17 – Sister, do you want to try kissing first?
The house was stocked with several packs of noodles and some fresh vegetables.
Upon returning to the apartment, Fu Siyan first carried the already asleep Xiao Yu’er to the bedroom to settle her in, while Sheng Xingyang went to the kitchen to cook noodles for him.
However, this was the first time Fu Siyan had entered Sheng Xingyang’s bedroom.
The room carried a faint scent of lilies.
Light and pleasant.
Fu Siyan gently placed the sleeping Xiao Yu’er into the cradle, covered her with her little blanket, and as he was about to step out, his peripheral vision caught a personal photo of Sheng Xingyang placed on the nightstand.
He wasn’t sure when the photo was taken.
She was wearing a white dress, sitting on a soft patch of grass, holding a book in her hands, smiling at the camera.
Above her head, the sunlight was just right, warm and gentle as it fell on her beautiful face, her dark, long hair flying in the wind. She looked exactly like the innocent heroine from a TV drama.
Fu Siyan stared at her photo for a long time, crouched down, picked up the frame, took out his phone, and snapped a picture of the photo inside the frame.
Then, with a gentle lift of his lips, he carefully saved it.
He stood up and quietly walked out of the bedroom.
When he reached the living room and saw the slender figure busy in the kitchen, Fu Siyan’s gaze softened slightly. He took out his phone again and sent the photo he had just taken to Xu Kun: [Help me print this photo, make it wallet-sized, and bring it to the dessert shop tomorrow morning.]
With the photo, he could look at her anytime.
Xu Kun had just returned to his own apartment and was sprawled on the sofa resting when he received his young master’s message. He had to jump up immediately to go print the photo.
Fu Siyan put away his phone and walked toward the kitchen.
Sliding open the door, he saw Sheng Xingyang had already finished preparing the noodles. She was holding a small pot, pouring the steaming noodles into a ceramic bowl.
However, the noodles had just finished cooking and were still very hot.
As she poured the noodles into the ceramic bowl, one strand splashed out and stuck to the tip of her index finger, scalding her and causing her hand to tremble. She winced in pain, quickly set down the pot, and was about to run her finger under cold water.
Seeing this, Fu Siyan suddenly grabbed her finger, and without hesitation, lowered his head and gently placed the scalded spot into his mouth, using his own warmth to soothe the pain.
Sheng Xingyang hadn’t expected him to… treat her burn this way.
Especially since the warmth inside his mouth was so intense, it felt as if her finger had fallen into a furnace. Her beautiful face flushed deeply.
She quickly tried to pull her finger back: “Fu Siyan… don’t…”
But Fu Siyan couldn’t bear to let go. His tongue brushed against the tip of her finger, his voice low and magnetic: “Sister, does it still hurt?”
Such a provocative question.
Sheng Xingyang’s breath nearly stopped. She hurriedly pulled back her now-damp finger and said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“That’s good.” Fu Siyan’s gaze remained fixed on Sheng Xingyang, intense as a wolf’s.
It made Sheng Xingyang’s heart flutter uncontrollably.
This man… truly had a gaze that could “hook threads,” more than she had imagined.
“The noodles are ready, try them,” Sheng Xingyang turned around, intending to help him carry the bowl.
But Fu Siyan beat her to it, reaching out to take it himself: “Don’t carry it, your finger just got scalded. I’ll do it myself.”
Sheng Xingyang didn’t argue, nodded, and stepped out from his side first.
Fu Siyan picked up the bowl of noodles, walked out of the kitchen, and began eating at the dining table outside.
Indeed, these were noodles made by Sheng Xingyang.
The taste was a hundred times better than any meal he had ever eaten at a five-star hotel.
Fu Siyan was very supportive and finished the entire bowl of noodles.
After eating, he even deliberately licked off the broth on top.
Of course, the action of licking the broth was quite seductive.
Sheng Xingyang saw it, and the tips of her ears flushed slightly. She quickly stood up and asked, “Are you finished?”
“Yes, I’m done. It was delicious,” Fu Siyan praised with a smile. “Your cooking skills are really good.”
Sheng Xingyang felt a little embarrassed by the compliment. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I’ll go wash the dishes now.”
“No, let me do it,” Fu Siyan said, not wanting her to do household chores. Her hands were so beautiful, and as a female anchor, how could they touch water?
Fu Siyan, no longer reserved or polite as he was at first, naturally took Sheng Xingyang’s hand and told her to stay put. “From now on, I’ll handle the household chores.”
“Your hands are too beautiful to touch water.”
After saying this, Fu Siyan let go of her hand and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Sheng Xingyang stood by the dining table, her gaze lingering on his tall, straight figure. Her heart stirred faintly once again.
Setting aside the fact that he was introduced by Lin Meisu, he was truly perfect.
While Fu Siyan washed the dishes in the kitchen, Sheng Xingyang went to the bedroom to check on the sleeping baby. Seeing that the baby was sleeping soundly, she decided not to wake her up for feeding.
She would feed her after she had slept enough.
Then, she rummaged through the wardrobe for her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After the dinner gathering at the restaurant, she was covered in the smell of food.
After showering and changing into her pajamas, she took out the news script for the next day and prepared to go to the study.
As she walked through the living room, she saw Fu Siyan sitting on the sofa looking at his phone. Sheng Xingyang glanced at him. The living room lights were bright and white, casting a glow on his tall figure, and an inexplicable, stirring sense of hormones seemed to emanate from him.
Perhaps this was what youth looked like?
Sheng Xingyang didn’t dare to look too long. Holding the news script, she walked up to him and said, “Fu Siyan, how much was that… baby seat and walker shoes today?”
Even though he said he wanted to buy them for Sheng Wanyu, she still felt too embarrassed to accept them.
Fu Siyan looked up from his phone at her, his gaze unconsciously turning intense. “They’re gifts for the baby.”
“I don’t want your money.”
Sheng Xingyang said, “I feel bad accepting them.”
“Earning money isn’t easy for you either, right?”
His shop had just opened, and there were still many expenses to cover.
She didn’t want to add to his burden.
Even though their marriage… was based on mutual needs, she didn’t want to take advantage of him casually.
“Ahem… it’s fine. Consider it… a gift from me for joining your household,” Fu Siyan said gently. “Sister, when other men get married, they prepare a wedding house. I didn’t. I’m just freeloading here for now.”
In truth, he owned many properties, both domestically and internationally, too many to count.
But for now, he didn’t want to reveal this, afraid that Sheng Xingyang would think his status was too high and immediately demand a divorce.
“So… buying a few things for Xiao Yu’er is nothing.”
His reasoning was so convincing that Sheng Xingyang couldn’t refuse. “Alright then. They shouldn’t be too expensive, right?”
Fu Siyan nodded and casually gave a figure. “A few thousand.”
Sheng Xingyang nodded. A few thousand yuan… that was fine, not too expensive.
“Okay, thank you,” Sheng Xingyang said, no longer insisting on giving him money. “I’ll go to the study to work now. You should rest early.”
Fu Siyan couldn’t possibly sleep this early. He cleared his throat softly and said, “Sister, I can’t sleep.”
At his age, he was at the peak of his energy.
This is also an age where sexual needs are particularly high.
Making him go to bed early and wake up early like an elderly person is truly… too torturous for him.
Sheng Xingyang raised an eyebrow, not thinking too much about it: “Oh… I remember, you don’t sleep until midnight.”
Fu Siyan smiled: “Yes, actually… mainly, without a woman… I can’t sleep.”
That… was a bit too straightforward.
Sheng Xingyang’s face flushed slightly again, and she pursed her lips, saying: “I… I’m not ready yet.”
She wasn’t an innocent young girl. Since they were married, marital intimacy was probably unavoidable.
Fu Siyan knew this and wouldn’t be so beastly as to force her. He just looked at her with fiery intensity: “I’ll wait for you.”
Sheng Xingyang couldn’t handle his so blatant and direct, scorching gaze—it felt like he wanted to devour her whole. She hugged the news draft tightly, preparing to leave. Just as she was about to head to the study, Fu Siyan, who had been sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up. Before she could leave, he walked up behind her, his voice low, magnetic, and alluring: “Sister, do you want to try kissing first?”