Chapter 47 The owner of this house is Wen Nanxi
Fu Ci Yan stood there in a daze, watching the car leave, unable to recover for a long time.
She said she hated herself...
Just a few words, how could it be so hurtful?
He suddenly recalled the last time Wen Nanxi went on a trip. Wen Nanxi misunderstood that he was forcing himself to come, and he was really angry at that time.
So he said that without thinking.
He said he was tired of it.
It is said that Wen Nanxi is not as good as Ji Jiaojiao.
This is much more serious than just this sentence which is very annoying.
How painful it must have been for Wen Nanxi at that time.
Fu Ci Yan gave a wry smile.
It's really what you deserve...
Wen Nanxi went to the apartment first to get her things. Fortunately, she hadn't had time to pack up yesterday, so she had to bring back basically everything she had taken there.
She also packed up the things Xia Tian bought for her. There was nothing she could do if she couldn't take them with her. Xia Tian was on a business trip and she was alone.
Although He Yan could help, Wen Nanxi didn't want to make him worry, so she gave up.
But even so, she arrived home earlier than Fu Ci Yan. Aunt Zhao had already prepared a table full of dishes, including not only local Kyoto dishes, but also her favorite Huaiyang dishes, and the presentation was very exquisite.
Aunt Zhao saw Wen Nanxi coming back, wiped her hands on her apron, and took the suitcase from Wen Nanxi:
"Madam, you are finally home. Come and try the dishes I made today. I guarantee they will suit your taste."
Wen Nanxi smiled, washed her hands and sat at the dining table. She was indeed a little hungry, and the dishes were so delicious that she ate with a big appetite.
"Aunt Zhao, your cooking skills are really good."
Aunt Zhao was very happy to see her eating so contentedly:
"These are all specially instructed by the master, ma'am. He really cares about you. When he found out you moved out yesterday, he was extremely anxious."
Wen Nanxi: ...
She couldn't reply to this. Too many things happened yesterday and it gave her a headache.
"Hey, ma'am, why didn't your husband come back with you?"
Wen Nanxi's voice faded: "I'm not sure, maybe he's busy."
As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened. Fu Ci Yan stood at the door, looking at Wen Nanxi who was eating, and casually hung his coat at the door.
Ji Jiaojiao walked out from behind Fu Ciyan and saw Wen Nanxi, and said in surprise:
"Yeah, Sister Nanxi, you're here too."
Look at what she said, it's as if she shouldn't be here.
No wonder Xiao Li drove back so late, it turned out that he went to pick up Ji Jiaojiao.
Wen Nanxi glanced at the two of them, took the last bite of food, and got up to go upstairs.
Fu Ci Yan sighed.
He still remembered that every time he came home from get off work, Wen Nanxi would run to him and take his coat.
When the relationship is good, she will hug his waist and act coquettishly.
He would also give her a kiss lovingly.
How happy were they back then? How did it become like this?
Fu Ci Yan couldn't figure it out.
On the other side, Ji Jiaojiao had already changed into slippers and ran to the dining table. She looked at the food on the table that had been eaten and was a little dissatisfied:
"Sister Nanxi, why didn't you wait for us? You ate first, so how could others eat?"
Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes at Ji Jiaojiao and said, "If you don't want to eat, you can order takeout."
Ji Jiaojiao: "How dare you, a nanny, speak to me like that? Do you know who the owner of this house is?"
Aunt Zhao took away the tableware used by Ji Jiaojiao:
"The gentleman hasn't spoken yet. What are you talking about? Is your name on the property deed?"
Aunt Zhao disliked Ji Jiaojiao the first day she came to this villa. It was an aura incompatibility.
How many years has she lived? You can tell at a glance that this little vixen is there.
Moreover, when applying for the job, Fu Ci Yan made it clear that the previous nanny was fired because she did not protect Wen Nanxi.
She has been given a privilege, so she must devote herself to the wife wholeheartedly!
Ji Jiaojiao was so angry that she stamped her feet, looked at Fu Ciyan, and said with a pout:
"Brother Yan, look at her! I don't like this nanny. Replace her! And what kind of dishes does she cook? I don't like Huaiyang cuisine, and it doesn't even have coriander in it. Does she know how to cook?"
Fu Ci Yan frowned slightly. He suddenly felt that Ji Jiaojiao was a little willful.
Have I been too indulgent towards her?
So much so that she thinks of herself as the hostess of this villa?
Although Ji Jiaojiao explained today that the word "fiancée" was a misunderstanding, if she had clarified it at the beginning, the things that happened later would not have happened.
Ji Jiaojiao noticed that Fu Ciyan was silent, so she pulled his sleeve:
"Brother Yan, I'm not happy anymore. Get this nanny out now!"
Fu Ciyan looked at Ji Jiaojiao deeply:
"The owner of this house is Wen Nanxi, she is Mrs. Fu. If you are not used to living here, you can go back to your own apartment."
Ji Jiaojiao was startled and quickly lowered her head to act pitiful:
"Brother Yan, I'm just being a spoiled brat. Don't be so mean. I want to be with you. Every time I see you, I think of my brother..."
When Fu Ciyan heard Ji Jiaojiao mention her brother, his brows softened a little, and he comforted her:
"Okay, I didn't mean it. I'll ask Aunt Zhao to make whatever you like."
Ji Jiaojiao forced a smile:
"It's okay, Brother Yan. I can eat it all. There's no need to go through so much trouble."
Seeing that she was so sensible and well-behaved, Fu Ci Yan relaxed and chatted with her about work and life during the meal. They got along very well.
Aunt Zhao spat in the kitchen and muttered softly, "Why are you pretending to be innocent, Bai Lianhua? No wonder the lady is so unhappy."
After going upstairs, Wen Nanxi did not return to the bedroom, but locked himself in the studio and worked until ten o'clock.
Fu Ci Yan originally wanted to talk to Wen Nanxi, but seeing how serious she was, he didn't say anything in the end.
He sat in his study handling official business, smoking one cigarette after another, as if this could relieve the restlessness in his heart.
At this time, Aunt Zhao knocked on Fu Ci Yan's door and brought up a bowl of chicken soup.
"Sir, my wife didn't eat much today. I'm afraid she'll be hungry after being so busy. How about you bring her some soup?"
Fu Ciyan raised his eyes, looked at the bowl of chicken soup, and took it:
"Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Zhao."
Aunt Zhao saw Fu Ciyan being so polite and said with a smile:
"Young couple, just say whatever you want to say. Otherwise, misunderstandings will be hard to resolve. The wife is very soft-hearted. If you take the initiative to talk to her, she will definitely change her mind."
Fu Ci Yan smiled bitterly. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say it, but he really didn’t have the chance to say it.
Every time he went to see Wen Nanxi, he was met with a cold shoulder. Over time, he even became a little scared.
He is so good at making plans at work, but when he gets home he is afraid to talk to his wife. Is that acceptable?
Fu Ciyan was carrying chicken soup towards Wen Nanxi's studio. He happened to pass by Ji Jiaojiao's room. She stuck her head out and saw the chicken soup Fu Ciyan was carrying. Her eyes lit up instantly. She took the soup spoon and took a sip:
"Wow, it's delicious. Thank you, Brother Yan, for bringing me midnight snacks so late at night."
Aunt Zhao: ???
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