under the door... The commotion lasted until late into the night.

-

From then on, Liang Huaixu moved into the master bedroom without any problem, and the two got along quite well in every way.

Zhuang Fuyao felt like she was in the throes of new love, and her mood was bubbly every day. After Ji Lan noticed her daughter's situation, she casually asked, "Have you met any suitable boys lately?"

Zhuang Shaoping listened attentively from the side, and he also noticed the change in his daughter; her mental state had become much brighter.

"No." Zhuang Fuyao answered without blinking. She felt that she and Liang Huaixu were still in the experimental stage, so it was better to keep it a secret for now.

Ji Lan didn't notice anything amiss, so she had no choice but to let her daughter go for the time being.

As soon as her daughter left, she immediately told Zhuang Shaoping, "There's definitely something going on."

Zhuang Shaoping also felt that there was something to it, but then he thought, "But if there really is something, Fufu wouldn't need to hide it from us."

Ji Lan said, "Maybe the other party is someone who can't be brought to light."

The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. After discussing it with Zhuang Shaoping, they decided to launch a surprise attack. Before leaving the house, she made ample preparations, wearing a sun-protective face mask and also preparing one for her husband.

Zhuang Shaoping said, "I don't think I need to."

"Look at you, you've gotten so tanned, and you still say you don't need to! As the husband of an award-winning actress, you should at least pay attention to your image."

Zhuang Shaoping couldn't argue with his wife, and he also felt that what she said made sense, so he put it on. This led to Liang Huaixu bumping into the two elders when he went downstairs, but neither of them recognized him.

Of course, he took good care of his sun protection, and the two elders didn't recognize him.

Ji Lan nudged her husband's arm, "Look!"

"What?"

"Hey, that guy over there! Doesn't he look like Fufu's boyfriend?"

Zhuang Shaoping turned around and saw that the other person was wearing a hat and a mask, so he couldn't tell anything from them. "How did you figure it out?"

"Wow, he's handsome and tall! There aren't many residents in this building; I've never seen him before."

Zhuang Shaoping glanced at him again. He looked quite young, probably in his early twenties. Ji Lan guessed even more boldly, "He might still be studying."

Zhuang Shaoping almost choked. "It can't be that bad, can it?"

"Otherwise, why didn't our daughter tell us?" After guessing around without finding the answer, Ji Lan simply pulled her husband upstairs.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Zhuang Fuyao assumed it was Liang Huaixu coming back to pick up something, so she didn't look through the peephole. Opening the door, she exclaimed in surprise, "Dad? Mom? What brings you here?"

"Your dad and I happened to be in the area, so we just stopped by to take a look." She looked carefully while changing her shoes, but didn't see any men's shoes.

Zhuang Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Liang Huaixu was a clean freak with obsessive-compulsive disorder and would put the shoes in the shoe cabinet, so Ms. Ji did not notice anything unusual.

Ji Lan went in and looked around, "See how you've cleaned up, is it a mess?"

Zhuang Shaoping also took a look and said in surprise, "Fufu's room is quite clean."

Zhuang Fuyao readily agreed.

Although Liang Huaixu was the one who tidied it up.

Ji Lan suddenly asked, "Did we just have guests at home?"

Zhuang Fuyao was taken aback, then lied through her teeth. "No."

"Then what about the cup you're placing opposite?"

“My friend asked me if I had any nice cups, and I happened to have a set, so I thought I'd set them up and take a picture to show her.”

Zhuang Fuyao took the initiative, with a hint of coquetry, "Mom, did you come to see me or to check up on me? I really don't have any problems. If I did, I would definitely tell you."

Zhuang Shaoping coughed, reminding his wife not to go too far.

Ji Lan calmed down and said, "Alright, of course I came to see you. What do you want to eat for lunch? Let your dad show off his cooking skills."

Zhuang Fuyao named a few dishes, and Lao Zhuang went to prepare them with great enthusiasm.

The mother and daughter were watching TV on the sofa. During this time, Zhuang Fuyao was worried that Liang Huaixu might suddenly return, so she asked him about his schedule several times.

Liang Huaixu had a full schedule today, but after his girlfriend asked about his plans several times, he assumed she missed him. During his lunch break, he drove home specifically for the occasion.

Hearing the door open, Zhuang Fuyao tensed up instantly. She glanced in the direction where Ms. Ji had gone to the bathroom, then in the direction of the kitchen, and quickly ran to the entrance to pull Liang Huaixu out.

Liang Huaixu looked at her questioningly.

Zhuang Fuyao whispered, "My parents are here."

"..."

Why did you suddenly come back?

Liang Huaixu lowered his eyes. "I thought you missed me."

Liang Huaixu always manages to easily evoke feelings of reluctance in her. Zhuang Fuyao almost wanted to take him in to meet her parents, but she managed to restrain herself.

When she got back, Ms. Ji asked, "What did you go to do just now?"

"A deliveryman just came to pick up the returned items."

When Zhuang Fuyao saw Lao Zhuang bringing the food to the table, she quickly went over to help, successfully escaping this time.

-

And so, they kept their relationship secret for two years. Their son and daughter-in-law were already married, but Liang Huaixu was still without a formal status. He was anxious, but dared not push too hard, fearing it would backfire.

At the same time, Zhuang Fuyao's artistic career reached a new peak, and everyone in the studio knew that their boss had found a boyfriend.

Because my brother-in-law usually dresses very young, they all thought he was some young college student when they first met him.

They were all shocked when they learned the other person's identity.

My brother-in-law looks much younger than his age; you'd never guess he's such a prominent figure in the business world.

The reason Liang Huaixu dresses in a younger style stems from overhearing a conversation she had with a friend.

She seems to like younger people now...

So, in the CEO's office on the top floor of the pavilion, he always kept a young man's outfit on hand. Every day after get off work, he would dress up as if he were cosplaying, transforming from CEO into young man. To avoid being seen by his employees, he would always wear a hat and a mask.

This often leads to people asking him if he has another younger brother.

He was initially puzzled, until one day when he went to Lao Liang's office, he bumped into Lao Liang, who had changed his clothes.

He almost didn't realize what was happening, but he knew without a doubt that Lao Liang was going to see Ms. Zhuang.

Gradually, his initial surprise turned into habit.

But when others asked him again, he said somewhat angrily, "Why don't you ask me if I have an older brother?"

Does he look that old?

Because of so many coincidences, Ji Lan and Zhuang Shaoping tacitly accepted that their daughter was secretly dating a young man.

This realization came to them three years later when their daughter brought Liang Huaixu back to see them.

When Liang Huaixu went to see his elders, he naturally dressed very formally.

Ji Lan and Zhuang Shaoping had many thoughts on their minds, and at one point they even thought their daughter was two-timing them.

"Why don't you go ask her?"

"I don't want to ask, you go ask."

"Well, I can't very well ask."

The two were dawdling in the kitchen, doing something, so Zhuang Fuyao went to check and overheard them trying to ask her something.

What do you want to ask?

Ji Lan patted her chest, "You scared me to death!"

Ji Lan winked at her husband, Zhuang Shaoping, who was somewhat embarrassed but still asked, speaking hesitantly and indirectly.

After hearing this, Zhuang Fuyao laughed until tears almost came out.

“Is that the kind of person your daughter is? What young man? Actually, it’s Liang Huaixu. That’s how he’s been dressing these past few years.”

Ji Lan and Zhuang Shaoping fell silent for a moment.

It wasn't that they didn't trust their daughter, but Liang Huaixu had always seemed like a mature and steady person to them, and didn't seem like someone who would dress like that.

Ms. Ji and Mr. Zhuang were unaware of Liang Huaixu's soul-transmigration, and Zhuang Fuyao couldn't tell them about it. She simply boasted, "Because your daughter looks too young, he dressed like this to match me."

"…………"

Just in case the two elders still didn't believe her, Zhuang Fuyao brought it up at the dinner table. Liang Huaixu nodded, "It really was me."

Since Liang Huaixu had said so, they naturally no longer had any doubts.

Moreover, this actually relieved Ji Lan and Zhuang Shaoping.

Over the past few years, they have been somewhat worried. Although they are not the kind of people who are old-fashioned and feudal, they would still be very concerned about their daughter's future if the other party was a boy who was much younger than Fufu.

Human nature cannot withstand the test.

Their relationship is good now, but what if Fufu gets old and loses her looks while the boy is in his prime? Will he change his mind?

They didn't want their daughter to get hurt, but they also didn't want to hinder her romantic relationships.

Therefore, in comparison, even if Ji Lan didn't really want her daughter to go back to her ex, she felt that the original couple was indeed more suitable.

-

After meeting the parents, Zhuang Fuyao and Liang Huaixu continued to live their happy life together.

The difference is that their relationship is no longer a secret, but public.

In this relationship, Zhuang Fuyao did not put any shackles on herself, did not pursue a lifetime commitment, and followed her heart to feel and experience.

And so, from observing each other everywhere, we unknowingly spent many years together.

One night, Zhuang Fuyao took a nap and awakened many memories, including the original plot.

At that moment, she suddenly understood the real reason why Liang Huaixu suffered from depression.

Because the plot dictates that they will be separated.

But her lover, unaware of the plot, defied it to love her. Depression was the price he paid.

Fortunately, they used time to write the correct answer.

Many years later, even when their grandson was in elementary school, they were still as loving as ever, and they even chose a yard in the suburbs to plant many flowers and plants.

The two walked slowly, hand in hand.

As the man aged, wrinkles appeared on his face, and his legs were not as nimble as before, but the sincerity in his eyes remained the same as it had always been.