Chapter 289 Hey, why are you staring at my mommy like that?
“…Hmm.” Shen Yan paused for a moment and nodded, then immediately went to the open kitchen to get busy.
Xiao Yan blinked in surprise. Mommy really forgave him? She even let him cook. Does this mean he's going to live with them?
About ten minutes later, the sound of entering a password came from the door. Nan Weiwei opened the door with her things in hand, and suddenly a very fragrant aroma of food wafted out!
My son can't cook either.
She hurried inside, and when she saw the man in the open kitchen, her face darkened. She strode in and asked in an unpleasant tone:
"Mr. Shen, who told you to come to my house to cook?"
"Didn't you say you were having guests? I saw you dawdling around in the supermarket, taking forever to finish shopping. The guests must be starving, so I kindly came over to help make dinner."
"Anyway, I'm eating alone, so why don't we eat together?" Shen Yan said to her while elegantly chopping the vegetables in her hands.
Nan Weiwei was truly exasperated with him. What did her dawdling have to do with him? Did she expect him to come over and cook?
Isn't this man being overly concerned?
"Please go back, Mr. Shen. I can do it myself," she said in a low voice.
"You're the living ancestor I finally managed to invite back. From now on, my company's designs will all depend on you, so I have to please you."
"Daisy, you must be tired after a long day of work. Go and rest on the sofa. I'll do it for you," Shen Yan explained tactfully.
"Is this why he came to cook?" Nan Weiwei walked over, nudged him, and said in a low voice, "You don't need to please me, go back now!"
"Ah...hiss..." Shen Yan deliberately cut his finger, and bright red blood immediately gushed out. He frowned in pain.
Did she push him and cut her finger? Nan frowned slightly, and had no choice but to grab his hand and move it to the tap, turning on the water to rinse the wound. She snorted coldly.
"We told you to leave, so who's to blame?"
"Weren't you the one who pushed me? Of course it's your fault..." Shen Yan looked at her with a wronged and pitiful expression. Seeing that she was even rinsing her wound with her hand, he felt secretly pleased.
She must still like me, right?
Six years ago, he could tell she liked him a lot. The way she looked at him, the expression on her face whenever she saw him—that mix of affection and disappointment was impossible to hide. He was such a jerk for ignoring her.
Shen Yan is now filled with remorse and self-blame. He is determined to make it up to her for the rest of his life.
After Nan Weiwei finished rinsing his wound, she went to get the first-aid kit, took out some cotton balls and tossed them to him: "Press the wound yourself."
"It hurts more if I press it myself... can you press it for me..." Shen Yan gently nudged her arm, wanting her to help him.
"Such a small injury hurts?" She glanced at him, chuckled, and then looked away, showing no sympathy for him whatsoever. Didn't she feel pain when she was seriously injured by the Shen family's bodyguards before?
Hearing her words, Shen Yan knew that she was holding a grudge about being beaten six years ago. He felt a pang of pain in his heart and knew that it would be difficult for her to forgive him.
But he will never give up...
He picked up a cotton ball from the table and pressed it against his wound.
He pressed on the wound for a while before the bleeding stopped. Then, feigning pitifulness, he rubbed against the woman and said, "The bleeding has stopped. What should we do now?"
Nan Wei glanced at him, deliberately not using iodine, but instead took alcohol and sprayed it on his wound several times. The alcohol irritated the wound, and Shen Yan was in real pain at this moment.
His brows furrowed, he silently took a breath, and deliberately asked, "Does it hurt? Do you want me to blow on it?"
"Who told you to come and cook? You'll have to bear the pain yourself." She said sternly, tearing off a band-aid and sticking it on his wound, dismissing him in a low voice.
"President Shen, please go back. I will cook dinner myself, so you don't need to help me."
"You can cook? It won't be very good, will it? There are so many children here, don't force yourself."
Shen Yan remembered that she had set her kitchen on fire six years ago. Even if she could cook a little bit now, her cooking skills were probably not very good.
"No need for Mr. Shen to worry, you should go back now." Nan Wei gently pushed him, but after a while, the tall man stood still without moving an inch!
"You hurt my hand when you pushed me, so you have to take responsibility for my dinner tonight... Consider it compensation. Look how much blood you lost just now, you need to eat something good to replenish it," Shen Yan said, feigning grievance.
Sitting on the sofa, Xiao Yan looked at him. "What a scumbag dad! Does he like Mommy? But Mommy looks so ordinary now, and she has such a big son like me. What does he like about Mommy?"
Could he already know his mother's identity?
Nan Weiwei looked at this shameless man with some newfound respect. She glanced at her watch and realized that if she didn't cook soon, it would be too late. She didn't have time to argue with him anymore.
She called out to him in an annoyed tone, "Don't stand here, I'm going to cook."
She's not kicking me out? Shen Yan's lips curled slightly as he asked, "Then where should I stand?"
"Whatever." She uttered the two words in a deep voice, took off her coat and put it on the sofa. Underneath, she was wearing a white sleeveless slightly fitted short dress, revealing two slender arms and a pair of long and alluring legs. Her shoulders were so thin that one dared not pinch them.
As Shen Yan stared at her, the blood in his body suddenly began to boil, rushing straight to one place. He was secretly annoyed at himself for being so weak-willed.
You want her after just one look?
But he couldn't bear to look away, so he could only try his best to restrain his desires—
Nan Weiwei didn't notice anything unusual about him. She walked to the cutting board, picked up a knife, and started chopping the vegetables very skillfully. She had bought a lot of seafood today, so it was relatively easy to cook as long as she seasoned it.
Seeing that the man was still standing there, staring at her so intently that it made her feel uneasy, she frowned slightly and said, "Can't you go sit on the sofa?"
"You just said I could stand anywhere, and besides, I was only here to kindly guide you because I was worried you wouldn't do it well." Shen Yan just wanted to stand next to her and watch over her.
"No need. If you don't leave, just go back to your own home," Nan Weiwei called to him.
Hearing her words, Shen Yan could only obediently go to the sofa, sit down against the armrest, cross his long legs and lean against the back of the sofa, one elbow resting on the armrest, but his eyes were glancing towards the kitchen. He hadn't expected her to have changed so much in six years—
Not only did she achieve the pinnacle of her career, but she also learned to cook?
The way she focused on her work and the way she cooked with such efficiency were both captivating! Shen Yan felt completely mesmerized by her.
She is all I see and think about.
Sitting next to her father, Xiao Yan looked at him with a pout and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Why are you staring at my mommy like that?"
"Did I see her? I was looking at the open kitchen design and I thought it was nice, but the refrigerator didn't fit the space quite right."
"Let's find some time to get a new refrigerator." Shen Yan glanced at her son and said in a pretentious manner.
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