Hearing the noise outside the door, Fu Xingyun glanced at the door and said, "Do as I say at the company."
He then hung up the phone and turned his wheelchair toward the door.
Seeing no sound from inside, Lin Qiong, upholding the noble Olympic spirit of never giving up, raised her hand and persistently knocked on the door.
He clenched his fist and brought it down in the opposite direction, and the door opened without warning the next moment.
Lin Qiong: !
Upon seeing this, Lin Qiong quickly stopped and then patted her heart.
It was a close call that he almost punched Fu Xingyun in the face.
Fu Xingyun looked up. "What is it?"
Lin Qiong put on a professional smile and said, "Dinner's ready."
Fu Xingyun glanced at his watch; it was still some time before his usual meal delivery arrived.
Fu Xingyun raised an eyebrow, "Takeout?"
Lin Qiong was a little embarrassed. "I made it."
"A beheading banquet?"
Lin Qiong made a heart shape in front of her chest, "Love Dinner".
"..."
For a moment, silence fell over the air.
The other party's overly attentive behavior made Fu Xingyun fall into deep thought.
However, Lin Qiong didn't think too much about it. "I was busy with the wedding today and didn't have time to eat. I saw there were some vegetables in the refrigerator, so I cooked some."
After saying that, the man asked, "You can cook?"
Lin Qiong blinked: "Yeah."
Fu Xingyun's eyes darkened. Long before the wedding, he had someone investigate Lin Qiong, and the investigation report showed that Lin Qiong was a lazy bum who never lifted a finger and couldn't cook at all.
Fu Xingyun turned his wheelchair: "I won't eat."
His resolute turn was just like that of a rebellious fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenager.
Lin Qiong quickly stopped him, "Aren't you hungry?"
I'm not hungry.
Glug—
"..."
Lin Qiong thought the other person was just shy, so she lowered her head and said bashfully, "You don't need to be so polite with me."
Fu Xingyun: ...No.
Lin Qiong pushed him to the elevator entrance. Fu Xingyun had no choice but to raise his hand and press his fingerprint. After entering the elevator, Lin Qiong considerately pushed Fu Xingyun to a corner.
"The Golden Triangle".
Fu Xingyun: ?
Lin Qiong explained earnestly, "Even if I run away in case of an accident, you won't get hurt."
Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately.
Then Lin Qiong was seen standing quietly in another corner.
Fu Xingyun: "..."
Lin Qiong seemed to realize something and hurriedly said, "Of course, that was just a hypothetical situation. If something unexpected really happens, I will definitely not abandon you."
Fu Xingyun glanced at him but said nothing.
Two minutes later—
"Why isn't the elevator moving?" Remembering that she always needed a fingerprint to enter the elevator, Lin Qiong tilted her head and looked at him. "Does it require a password?"
Fu Xingyun was silent for a moment, then said, "You didn't press the elevator button."
"..."
After exiting the elevator, Lin Qiong pushed Fu Xingyun to the restaurant. Looking at the three dishes and one soup on the table, a rare hint of surprise appeared on Fu Xingyun's usually indifferent face.
The aroma of the food wafted over, and it seemed to be doing alright.
Since she was going to run away with Fu Xingyun's money later, she should take responsibility for him now. Lin Qiong did her best to secure Fu Xingyun's wheelchair, then turned around and went into the kitchen to serve rice.
Thump—a mountain of rice bowls landed in front of me.
Fu Xingyun: ...
Lin Qiong, holding her own portion, sat down opposite Fu Xingyun with a delighted expression.
Counting the days, he realized he hadn't had a proper meal in four months. He then picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.
Lin Qiong eats quietly, but she likes to stuff food into her mouth and hold it there.
Fu Xingyun watched Lin Qiong, who was radiating happiness, and only picked up his chopsticks after seeing her take a few bites to confirm that the food was not poisonous.
Seeing someone pick up a piece of fish, Lin Qiong's eyes lit up as she asked, "How is it?"
Fu Xingyun tasted the meat; it was fresh and delicious without any fishy smell, and the flavor was surprisingly good.
Fu Xingyun: "It's alright."
Lin Qiong smiled after hearing this, and then put another piece of food on his plate, saying, "Eat more."
Fu Xingyun looked at him.
The next moment, Lin Qiong smiled shyly, "Brain tonic."
Fu Xingyun: ...
For a moment, I didn't know whether I was doing it for his own good or scolding him.
After dinner, Lin Qiong got up to clear the dishes. The three dishes and one soup were eaten clean by the two of them, but Fu Xingyun ate most of them.
Seeing Lin Qiong's busy figure, the man spoke up, "You used to know how to cook?"
Lin Qiong glanced back at him. "Yeah, I learned it when I was little."
Lin Qiong grew up in an orphanage, where children learn almost anything without parental protection, good or bad, and are left to their own devices to avoid going astray.
Lin Qiong learned to cook because the cafeteria ladies' cooking was terrible.
After hearing this, Fu Xingyun didn't ask any more questions. He simply said, "There's a dishwasher in the kitchen," and then turned around and took the elevator back to the third floor.
When Lin Qiong turned around, the person had already disappeared.
I didn't expect this cunning old man to be so considerate.
After returning to the third floor, Fu Xingyun pushed his wheelchair to the study, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
"Mr. Fu."
"You don't need to bring food today." Fu Xingyun paused for a moment, then continued, "You don't need to in the future either."
The person on the other end of the phone was clearly surprised, but didn't say much, only asking, "Does Mr. Fu need someone to look after him?"
Fu Xingyun did not give an immediate reply after hearing this, so it would depend on how long Lin Qiong could keep up the act.
“Not for now.” Fu Xingyun: “Go investigate Lin Qiong’s past records again, in more detail.”
"Okay, Mr. Fu."
Fu Xingyun hung up the phone and stared into thought as he looked out at the dark night.
Since the fire six months ago, Fu Xingyun has become wary of everyone around him. He started by reshuffling his loyal subordinates and then the housekeepers. The reason he doesn't keep any servants at home now is simply because he's afraid someone might have ulterior motives and plant spies.
As for Lin Qiong...
He'll find a reasonable excuse to get rid of it sooner or later.
Fu Xingyun tapped his slender fingers on the cold wheelchair, his eyes as black as ink, lost in thought.
A short while later, there was another knock on the door.
"What's up?"
Lin Qiong's voice came from outside the door, "Are there any spare rooms in the house? I don't know where I'll sleep tonight."
Although the two are now married and should sleep together, Lin Qiong knows that Fu Xingyun's affection for her is currently negative, so she shouldn't rashly enter his room.
He felt he would go in vertically and come out horizontally.
Fu Xingyun: "Except for the one at the very end."
Lin Qiong nodded after hearing this and politely replied, "I understand."
After saying that, she happily went to find her room.
Lin Qiong carried her small bag into the room; it was the luggage the driver had brought in when she got out of the car.
The rooms are decorated in light colors, unlike the luxurious appearance of the villa as a whole, and are quite understated.
Lin Qiong took out a change of clothes from her small bag and went to the bathroom.
To my surprise, there was a jacuzzi.
Lin Qiong put hot water in it and let it simmer in the water, like a frog being slowly boiled in lukewarm water... No, he has friends now.
Boil the baby bird in lukewarm water.
After taking a bath, Lin Qiong changed into her pajamas, lay down on the bed, and sighed comfortably.
After sleeping on the streets for so long, I'm still not used to sleeping in a bed all of a sudden.
Lin Qiong grabbed a pillow, hugged it to her chest, and rolled around on the bed.
A click—a sound came from the door. Lin Qiong looked up at the sound and met a pair of dark eyes.
Lin Qiong: !!!
The young man lying on the bed was wrapped in a white blanket, with only his fluffy head sticking out.
My eyes were misty because I had just taken a shower.
Fu Xingyun stared at the cat-like insects by the bed, his face so cold it could shatter ice crystals. "What are you doing?"
Oh no, did he go into the wrong room?!
Lin Qiong sat up abruptly from the bed.
Then, feigning composure, he asked, "Have you heard the story of Huang Xiang?"
Fu Xingyun crossed his arms and looked at him.
Lin Qiong swallowed stiffly, then lowered her head shyly, "In ancient times, Huang Xiang warmed his father's bed; now, Lin Qiong warms her husband's bed."
Fu Xingyun: ...
Before anyone could react, Lin Qiong nimbly slipped out of the room, not forgetting to politely say goodnight before leaving.
Lin Qiong breathed a sigh of relief after coming out. She thought she had been careful in everything, but she had actually gone into the wrong room.
It's okay, life goes by very quickly.
Then, with its fluffy head drooping, it went into the next room.
The next morning, Lin Qiong woke up in bed with her messy, thick black hair lying on the pillow.
He felt light as a feather, as if he were sleeping on a cloud.
He went to heaven... Then, after thinking for a moment, he realized, "Oh right, he transmigrated into the book yesterday."
Lin Qiong slowly sat up from the bed, then lifted the covers and got out of bed.
A tingling, electric shock-like sensation shot through her leg, and with a thud, Lin Qiong crashed to the ground. The pain in her buttocks jolted her awake.
Lin Qiong miserably got up from the ground and glanced at the door of the next room as she walked out of the room. She didn't know if Fu Xingyun was awake or not. Then she checked the time and it was only six o'clock in the morning.
The biological clock from the previous life has been carried over here, forcing the cuckoo bird, who wants to sleep in, to get up early.
The ingredients in the refrigerator were almost used up after making dinner yesterday, so Lin Qiong dressed neatly and planned to go out to see if there was a morning market selling vegetables.
Just throw some trash away.
Lin Qiong walked to the garbage station and immediately spotted an elderly scavenger dressed in fine clothes.
"..."
Lin Qiong stared into thought as she watched the old man, dressed in designer clothes, rummaging through the trash can.
Is rummaging through trash cans a popular hobby?
The old man seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned his head, catching the two of them off guard and making eye contact.
The other person looked at him warily, "I collect trash from these bins every day."
Lin Qiong: "No, I didn't mean that."
The old man said, "My retirement pension is 20,000 yuan."
Lin Qiong: ...Well done.
After throwing away the trash, Lin Qiong wandered around, but this wealthy villa area only had large supermarkets, not morning markets.
Lin Qiong clutched her wallet as she walked in and pushed a cart into the fruit and vegetable section.
The vegetables here are all packaged in plastic boxes and sold individually. Lin Qiong stepped forward and picked up a box of green vegetables.
Suddenly, something seemed to dazzle my eyes. I looked down and saw a box of eighty yuan.
"..."
It was half an hour later when Lin Qiong came out carrying the things she had bought.
I bought a lot of things, almost enough groceries for the next week.
The amount he spent was enough to cover a month's salary in his previous life.
He's really becoming less and less like himself.
He then lowered his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Like a rich person.
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