Chapter 429 My Husband Still Has Energy

Fang Li was stunned, and the man's lips fell.

Her eyes flickered, and she realized that the man had misunderstood.

She turned her head away and pushed him away: "I'm really hungry!"

“I didn’t expect Mrs. Han to have such a big appetite. I couldn’t feed you enough after such a long time.”

Han Xi deliberately raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and touched her lips subtly: "Don't worry, your husband still has energy and will definitely feed you."

Feeling the man rolling over, Fang Li gritted her teeth angrily: "Han Xi!"

“.......” He chuckled.

Seeing the man shrugging his shoulders and laughing, Fang Li realized belatedly: "Did you do this on purpose?!"

"good."

Han Xi raised his hand to tuck the hair on her cheek behind her ear, then leaned over and kissed her lips lightly: "What do you want to eat? I'll make it."

Seeing Han Xi stand up and casually grab his pajamas and put them on, Fang Li's complexion finally returned to normal.

She also sat up, hugging the quilt. Han Xi bent down, picked up his shirt from the ground and handed it to her: "Put it on. It's cold at night."

Han Xi's body temperature and a faint scent of pine were still lingering on the shirt fabric, and Fang Li finally wrapped herself in it.

Han Xi went to the cloakroom, pulled out a T-shirt and put it on, then went to the kitchen.

Fang Li sat on the bed and relaxed for a while, then buttoned up her clothes, got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom barefoot with trembling legs. The slightly cool touch of the wooden floor made her toes curl slightly.

Han Xi is checking the refrigerator.

Although the two of them don't come back here often, someone comes regularly to clean and replenish the refrigerator.

The warm yellow light from the refrigerator illuminated Han Xi's face. From Fang Li's perspective, his profile was unusually well-defined.

"It's too late, can we have noodles?" he asked without turning his head, having already taken out two eggs and some tomatoes.

Xu Fangli clutched her stomach and curled up in a chair in the dining room. "It's all fine. Do whatever you want."

Han Xi pulled a dark blue apron from a drawer and put it on, tying the string behind her slender waist. "Hold on a little longer, I'll be quick."

He skillfully lit the fire and poured oil. "You ate too little at night."

“It’s not just because I eat less.”

Xu Fangli leaned sideways on the chair, swinging her bare legs as she watched him busy himself.

Hearing the resentment in the woman's words, Han Xi curled the corners of his mouth and his hands moved more swiftly.

He cut the tomatoes with quick, precise movements, the blade hitting the cutting board creating a crisp rhythm.

As the frying pan sizzled, he glanced back at her, his eyes lingering on her bare thigh for a few seconds.

"Don't look at me like that,"

Xu Fangli squeezed her legs together, her face flushed. "Look at your pot."

Han Xi raised the corner of his mouth and deliberately made the egg liquid in the pan make a louder sound: "Don't worry, even if I see you..." He paused meaningfully, "it won't affect my performance."

The heat quickly spread throughout the kitchen, mixed with the sweet and sour aroma of tomatoes and the aroma of fried eggs.

Xu Fangli looked at Han Xi's back. The apron straps outlined his straight shoulders. As he stir-fried the food, his shoulder blades were faintly visible under the fabric.

After so long, she is still easily deceived by this man.

Just imagine a man who is feared in the business world, and is now cooking a bowl of ordinary midnight snack for her. I am afraid that no woman can help but feel vain.

In less than ten minutes, the sound of the range hood stopped.

"alright."

Han Xi put the noodles into a blue and white porcelain bowl, sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions on it, and drizzled a few drops of sesame oil.

Instead of using chopsticks, he took a silver spoon and walked in front of Xu Fangli.

"Try it." He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it and then handed it to her lips.

The noodles are chewy, the tomatoes are sweet and sour, and the egg droplets are as soft as clouds.

Xu Fangli narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, her tongue tip casually sweeping across the edge of the spoon.

Han Xi's eyes darkened, but he just continued to feed her spoonful by spoonful, occasionally wiping the soup from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

"How does it taste?" Han Xi suddenly asked, his eyes fixed on her face deeply.

Xu Fangli chewed contentedly, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Very good. Mr. Han's cooking skills are still worth being confident in."

“Is cooking the only skill worth being confident about?”

Fang Li paused slightly, opened her eyes and looked at him.

Han Xi put down the spoon and suddenly raised his hand to cover her lower abdomen. "Do you think there is already a little life in here?"

Fang Li was stunned for a moment and her body tensed up involuntarily.

It had been two weeks since she'd lied about being pregnant, and they were really...working hard on "making it work."

"No...not so fast."

She stammered a reply, feeling the warmth from his palm.

Han Xi chuckled, placed the bowl on the table, and placed his hands on the armrests on either side of her, trapping her between his arms. "Don't you believe in my ability?"

He brushed his nose against hers. "I guess I'm not trying hard enough."

Xu Fangli grabbed his apron string and said, "What are you talking about? I've already tried my best!"

Only after he finished speaking did he realize what he had said, and his ears instantly started burning.

Han Xi kissed her burning earlobe with pleasure, then turned around and took out a jar of honey and lemon from the cupboard: "Eat quickly, and drink some honey water before going to bed, otherwise your throat will be uncomfortable tomorrow."

Xu Fangli lowered her head to eat noodles. After a while, a bowl of noodles appeared on the ground, and Han Xi also came over with a cup.

She took the glass and touched her fingertips to his.

Only then did she suddenly remember that she seemed to have eaten the whole bowl of noodles and left nothing for Han Xi.

"Am I done?"

Han Xi curled his lips: "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

Fang Li said "oh" and sipped the sweet liquid while watching Han Xi skillfully clean up the kitchen utensils.

He washed the dishes as if he were doing some precision work, and every movement was done with his unique precision and elegance.

"If you are no longer the president of Han Corporation, you will definitely do well in opening a restaurant," she couldn't help but say.

Han Xi closed the cupboard and looked back at her: "Are you talking about Tan Palace?"

Yes.

Fang Li suddenly realized that he had forgotten that Tan Palace was his.

Han Xi approached, resting his hands on either side of her knees. "I'm afraid I won't open a restaurant again. I've only cooked for one person in my life."

The moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving his outline a silver edge.

For the first time in so many years, Xu Fangli felt like she was intoxicated in someone's feelings, just like this night, like a stolen candy, so sweet that it seemed unreal.

They were still worried about many things during the day, but at this moment, in this quiet restaurant, they were just two ordinary people in love.

"Are you sleepy?"

Han Xi took the empty cup from her hand and drank the remaining honey water from the place where she had drunk.

Xu Fangli shook her head, but couldn't help yawning.

Han Xi chuckled, took off her apron and hung it up, then picked her up from the table.

Xu Fangli instinctively put her arms around his neck, and the hem of her shirt rolled up because of this action, revealing more skin.

"Han Xi," she whispered against his shoulder, "You're not really pregnant, are you?"

Han Xi paused, then continued walking towards the bedroom: "That's just right."