It’s like a child who is not loved by anyone suddenly meets someone who cares about her very much. Her first reaction is not joy, but helplessness.
Su Yanxi was used to Ni Yuchang's businesslike concern and occasional disgust towards her background. Faced with Ye Lanqing's sincere and enthusiastic hand-holding, she didn't know how to respond to his kindness.
I have a thousand words to say, but I don’t know what to say for the moment, just like a tongue-tied kid.
But fortunately, Ye Lanqing didn't care about it at all and didn't ask her to respond, as if being nice to her was the most natural thing.
Su Yanxi called out, "Aunt Ye."
"Hey~" Ye Lanqing smiled like a peony, gentle and generous, bright and friendly. "Our Yanyan is not only beautiful, but even calling me 'Auntie' is more beautiful than other girls. I heard Linlin say that you have been promoted to deputy director of the Union Medical College. You are so successful in your career at such a young age. You are good-looking, good at work, and have a good heart. Auntie is happy when she sees you."
Su Yanxi blushed a little after being praised so much.
Fu Linchen, Fu Junchen, and Fu Jingting stood aside. The atmosphere between the three grown men was completely different from before.
Fu Jingting glanced at Fu Linchen and said, "You're back."
Fu Linchen: "Yeah."
Fu Junchen: "I'm back."
Fu Linchen: "Yeah."
Just making small talk, quite official.
The awkward conversation between the three men ended here, and they all looked at the women in front of them, watching the performance of the two women quietly.
Su Yanxi was led to the dining table by Ye Lanqing.
Although Ye Lanqing is over fifty years old, she has been well maintained. Her skin is fair and firm without a trace of wrinkles. Her every move exudes the charm unique to a mature woman and she is full of charm.
She picked up a small honey cake with her slender hands, placed it on a white glazed porcelain plate with colorful patterns on the edge, and handed it to Su Yanxi.
"Try Auntie's cooking. If you like it, eat more. If you don't like it, don't force yourself to eat it. Your own feelings are the most important."
This was the second person who told Su Yanxi that her own feelings were the most important. The first person was Fu Linchen.
Fu Linchen is strong, overbearing and unruly, but he will always guide her to respect herself, take care of herself, and believe that her own feelings are the most important.
He is a wolf that runs wild and unbridled in the wilderness, arrogant and reckless yet gentle and gentlemanly. His noble and wealthy birth has endowed him with the capital to look down on others, but the gentlemanly quality of respecting others needs to be cultivated.
Su Yanxi could see that Fu Linchen's good qualities were closely related to his mother Ye Lanqing.
When you bite into the honey cake, the sweet and soft taste lingers on your tongue.
"The honey cakes are delicious. Aunt Ye's cooking skills are very good."
Ye Lanqing smiled happily, "As long as Yanyan likes it, I'll bake another plate later and you can take it home and enjoy it slowly."
Being praised by Su Yanxi for his cooking skills, Ye Lanqing took the initiative to say, "I will cook for Yanyan myself tonight."
As soon as these words came out, Fu Linchen, Fu Junchen, and Fu Jingting all showed expressions of horror on their faces. The reason was very simple -
Eating food cooked by others costs money, but eating food cooked by Ye Lanqing is fatal!
How could she, a young lady who had never done any cooking, who couldn't even tell the difference between light soy sauce and dark soy sauce, cook?
To sum it up in one sentence: Ye Lanqing’s cooking is equivalent to poisoning!
Su Yanxi didn't see the fear on the faces of the three generations of the Fu family. She said expectantly, "Aunt Ye's cooking must be delicious."
Ye Lanqing gently stroked the hair beside her ear with her fingers and replied, "I think my cooking is really delicious."
Because every time she cooked, Fu Jingting, Fu Junchen and Fu Linchen would eat in silence.
Especially when Ye Lanqing asked her if the food she cooked was delicious, Fu Jingting, Fu Junchen and Fu Linchen ate more vigorously, almost burying their heads in the bowl, but they just didn't answer.
Ye Lanqing is very strict about body management. In order to maintain her figure, she only works out and doesn't eat.
Su Yanxi, who didn't understand the situation, said longingly, "I really want to eat the food Aunt Ye cooks, but will it be too much trouble for Aunt Ye?"
Ye Lanqing: "It's not a bother, not at all. Aunt Ye is happy to help."
She glanced at Fu Junchen and said, "Come here and help me in the kitchen."
Fu Junchen obediently walked to the kitchen, and the couple worked together to start working.
Fu Jingting stood between the two young lovers and felt that his head was shiny.
"Well, I haven't seen Xuanxuan. I'm going to see where this kid has gone."
The alone space was left for Su Yanxi and Fu Linchen.
Fu Linchen patted her waist and said, "I'll take you to the second floor to visit the bedroom where I've lived since I was a child."
He had never missed seeing her since she was a child, but she knew nothing about his experiences since he was a child.
Wanting to get to know him better, Su Yanxi followed Fu Linchen to his bedroom.
The moment I stepped in, my sight was caught by the huge oil painting that occupied the entire wall opposite the bed.
On a summer night, the sky is full of stars and fireflies are flying. A girl in a white dress holds a glass lamp in her hand and closes her eyes to make a wish. A tall and straight boy stands beside her, with his hands in his pockets, staring at her tenderly.
Isn’t this his phone profile picture?
The oil painting that occupies an entire wall is magnificent, with rich colors and emotions, delicate and vivid brushstrokes, and is full of high-level and mysterious artistic atmosphere, giving everyone who sees this painting an ultimate visual feast.
Su Yanxi touched the oil painting with her fingers, and a grainy feeling like electricity passed through her fingertips. "Brother Linchen, did you draw this yourself?"
Fu Linchen: "Yes."
He painted it for a whole year, stroke by stroke, bit by bit.
During the days when he couldn't get her love, he poured all his love for her into the oil painting, depicting her face in detail.
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