Chapter 263: I'm Experienced at Bathing You
Chapter 263: I'm Experienced at Bathing You
After returning home, Wen Jin first took a picture of the metal necklace and sent it to Shen Mingxi, asking if it was hers.
The person on the other end was busy with something and didn't reply.
It's already 2 a.m.
After my biological clock tells me when I should sleep, I'm not sleepy at all.
Taking advantage of the weekend, Wen Jin has been tidying up Qiushui Bay all day. Although the house is still empty, after all, with two people, a dog, and a cat, it's impossible to fill the house completely.
However, it has gained a lot of Wen Jinye's influence.
It was incredibly heartwarming.
Now that she's home, a wave of hunger washes over her, and Wen Jin belatedly realizes that she hasn't eaten dinner.
Fu Yanjing was leaning back on the sofa.
He hadn't showered yet and couldn't bear to go and ruin Wen Jin's newly changed, fluffy sheets and blankets.
I can only make do with lying on the sofa for a while.
She was so gentle that even Fu Yanjing, who wasn't drunk, felt slightly tipsy.
A sense of weariness inexplicably washes over me, and I just want to immerse myself in this moment of tranquility and beauty, and rest for a while.
Wen Jin also thought he was just under the influence of alcohol.
I covered him with a thin blanket and then went to the kitchen.
While cooking hangover soup for Fu Yanjing, she also didn't want to deprive herself of food.
There wasn't much food at home, but luckily Wen Jin had prepared a box of instant food when the TV station was quite busy a while ago, and she brought it over now.
She cooked herself a bowl of instant noodles.
Fu Yanjing felt dizzy and closed his eyes in a half-dreaming state.
I could feel the bright light from the overhead lamp shining on my eyelids, and I could also vaguely hear Wen Jin's busy, soft rustling sounds.
Like a little hamster.
Soon, the unique aroma of junk food filled the large living room.
Wen Jin also squatted on the sofa, patted Fu Yanjing, and called him softly:
"Fu Yanjing, drink some hangover soup first, it will make your stomach and body feel better."
Her fair, warm hand caressed Fu Yanjing's face.
Fu Yanjing lifted his eyelids and watched her concern for him without showing any emotion.
"Even hangover soup smells this good?"
Wen Jin blushed. "What? I cooked noodles for myself."
Wen Jin also placed the hangover soup on the low stone table in front of the sofa.
The instant noodles were steaming hot right next to me.
Fu Yanjing sat up a little straighter. "You haven't eaten?"
Wen Jin didn't take it to heart. "I wasn't hungry at the time. After tidying up the place, I forgot about it."
"The house is still missing someone to tidy it up."
“Don’t you dislike having outsiders at home? This is fine too.” Wen Jin also lowered her head and slurped up her instant noodles. “I don’t have to clean every day. We’re not here during the day, so it doesn’t have to be anyone else.”
"Can you not be so domestic? I don't want you to come home after a long day and still have to stand in front of the stove and fuss over it."
He spoke with great seriousness, but Wen Jin didn't quite agree.
"What do you mean by 'making a fuss'? Living together as a couple, this isn't a sacrifice. I have to take care of myself too."
“But there are two of us now. I really can’t help you with meals.” The young master, who was out of touch with reality, couldn’t even recognize all the most common vegetables on the street.
His income can be calculated in seconds, and he also bears the enormous burden of being an heir.
This burden may become even heavier, especially after he decides to be with Wen Jinye.
Therefore, Wen Jin doesn't need him to force himself to stand in front of the stove and do things that are completely unsuitable and mismatched with him, just to show his love.
"But I don't believe it's reasonable for my wife to be busy all day and then come home to serve me three meals a day."
I just casually made him a hangover soup while cooking for myself late at night, why is he taking this topic so seriously?
Wen Jin also said, "Cooking a meal isn't that troublesome."
Fu Yanjing's voice was deep and resonant. He rubbed his temples with his fingers slightly bent. "It seems you still have a lot of strength. If you really enjoy tinkering with these things, then let's see who can tinker more."
This kind of turmoil is different from that kind of turmoil.
Wen Jin understood the meaning behind his words.
How could he say such nonsense without batting an eye and with such nonchalance?
Wen Jin blushed, slowly chewed and swallowed the noodles in her mouth, and said regretfully:
"This bowl will be the last bowl of hangover soup you drink that I make."
The hangover soup wasn't to his liking.
He didn't like the drinks the nanny made when we lived in Xishan Villa.
But this time, he obliged and drank it all in one gulp.
Not a single drop was wasted.
Wen Jin also finished eating her noodles.
Just as they were getting ready to tidy up, Fu Yanjing, who had leaned back on the sofa, suddenly spoke up.
He was particularly domineering: "Leave it there, I'll clean it up later."
Wen Jin also said, "You haven't even taken care of yourself."
"I'll wash it in a bit."
It's almost 3 a.m. now.
If we postpone it any longer, we won't even need to sleep; we can just wait until dawn.
Wen Jin also gets a two-day weekend, but what about Fu Yanjing?
Things haven't been going smoothly at work lately.
Perhaps someone in the port city was putting pressure on him, vying for power and securing his position at the top. He appeared glamorous on the surface, but behind the scenes, he was ultimately working tirelessly and cautiously.
Wen Jin also squatted down next to the sofa, her fingertips gently touching Fu Yanjing's slightly furrowed brow.
"You've been working hard lately."
When he felt the hand slide down from between his eyebrows and land on his collar, Fu Yanjing didn't think much of it.
Fu Yanjing didn't think much of it as he unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time.
He held Wen Jinye's hand lightly, without stopping her, as if he wanted to cling to her and didn't want to let go of her hand.
He thought she was urging him to take a shower.
When that soft, boneless hand hooked onto Fu Yanjing's belt, his lightly closed eyelids suddenly opened, and his tired, sleepy pupils were suddenly filled with a sense of clarity from the shock.
His belt was so hard to untie; Wen Jin tried several times but couldn't get it open.
The palm covering the back of her hand grew heavier and heavier. Wen Jin was too busy struggling with her belt to notice his stiff body and the burning heat of his palm.
He said, annoyed, "I'll unbuckle your belt, don't cause trouble."
The fire showed a faint tendency to rise further.
But she spoke so frankly, her clear gaze devoid of any desire.
Fu Yanjing didn't want to embarrass himself, so he held Wen Jinye's hand down and didn't move.
His usually calm and composed voice sounded somewhat uneasy.
Why are you unbuckling my belt?
"I'll help you take a bath. Aren't you tired?"
Sincerity is often the most powerful weapon.
Fu Yanjing was completely unable to cope.
His voice was fragmented; he could only manage to squeeze out two words in a breathy voice: "No need."
Wen Jin asked frankly, "Are you shy?"
Fu Yanjing laughed in exasperation.
She was completely unaware of such a scandalous affair.
"What are you doing? Coveting my beauty, trying to take advantage of me while I'm drunk?"
Wen Jin became more open, "What part of you haven't I seen before? Besides, I have experience, it'll be fine in no time."
Fu Yanjing found this intriguing, "Where did you get this experience from?"
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