ALL NOVEL Chapter 12
“Hi, good morning, wife.”
Fu Yanhe also specially posed in a way he thought was very handsome and charming, with one hand on his forehead and the other hand holding the breakfast in front of Gu Wenning.
He had checked online the night before and asked what kind of men were the most popular and could attract the attention of his sweetheart.
One of the highly praised answers stated that men who were sunny, cheerful, enthusiastic, and generous were the easiest to gain Favor. To pursue someone, one needed to take the initiative. If the person they wanted to pursue was introverted and shy, then they had to take the initiative; otherwise, they would just miss out.
So, when he woke up that morning, Fu Yanhe had given up his regular suits of various colours that remained unchanged all year round and transformed himself into a fresh and lively college student look.
Gu Wenning blinked and slowly realized that it was Fu Yanhe.
Not to mention, it was often said that people relied on clothes, and conversely, clothes also relied on people to support the scene. Fu Yanhe himself was very good-looking—tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was a natural walking clothes rack. No matter what kind of clothes he wore, nothing about him would be inconsistent; he would only become more outstanding.
Fu Yanhe thought his posture was very handsome, but in Gu Wenning’s opinion, it wasn’t so handsome. On the contrary, it looked a bit silly.
Gu Wenning’s eyebrows curved slightly as he responded in a good mood, “Good morning, Mr. Fu.”
Fu Yanhe’s mind was filled with thoughts of his wife greeting him, and a beautiful day started from that moment on.
After receiving the gentle greeting from his wife, he felt that his whole body was full of strength, and his spirit was uplifted. He felt he could go out and run a half marathon.
“Have you had breakfast, wife? I brought you breakfast; it’s still warm.”
Fu Yanhe held up the takeaway bag filled with breakfast and presented it to Gu Wenning.
Gu Wenning hadn’t had breakfast yet. He didn’t cook much; he found it troublesome and didn’t know much about it. Basically, he had three meals a day in the school cafeteria, and the food at Beijing University was famous for its good prices. It wasn’t expensive and was very cost-effective. No fool would skip eating in the cafeteria.
“I… have eaten.”
It was this moment of pause that made Fu Yanhe realize something was wrong.
Fu Yanhe pursed his lips and said, “You didn’t eat yet, wife; why are you lying? What’s there to lie about?”
Gu Wenning was stunned.
There was really nothing to lie about, but lying could avoid trouble.
It wasn’t that Mr. Fu was a trouble; it was that he was a trouble.
“Since you haven’t had breakfast, let’s eat together. I bought two breakfasts.”
Fu Yanhe secretly praised himself in his heart, thinking that he was very smart and could have breakfast with his wife.
Before Gu Wenning could say no, Fu Yanhe rushed inside, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and put them on, then swaggered toward the dining table carrying the breakfast.
The people had gone in, so Gu Wenning couldn’t drive him out. He couldn’t go out for the time being, so he closed the door and went in.
Fu Yanhe quickly set out the breakfast and had bought quite a lot, including fresh meat dumplings, purple potato buns, corn buns, vegetable porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, sweet soy milk… more than half of the dining table was filled.
Gu Wenning’s eyelids twitched.
Was this breakfast for two?
If two people could finish it, it meant they both had good appetites.
“You can eat whatever you want. Wife, I didn’t know what you liked to eat, so I bought all the common breakfast items.”
Fu Yanhe greeted Gu Wenning diligently, as if he were the owner of the house, entertaining Gu Wenning.
Judging from his heroic tone, it was obvious that he didn’t take a mere breakfast seriously.
This was in line with his background. It was just breakfast. Even if he bought too much, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t worth taking to heart.
Gu Wenning glanced at the spread, took the vegetable porridge, and ate it slowly.
His movements were neither fast nor slow, and his actions showed an elegance that was difficult to conceal. It was obvious that he was well-educated.
Fu Yanhe’s eyes never left the person opposite him as he ate breakfast one bite at a time.
His wife looked so pretty when he ate; his cheeks were slightly bulging, like a squirrel eating.
Of course, his infatuated gaze couldn’t escape Gu Wenning’s eyes. Of course, Fu Yanhe never thought about hiding it at all. Instead, he stared at Gu Wenning openly and unabashedly. Why couldn’t he look at his own wife? If he wanted to see it, he couldn’t get enough of it.
Gu Wenning didn’t know what to make of it. They were all human beings, so didn’t they all eat the same thing? Why would this person be staring at him as if he were an alien?
While peeling the eggs, Fu Yanhe asked, “Honey, do you want to eat eggs?”
Gu Wenning shook his head and then picked up a small steamed bun.
Fu Yanhe nodded and swallowed the white eggs whole.
Gu Wenning didn’t have a big appetite, so he finished eating soon.
Fu Yanhe slightly frowned.
His wife ate very little. A bowl of vegetable porridge and a small steamed bun was all he saw, but he was full and stopped eating. This was too little. No wonder he was so thin; he didn’t even have two ounces of meat on his body. Young, like a kitten, he hadn’t grown taller. Logically speaking, a young man in his early twenties was supposed to have a good appetite. He remembered when he was in his early twenties; he could eat two boxes (ancient meal box) in one meal.
“Honey, are you really full? Do you want some more? This purple sweet potato bun is very good—sweet, soft, and glutinous; it tastes great.”
Fu Yanhe was selling hard.
Judging by its appearance, the purple sweet potato bun did look good. It seemed delicious and smelled great, with a faint aroma of purple sweet potato.
But Gu Wenning was indeed full and shook his head in refusal.
“All right.”
Seeing that his offer was declined, Fu Yanhe took matters into his own hands.
Soon, there wasn’t much left on the table, but he was still eating and didn’t seem to be full.
Gu Wenning’s eyes slowly widened.
He had miscalculated and made a wrong judgment about Mr. Fu. Now it seemed that it was indeed breakfast for two. Mr. Fu had such a good appetite that he could eat thrice of his usual meal.
Fu Yanhe was about to finish his breakfast when he noticed Gu Wenning’s surprised gaze.
“I ate a little too much, wife; do you mind?”
Gu Wenning answered subconsciously, “I don’t mind.”
As soon as the words left his lips, he realized something was wrong and bit his lip in annoyance.
What was wrong with him? Why was he answering Fu Yanhe’s nonsense?
A smile flashed in Fu Yanhe’s eyes.
After breakfast, Fu Yanhe asked Gu Wenning if he had taken any medicine and if he was still feeling unwell. He felt relieved only after receiving a satisfactory answer.
Looking down, he saw the white plush slippers on his feet, adorned with cute cat heads. Fu Yanhe thought they looked nice, but the only drawback was that they were a little small.
When he noticed that his wife was also wearing plush slippers with cat heads—though his were light blue, not white—the smile in Fu Yanhe’s eyes grew stronger, and he couldn’t help but shake his head.
He felt happy that both he and his wife were wearing couple’s shoes.
It was the first time in his life to wear couple’s shoes, and he was even wearing his wife’s slippers.
He considered himself lucky to be able to wear slippers that belonged to his wife.
If his wife was willing to let him wear his slippers, it showed that he regarded him as one of his own.
His relationship with Gu Wenning had taken a step forward.
Fu Yanhe completely forgot that the slippers on his feet were put on by himself. Gu Wenning hadn’t taken the initiative to put them on him; it was him who slipped them on and Gu Wenning couldn’t say no by then.
Looking around the house, Fu Yanhe’s brows furrowed and then relaxed.
This house was small; everything was small. The area was no more than 100 square meters. The living room was small, the kitchen was small, and the bedrooms were probably not much bigger.
However, it was clear that the people who lived here had decorated it very carefully, and a warm atmosphere surrounded them. Oil paintings hung on the walls, there were vases on the coffee table filled with fresh roses, and many refrigerator magnets adorned the refrigerator.