Chapter 151 I want a stable happiness to heal the pain of the past.
[Shen Huainan: Please check Rabbit Wang's diet today. (Kneeling)]
Fu Hanchuan's social media clone posted a bunch of daily updates about the Frosty White Lop-eared Rabbit in a small group of four. The little rabbit, which was originally only the size of a palm, has now grown to the size of two palms.
In the video, a rabbit is nestled on the lap of a woman in a black dress. A slender, long hand with cat-eye red nail polish is gently stroking its fur.
The little rabbit was wearing a string of expensive ruby necklaces, and its fur was glossy and smooth, clearly indicating that it had been well cared for. At the moment, it was munching on a piece of dry grass.
As if knowing who the videographer was filming it for, the plush rabbit suddenly jumped off the woman's lap and dashed to the camera, startling the person who was half-squatting on the ground filming the video.
[Shen Huainan: Your Majesty, Little Rabbit King has almost won over my older sister and younger sister. Do you and your beloved rabbit consort still want this Little Rabbit King, Wen Lengleng? If not, I'll return the one million to you, and I'll rename this rabbit to Shen.]
Wen Yanyu, who was watching a video, paused for a moment and then quickly replied to the message.
Fu Hanchuan: Yes, I will! I'll pick it up when I get back. I'll buy you an identical rabbit for my sisters, but don't secretly change its surname. (Rabbit peeks out) (Rabbit hugs another rabbit) (Warning)
A message slowly came from the other end.
They withdrew quickly.
[Shen Huainan: So it's the Rabbit King's Consort (kneels) (kowtows), alright, I'll snatch the Rabbit King from my sister right now (makes a sound like he's about to be beaten to death).]
Snow continued to fall outside the window. The winter in Country E was bitterly cold, and the biting cold air relentlessly eroded every inch of the land. Therefore, even with a fireplace burning inside, the temperature was still somewhat chilly.
Wen Yanyu nestled next to Fu Zhiyan. The thick plush blanket blocked out the little air conditioning in the room, making it feel like a warm and cozy little nest, which was exceptionally comfortable.
But the hands beside him were icy cold, carrying a strange chill that would send shivers down one's spine even with the slightest touch.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes, her expression unchanged, and pulled Fu Zhiyan's hand to tuck herself into the warm quilt.
While scrolling through the daily life updates sent by Shen Huainan to "Little Rabbit Wang", she chatted idly with Fu Zhiyan.
The atmosphere was warm and pleasant.
The door opened.
This scene was witnessed by Fu Hanchuan, who had just braved the heavy snow to buy food for three people and was almost frozen to death.
Fu Hanchuan slowly lowered his eyelashes, shook the snowflakes off his shoulders, and deliberately made some noise.
Hearing the noise, Wen Yanyu raised her head from beside Fu Zhiyan, quickly climbed out of the quilt, and pounced into the arms of the man who had just entered from outside.
Suddenly, a soft touch came into my arms.
Fu Hanchuan's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of warmth appeared in his originally cold gaze as he steadily caught the boy who was lunging at him.
"You're so cold," Wen Yanyu complained, then smiled softly at the man, "When are we going to see the aurora?"
For the first two days, due to the language barrier and not being fully adapted to the climate, they were fed indoors and barely went outside.
Today it finally got a little warmer, and thinking about one of the main purposes of coming here, Wen Yanyu felt inexplicably excited.
But the thought of finally having the chance to see the aurora borealis in person, something I'd only ever seen in videos before, was incredibly exciting, even though my back injury hadn't fully healed.
Fu Hanchuan glanced down at the aurora index on the software, then exchanged a look with Fu Zhiyan, whose face had turned cold.
"After we finish eating, we'll wait for the snow to stop, rest for a few hours, and then we'll go."
Wen Yanyu's eyes lit up, "Okay!"
Wen Yanyu smiled and kissed the man's face a few times.
Fu Hanchuan was slightly taken aback, and was about to respond.
Wen Yanyu took the food from Fu Hanchuan's hand, turned around and ran back to Fu Zhiyan's side, snuggled back into the thick blanket, and started eating.
Wen Yanyu curled up into a ball, her mouth still full of dry rice.
The lunchbox contained a strange white-style meal bought from a nearby restaurant; the food had gotten quite cold on the way there.
Fu Hanchuan sat on the edge of the bed, opened his food box, put a piece of pork in his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.
Fu Hanchuan paused, remained silent for a while, then picked up the potato soup and bread from the lunchbox.
One bite.
Fu Hanchuan closed his eyes, his temples throbbing. He turned his head, about to ask his rabbit if it wanted to wait for the next meal.
Wen Yanyu was seen leaning against the headboard, completely unaware of the man's probing gaze, and was eating with great relish, the food in the lunchbox disappearing at a visible speed.
Wen Yanyu ate with focused attention, his cheeks puffing out as he kept his eyes on the food. His hair, which he had tied up himself that morning, had been disheveled from rolling around in bed and was now slightly messy. Two strands of his bangs swayed forward with each bite, but it wasn't unattractive; in fact, it was strangely cute.
Like a white, fluffy rabbit that had been starving for a long time, huddled in its blankets, it didn't care about anything else and just kept burying its head in its food, huffing and puffing.
Fu Hanchuan stared at the person for a long time, a hint of a smile unconsciously flashing in his eyes, and he also found the scene in front of him somewhat comical.
Seeing that the boy ate without any abnormality, they assumed that he had activated some strange recipe attribute.
"Do you like the cuisine here?" Fu Hanchuan asked. "How about I have the housekeeper learn to cook for you?"
Wen Yanyu didn't look up at him, and seriously complained: "It's acceptable, but it doesn't taste good. I would call it a meal to maintain vital signs."
"But it's better than going hungry."
The complaint that slipped out seemed to have touched a nerve, causing Fu Hanchuan's smile to freeze, and Fu Zhiyan to abruptly stop what she was doing.
At this moment.
A special notification sound plays on the phone.
Wen Yanyu paused, swallowed the dry bread in her mouth in a few bites, and casually opened her phone.
[Jiang Wanrou: Baby, did you eat well? Let me show you what Auntie made today. You have to eat well over there too.]
The accompanying picture shows a table full of delicious food: sweet potato rice, fried small fish, braised pork, Mapo tofu, and warm milk.
Wen Yanyu lowered her gaze.
There were four porcelain bowls on the table: three filled with rice and one empty.
Sitting on the edge of the empty bowl was a large, frosty white plush rabbit, which was about to plunge headfirst into the bowl when it was caught by a hand that was clearly that of a man.
The photo freezes in time.
Wen Yan stared at the photo for a long time.
[Jiang Wanrou: Since you're not here, I'll have to use your little bunny to feed you. Let's invite Xiao Fu over for dinner during the New Year. I've tidied up the rooms for you all (nervous about the big bunny) (anticipating the big bunny).]
Wen Yanyu glanced at the relentless snow outside the window, snowflakes falling one by one, while the fireplace inside emitted a warm sound. His two most beloved family members were right beside him at that moment.
The phone screen went out.
Wen Yanyu gently raised her eyes, and a different emotion appeared in them. A light mist appeared in her eyes, like sugar water that had been dissolved in honey, mixed with a drop of sour lemon juice, which seemed to be happiness, but also bitterness.
"Let's go to Aunt Jiang's house together during the Chinese New Year."
Fu Zhiyan, who had been silent for a while, slightly raised her hand, brushing aside the stray hairs on Wen Yanyu's forehead with one hand, and taking two fluffy hair clips with the other.
"Smack—"
Two sounds.
The stray hairs on her forehead were pulled back.
The tears that hadn't yet fallen were taken away by that cold hand.
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