Chapter Forty-Three
"Huo Yuzheng!"
Mo Wansheng called out breathlessly, her voice still carrying the lingering taste of the kiss from before.
Her face already showed a hint of anxious awareness as she reached out and blocked Huo Yuzheng's chest as he approached again.
"Wait, wait, I need to go to the dessert shop later." Mo Wansheng gasped for breath, trying to calm herself down.
"Preparing for the competition with your senior?"
Mo Wansheng felt a little guilty for a moment. Huo Yuzheng's eyes were filled with turbulent emotions, and she felt that he was still jealous.
"Yes, it's very important!" Mo Wansheng nodded vigorously, trying to get away with it by citing the legitimacy of her work.
At the same time, she counted on her fingers, calculating the time left for the competition, "There are only a few days left."
Seeing that Huo Yuzheng didn't speak, but just lowered his eyes and quietly watched her.
Mo Wansheng had a sudden inspiration, leaned close to his face, and lightly pecked his lips, "After the competition, I'll spend the New Year with you in France!"
She blinked and changed the subject, "But, you finished your work at the company so quickly? I really didn't expect you to come so early."
Huo Yuzheng looked at her deliberately ingratiating appearance and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
He reached out and gently brushed her nose with his fingertips. "Work is never-ending. But Mrs. Huo, if I don't keep a close eye on her, she might not come home with me."
His fingertips traced down from the tip of her nose, gently tracing her slightly swollen lips, causing Mo Wansheng's body to tremble.
Mo Wansheng was taken aback, staring into Huo Yuzheng's unfathomable eyes.
Hearing these words from Huo Yuzheng's mouth, she even wondered if she was hallucinating.
Ever since that incident at the airport, Huo Yuzheng has become a completely different person.
He reports his 24-hour itinerary every day, down to the smallest detail. He also frequently makes surprise video calls, catching her off guard each time.
After all, those were all conversations on the phone, separated by a screen and a seven-hour time difference, so they didn't feel very real.
Now that he was in front of her, she was truly in a daze.
“You…” Mo Wansheng opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn’t know what to say.
Huo Yuzheng: "What's wrong with me?"
Mo Wansheng couldn't help but complain, "Huo Yuzheng, to be honest, are you really still Huo Yuzheng? I feel like you've changed too much in just a few days."
Huo Yuzheng suddenly chuckled softly, "Then Mrs. Huo, tell me, what was I like before?"
This question silenced her.
Three months ago, they went from being strangers to having a legally defined intimate relationship.
Huo Yuzheng was a stranger to her, someone she wanted to try to understand.
But she could never quite figure it out.
Her first impression of him was that he was a workaholic; she thought his life consisted of nothing but reports and contracts.
But gradually, she seemed to discover many different sides of Huo Yuzheng in the little details.
He's a great cook, he's incredibly skilled at video games, and he even wrote romantic poems when he was young...
Huo Yuzheng was not the rigid robot she had imagined.
She slowly grew fond of him, meticulously unraveling his secrets to uncover more new and intriguing mysteries.
Like unwrapping a beautifully packaged gift, each discovery brought her surprise and made her even more fascinated.
Huo Yuzheng noticed that she was just staring at him without saying anything.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke first, "No matter what I am."
"I want to know, Mrs. Huo, are you satisfied with me as I am?"
Looking at his serious face, Mo Wansheng shrank into his arms like a kitten burrowing into its den.
She reached out and hooked her arm around Huo Yuzheng's neck, tilting her head back with a smile in her eyes.
"Mmm," she responded softly.
She then gently rubbed her nose against Huo Yuzheng's chin, saying, "I'm very satisfied."
Suddenly, Mo Wansheng remembered something, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.
She deliberately drew out her words playfully, saying, "I'm very satisfied with Mr. Huo as he is now."
Huo Yuzheng was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "So you're not satisfied with the previous one?"
Seeing Huo Yuzheng's rare expression of near "defeat," Mo Wansheng couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Her eyebrows curved into crescent moons.
She stretched out her finger and playfully tapped his chest.
For the first time, she gained the upper hand.
She even wanted to take out her phone and snap a picture of Huo Yuzheng's expression at that moment.
"Fool." Her voice was full of sweetness. "I didn't say I was dissatisfied with the previous Mr. Huo, I just wasn't very satisfied."
She watched as Huo Yuzheng's eyes darkened at her words, his expression a mixture of helplessness and amusement.
His hand on her waist tightened silently, pulling her closer to him.
"Oh?" Huo Yuzheng asked in a low voice. "Then it seems I need to work harder to make Mrs. Huo even more satisfied."
Taking advantage of the moment when his arm loosened slightly, Mo Wansheng nimbly slipped out of his embrace.
She gently pushed him back, causing him to fall onto the soft sofa.
Mo Wansheng stood in front of the sofa, her hands behind her back, leaning slightly forward, and smiling at Huo Yuzheng.
"Oh?" She mimicked Huo Yuzheng's tone, her voice rising even more alluringly at the end, "Mr. Huo, what are you planning to do?"
She deliberately tilted her head, her gaze sweeping from his slightly tired handsome face to his hand casually resting on the sofa armrest.
"Are we relying on your old, stiff arms and legs that've been on a plane for over ten hours? Or are we relying on your bloodshot eyes that haven't adjusted to the time difference?"
She lightly touched her lips with her slender fingers, feigning a question, "I'm not entirely satisfied with this, what should I do?"
Huo Yuzheng chuckled. He was indeed exhausted; jet lag and the long flight had taken a toll on his energy.
As soon as the group's meeting ended, he flew directly to Paris.
He was somewhat helpless after being provoked by Mo Wansheng.
Seeing that he was speechless because of her, and could only smile helplessly, Mo Wansheng's smugness grew even stronger.
She straightened up, extended her index finger, and gently tapped his forehead.
Her tone was light and cheerful. "So, Mr. Huo, the most important thing right now isn't thinking about how to make me more satisfied."
"Instead, Mr. Huo, please go and catch up on your sleep right now!"
After Mo Wansheng finished speaking, she didn't give Huo Yuzheng a chance to react.
She turned around briskly and walked lightly toward the bathroom, humming a tuneless little tune.
As she reached the bathroom door, she turned back and smiled sweetly at him: "As for Mr. Huo really wanting to try..."
She blinked. "After you've had a good night's sleep and are fully rested, we'll chat slowly."
Before she could finish speaking, she had already closed the bathroom door, leaving Huo Yuzheng sitting alone on the sofa.
Huo Yuzheng gently rubbed his swollen temples and chuckled softly.
This time, he admitted defeat.
But next time, things might not be so simple.
Huo Yuzheng did not go to sleep immediately, but leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
Mo Wansheng opened his eyes as soon as he came out of the bathroom.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Huo Yuzheng: "I'll take you to the dessert shop."
Mo Wansheng walked over quickly, gently placed her hand on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up, "It's very close, not far from here, no need to see me off."
She said in a coaxing tone, "We'll have dinner together tonight, and you should get some rest first."
He ignored her advice and simply repeated those three words slowly: "I think I'll send it."
"Okay," she finally gave in. "It's a deal then, you'll come back to sleep right after you drop me off."
They went downstairs together and walked side by side on the cobblestone streets of Paris.
The morning sun shone on the road, and a gentle breeze carried the moisture from the Seine.
Mo Wansheng turned her head to look at Huo Yuzheng's profile. The fatigue in his eyes was still obvious, but his steps were steady and powerful.
Feeling playful, she skipped lightly to him and walked backwards.
She faced him with a sly smile.
Mo Wansheng tilted her head. "Let me guess, why do you want to give it to me?"
Huo Yuzheng's gaze remained steady as he looked ahead, offering only a faint "hmm" in response.
It seems he doesn't want to answer that question.
Mo Wansheng didn't seem to care and continued speaking, "I understand!"
She paused deliberately, observing his reaction. "Are you curious about my senior?"
Upon hearing the words "senior," Huo Yuzheng abruptly stopped in his tracks.
"So, what kind of person is your senior?"
Seeing Huo Yuzheng's seemingly concerned yet feigned composure, Mo Wansheng couldn't help but chuckle.
She pretended to be thinking seriously, "Senior..."
"His name is He Zihang, and he was a star student at our school back then. Not only was he first in his major, but he also won an award in an international dessert competition."
As Mo Wansheng spoke, she secretly observed Huo Yuzheng's reaction.
Seeing his gaze darken further, she continued slowly, "He was the founder of our school's dessert club. I joined the club back then. He was a very gentle and patient person. When he taught us how to make macarons in the club, I failed more than ten times, but he patiently demonstrated it again and again."
She deliberately spoke in a nostalgic tone, "And he was particularly meticulous, always able to discover the most subtle balance in the recipe, and often created innovative and delicious dishes."
"However, he came to France after graduation. If it weren't for this competition, we really wouldn't have seen each other for many years."
...
Huo Yuzheng's expression darkened, and his lips were already pressed into a straight line.
Seeing this, Mo Wansheng finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, then changed the subject, "However..."
She tiptoed closer to his ear and said, word by word, "Your senior will always be my senior, and your husband will always be my husband."
Huo Yuzheng was slightly taken aback, then reached out and gently embraced Mo Wansheng.
This was the first time he had heard her call him "husband".
The Parisian sun was shining brightly, enveloping them in warmth as they embraced.
Not far away, He Zihang, standing by the window of the dessert shop, took in the whole scene.
He gently pushed up his glasses, a knowing smile appearing on his lips, and turned to walk towards the control room.
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