Chapter 18: Her Heart Softens a Little 18

Find some time, I'll talk to the young master and teach the young mistress about business. The old steward could see the old master's worry, but the old master shook his head: "No need, the Fu family having one dazzling pearl is enough; so many Wu Zetians would just cause chaos."

"By the way, the young mistress brought you a gift herself; when you received it, there were waves of faint fragrance—it must be quite expensive." The old steward, based on his years of experience, thought it should be ambergris.

"Is that so? Then I'll wait eagerly until tonight to see if her gift suits my taste better than Qiwei's." Old Master Fu likes this girl very much; if possible, he wants her not to see the Fu family's dirty power struggles behind the scenes for the rest of his life.

After all, she resembles that radiant woman who smiled at him in his memory.

"I never married the woman I loved in my lifetime, my son also never married the woman he loved in his lifetime, but my grandson must marry the woman he loves."

Fu Qiwei brought her back to the small courtyard, marking the way along the road and saying, "Although I'll always be with you, to prevent you from getting lost in the Fu family, you need to remember this route."

She nodded earnestly.

Actually, she had already memorized this route thoroughly the second time she walked it, but she still tried hard to remember it.

In the small courtyard, the attic's second floor is their room.

"Qiwei, will we ever have our own child?"

He held her hand; the stairs weren't very high, but certainly not short, and she was wearing high heels, so he walked slowly, answering as they went, "We're still young, there's no rush."

Returning to the room, the curtains had already been drawn open.

Only then did she clearly see the bedroom's structure; the room was tidy and spacious.

In the center stood a large bed spread with soft bedding; outside the south-facing floor-to-ceiling window hung luxurious, slightly heavy silk curtains, which were drawn open, letting sunlight pour in in broad sheets; the tree shadows from the courtyard fell onto the wooden floor, and the air was filled with a faint rose fragrance.

On the bed lay a beige large bear; the bed could accommodate about five or six people, so one bear doesn't get in the way.

But why does this bear look so familiar?

He told her, "I happened to see you had collected it, so I bought it on a whim."

She looked at him suspiciously—really, did you just buy it on a whim, or was it to cheer her up?

"Fu Qiwei, do you know what's hardest about you?"

Upon hearing that, his hand paused in its motion.

"Your mouth is the hardest; you clearly gave it to me on purpose, so why say you bought it on a whim?"

When she said that, he also recalled Gu Yunzhen's words.

He embraced her from behind and said softly, "Ruanruan, I know I'm usually dull in speech, not a romantic person, but I will give you the best things; materially, I won't let you suffer injustice, and mentally, I aim to satisfy you."

Hearing that, she was always moved.

Yet she also realized he wasn't usually this sentimental, and asked, "You don't usually say things like this—what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing much; I just wanted to tell you I love you and can't bear to see you wronged."

After saying that, he let go of her, picked up a remote from the bedside table, and automatically drew the curtains closed.

"Ruanruan, let me look at your shoulder."

She made no move, her tone tinged with hesitation as she asked, "Can I not wear a skirt?"

He blinked, "Of course." As long as she likes it, she can wear whatever she wants, anyway Grandfather has already accepted her.

"Great!" she exclaimed, hugging him, "I finally don't have to wear a dress to pretend to be a lady anymore; it's exhausting."

She let him do as he wished; he half-removed her skirt, examined her wound, and indeed, the marks were no longer so severe.

Beside her, the little woman complained incessantly: "Wearing a skirt is really troublesome—when going downstairs you have to watch the hem so it doesn't get dirty, when going upstairs you're afraid you'll step on the skirt and fall; indeed, beauty always comes at a price."

He had already sent someone to go back and buy all new clothes for her wardrobe, and emptied her shopping cart.

"Ruanruan, we might have to stay here for a long time," he said softly.

Grandfather's meaning is that he hopes these younger generations will spend more time in the ancestral home; after all, this ancestral home is where the Fu family began, where their empire started.

"It's fine, I really like this place." She took off her high heels, sat kneeling on the bed, and he brought the medicinal alcohol to reapply it to her.

Fu Qiwei lowered his head, his tall body half-kneeling beside the bed, bending slightly to carefully apply the medicinal alcohol to her.

At first it was icy cold, and she shivered.

The man breathed warmly on her shoulder, so it wasn't cold anymore, making her feel a little itchy as she blinked her eyes.

Her peach-blossom eyes were captivating.

She suddenly realized Fu Qiwei was truly handsome—his features were deeply sculpted, like a god's carving, his eyes deep as ink, his nose bridge straight, his thin lips usually pressed into a straight line, very stern and dignified; how could anyone not love such a man?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" His handsome hand twisted the cap of the medicinal alcohol.

She suddenly blushed; his hands really could do anything, could do everything.

But she liked it.

I'm lustful, I'm enduring it, I just won't say it.

"What are you thinking about?"

She looked at such a good man and said, entranced, "Could this be a dream I'm having?"

He didn't speak, just gave a low laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

She turned her head to glance at Fu Qiwei, and then saw this scene…

The man, his back to her, took off his clothes; his back looked very solid, his muscles just right,

She silently admired the handsome man undressing, extending her slender, fair fingers, slightly squinting her eyes to trace his physique.

"Ruanruan, there are pajamas; let's take a nap." He took out a set of women's top-and-bottom pajamas from the wardrobe, a milk-yellow color that suited her well.

He placed it on the bed; she picked up the pajamas and got off the bed, "I'll change now."

After changing into the pajamas and coming out, she saw he had already put on his pajamas and was lying in bed.

"How are you so fast?" she pouted dissatisfied, lifted the blanket, and climbed into bed.

The little woman leaned into his embrace; he held the remote, turned on the TV, and asked leisurely, "What do you want to watch?"

She leaned against his solid chest, shook her head, "Just watch anything."

A burst of phone ringing—it was her phone ringing.

Fu Qiwei took from the bedside table and gave her a string of numbers, with no note.

She took it doubtfully and hung up the phone.

"Why didn't you answer?" he asked in a low voice.

She lazily poked his abs through his clothing, saying, "I never answer calls without a note, unless they call twice in a row."

As her words fell, the person on the other end called back again.

Yi Ruan sat up oddly and answered the phone.

"Hello..." her lazy nasal tone sounded even more alluring.

The person on the other end fell silent for a moment, then said, "It's time for you to come home with me."

()Ah, today the junior sister quit, I feel pretty bad, sigh, but disbanding is normal in the human world, we're not some accident