Chapter 2 Returning Home
The car was driving slowly on the road, and the neon lights of the city shone through the window, casting colorful light and shadows on Fu Shengyan's face.
Lin Zhihua held the steering wheel steadily. In the quiet car, there was only the slight sound of the engine and the faint melody of the car music.
Fu Shengyan's eyes were fixed on Lin Zhihua's profile, with a hint of hesitation and testing in his eyes. He asked softly, "Is he good to you?"
Lin Zhihua choked. It turned out that this guy had been preparing himself for a long time just to ask this?
"Very good," Lin Zhihua decided to praise Attorney Fu more, providing the vulnerable patient with enough sense of security. "He is very considerate and respectful to me. He remembers all my preferences and is always there for me when I need him."
Fu Shengyan's breathing stagnated, and his heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by a hand, and a dull pain spread instantly.
Looking at Lin Zhihua's shining eyes and the smile on her lips, Fu Shengyan clearly realized that his Zhizhi had found happiness in the company of others, but he had missed it after all.
It had been many years since she had said such cheesy words. Lin Zhihua couldn't help but cough lightly. She turned her head slightly, a little curious about how Fu Shengyan would react after hearing this confession.
Fu Shengyan had a complicated expression. He looked at Lin Zhihua, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile uglier than crying, and his voice was dry: "That's good..."
Lin Zhihua was devastated.
She gritted her teeth, swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth, turned her face away, and ignored this unromantic man.
It's really hard to guess what the eighteen-year-old Mr. Fu is thinking. He's even jealous of himself?
Isn’t that too childish?
How can she be eighteen years old? She is clearly only eight years old at most!
The two of them walked in silence.
"We're here." Lin Zhihua parked the car, unbuckled her seat belt, pushed the door open and got out.
Fu Shengyan looked at the unfamiliar villa in front of him and got out of the car silently.
The woman didn't even show up on their wedding anniversary, and when he got home, there was no light on in the room. It turned out that he and his nominal "wife" were bound by an arranged marriage.
Fu Shengyan took a deep breath and suppressed the bitterness in his heart: "Just send it here. It's very late. You should go back first."
Lin Zhihua: "?"
Lin Zhihua rolled her eyes: "Where to go? This is my home, okay?"
Although this was their wedding house, only her name was written on the property certificate.
She entered the password skillfully, pushed the door open, looked back at the man who was stunned, and said unhappily, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Why don't you come in?"
Fu Shengyan was flattered to enter.
The intelligent robot at the door immediately sensed their arrival, and soft lights instantly lit up, illuminating the entire room.
The villa's interior was warm and inviting. In the open-plan living room, a few hand-woven pillows were casually thrown on a soft linen sofa. A magazine lay open on a wooden coffee table nearby, and thick books were scattered around.
The robot, Xiaofu, had a round and lovely body that turned slightly, and a clear, pleasant, and enthusiastic voice rang out: "Welcome home, dear master, you must have had a wonderful and unforgettable third anniversary!"
Lin Zhihua hasn’t felt the beauty yet, but it is indeed unforgettable.
Her husband was fine when he went to work this morning, but when he came back in the evening, he had shrunk like a high school student.
"Change your shoes before coming in." Lin Zhihua put a pair of blue slippers under his feet.
Fu Shengyan frowned and stared at the pair of blue slippers that were obviously worn. He then glanced at the pink slippers on Lin Zhihua's feet, which were obviously a couple's pair. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're going to wear his shoes for me?"
Lin Zhihua ignored him. She was already used to Fu Shengyan's occasional outbursts tonight.
What's mine and his? Aren't you two just a pair of feet?
She changed into slippers, handed the bag to Xiaofu, touched her belly, and walked towards the kitchen.
After all this trouble, she hasn't even had dinner yet!
Seeing that Lin Zhihua ignored him, Fu Shengyan felt a little aggrieved. He didn't have time to worry about it and quickly changed his shoes and followed her.
Xiaofu didn't notice the unusual atmosphere between the two owners and followed them closely. "The temperature in the house has been adjusted to the most comfortable state. The package has been left at the entrance for you."
"Thank you, Xiaofu." Lin Zhihua touched its round head. Receiving the praise from its owner, a smiling face appeared on Xiaofu's electronic screen.
Fu Shengyan looked at it several times.
Lin Zhihua gently opened the refrigerator door, and a faint floral fragrance wafted to her face.
The sight before her made her gasp softly. The entire refrigerator was filled with gorgeous red roses, each one carefully selected. Each rose was full and brightly colored, and the dewdrops rolling on the petals reflected brilliant light under the soft light.
Soft and soothing music flowed in the air like a gurgling stream. Along with the rhythm of the music, Xiaofu slowly came to Lin Zhizhao holding an exquisite two-layer cake.
A warm picture flashed on Xiaofu's electronic screen. "This is a surprise from the gentleman. Dinner is ready. You can enjoy it anytime."
Lin Zhihua was so moved that she picked up her phone and took a few photos of the roses and cake, and later posted them on her circle of friends to show off their love.
Witnessing this romantic scene, Fu Shengyan's heart was filled with jealousy. He unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, and his nails dug deep into his palms.
"Ayan, come and hold it." Lin Zhihua placed the cake on the tray in Fu Shengyan's arms and pulled him to the front of the refrigerator.
He didn't understand why, but he still caught the cake steadily and cooperated by posing.
Lin Zhihua quickly picked up her phone and took a few steps back, carefully adjusting the angle through the screen viewfinder.
"Hubby, smile."
Fu Shengyan subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth, then widened his eyes and his heart skipped a beat.
With a "click", Fu Shengyan's bandaged and funny expression was frozen forever.
Lin Zhihua looked at the photos in her phone and burst out laughing. She quickly saved a backup, fearing that if she was a second late, the person involved would snatch the phone away and delete it.
She laughed for a long time, and before Fu Shengyan came up to grab the phone in embarrassment, she took the initiative to put the phone in front of him.
Fu Shengyan's attention was not on his phone. He looked at Lin Zhihua in disbelief and asked with a trembling voice, "Zhizhi, what did you just call me?"
"Ayan?" Lin Zhihua waved the photo in front of him.
"That's not it," Fu Shengyan said anxiously, "You just asked me to smile..."
Lin Zhihua rolled her eyes, a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she deliberately tilted her head and blinked her eyes, pretending to be innocent and asked: "What did I say? Aren't you A Yan?"
He pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on Lin Zhihua, the desire in his eyes becoming more and more obvious.
"Look at the cake in your hand." Lin Zhihua looked at the innocent boy version of Fu Shengyan who only had memories of being 18 years old, held back her smile and slowly approached him.
Fu Shengyan lowered his head stiffly, and saw two hearts drawn with pink icing on the top of the cake, with "Zhizhi and Ayan will be together forever" written in golden jam in the center.
His eyes suddenly widened and his heart began to beat uncontrollably.
Lin Zhihua stood on tiptoe, breathed softly into his ear, and said word by word: "Husband..."
A blush quickly spread from his ears to his cheeks, and even the tips of his ears became red and hot.
Lin Zhihua pinched his earlobe with a malicious look and said with a grin, "Why, didn't Tang Yuan tell you? Today is our third wedding anniversary."
Fu Shengyan's lips trembled slightly, and his heartbeat was as loud as a drum in his ears. He could clearly feel the warmth from Lin Zhihua's fingertips. The warmth seemed to carry electricity, spreading through his earlobes and throughout his body, making every limb of his body numb.
"I didn't really not tell you, did I?" Lin Zhihua looked at his slightly red eyes and gently let go of her hand.
Her expression was a little strange. "So, when you were being sarcastic before, you thought we were both married to other people?"
Fu Shengyan couldn't help but smile, and he nodded a little embarrassedly.
"Squeak, squeak, I, I'm so happy." Fu Shengyan carefully put the cake down and hugged Lin Zhihua in his arms, his arms unconsciously tightening, "Fortunately, I'm not that stupid..."
Lin Zhihua wrapped her arms around his back and smiled softly, "Who said that? At that time, the only thing you had the most stubborn attitude towards was your mouth."
Fu Shengyan looked at her innocently.
"Let's not talk about this for now. I'm hungry. Let's have dinner first." Lin Zhihua gently pushed him, and Fu Shengyan reluctantly let go of her hand, his expression seeming a little regretful.
Xiaofu had already lit the candles first, and the restaurant was filled with a warm and romantic atmosphere. The soft candlelight swayed on the translucent thermal cover.
Lin Zhihua gently pressed the button next to the dining table, and the thermal cover slowly dropped down, revealing the delicious dishes underneath.
"You haven't seen it before?" Lin Zhihua blinked at him, her tone slightly proud. "This is a high-tech product our team just developed. It can accurately maintain the temperature and humidity of food."
Fu Shengyan curiously moved closer to the thermal cover and carefully examined this novel device.
He exclaimed: "It's amazing. With this, I don't have to worry about the food getting cold anymore."
Lin Zhihua picked up a piece of braised pig's trotter and placed it in Fu Shengyan's bowl. "Like replenishes like, what you eat replenishes what you eat."
"Squeak, squeak, it's clearly my head that's injured, not my leg." Fu Shengyan was a little puzzled. He poked the pig's trotter with chopsticks. The trotter was beautifully dyed with sugar color and was soft, glutinous and chewy.
"Who said that? Aren't you just a big pig's hoof?" Lin Zhihua took a bite of the braised pork ribs and squinted her eyes with happiness.
Fu Shengyan pushed the pig's trotter aside and abruptly changed the subject: "Squeak, are these dishes made by that round-headed intelligent robot?"
"You made all of this." Lin Zhihua took a few bites of rice and recalled carefully, "The second month after we got married, you went to Ms. Yun to learn how to make it so I wouldn't have to eat takeout every day."
Lin Zhihua looked at the braised pork ribs in the bowl and recalled the first time Lawyer Fu cooked.
Both of them are kitchen novices. At the Lin family, Ms. Yun is in charge of cooking, while at the Fu family, five-star chefs take turns cooking.
At that time, they were newlyweds and just wanted to live in their own world, so they didn't even hire an aunt.
The two had a big dispute over ordering takeout.
Lin Zhihua wanted to eat fried chicken and barbecued crayfish, but Fu Shengyan thought these were unhealthy and greasy, and suggested ordering takeout from the private chef.
Lin Zhihua said that they could order their own dishes and satisfy their different needs, but Fu Shengyan insisted that they must eat together, otherwise it would seem very awkward.
After the two of them had been deadlocked for many times without any result, candidate Fu entered the examination room with the knowledge he had learned from the recipe in five minutes. The test question was about the braised short ribs that Ms. Yun often made. He was in a panic when answering the question, and finally the examiner Lin Zhihua gave him a big failing grade.
Because she really couldn't swallow those black, salty, and unknown objects!
In the end, Fu Shengyan poured out the plate of "pork ribs" and threw the burnt pot into the trash can.
Later, Fu Shengyan secretly went to Ms. Yun for extra lessons while Lin Zhihua was working overtime, intending to surprise Lin Zhihua.
It took Fu Shengyan about half a month to be able to eat this delicacy, and Lin Zhihua also ate braised short ribs for almost half a month. Fortunately, Lin Zhihua had a strong childhood filter for this dish, otherwise she might not want to see braised short ribs for the rest of her life.
Since he succeeded in making braised pork ribs, Fu Shengyan seemed to have ignited his cooking skills, which became better and better. Lin Zhihua also enjoyed the food very much, and neither of them ever hired a cook again after that.
"Squeak?" Seeing Lin Zhihua staring at the bowl in a daze, Fu Shengyan felt annoyed.
"It's okay." Lin Zhihua came back to her senses and quickly finished the food in the bowl.
Fu Shengyan clenched his fists and made up his mind: "Zhizhi, I can learn to cook, you..."
"No, please don't." Lin Zhihua interrupted him anxiously, "We can order takeout for the time being."
Fu Shengyan's eyes dimmed: "Zhizhi, you don't want me to learn how to cook, right? Because I can't make the same taste as him..."
Lin Zhihua: No, I just don’t want to subject my fragile stomach to eating braised pork ribs for another month!
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