8 – When Fu Siyan was holding her, his thin lips accidentally brushed against the corner of her lips.
That night, after Sheng Xingyang had coaxed Sheng Wanyu to sleep, she lay in bed clutching her blanket, unable to fall asleep.
Her insomnia wasn’t because there was a man in the house.
It was because of the Sheng family’s affairs.
In the guest bedroom separated from hers by just a wall, the man lying in bed was also sleepless, though his insomnia was due to excitement and happiness.
Holding the blanket that carried the faint scent of lilies, he stared deeply at the white ceiling, lost in thought.
He really wanted to hold his sister and sleep with her right away.
But these things couldn’t be rushed.
Sister seemed quite guarded against him.
Still, it was fine—he would find a way to win her over.
After thinking for a while, Fu Siyan closed his thin eyelids, imagining Sheng Xingyang lying beside him. He reached out and embraced the woman in his fantasy, pulling her tightly into his arms.
His voice was low: “Sister, you held me before… Now it’s my turn… to hold you for a lifetime.”
The next morning, Sheng Xingyang woke up promptly at six-thirty, as her internal clock dictated.
The first thing she did upon waking was to tiptoe quietly to the bathroom to freshen up while Xiao Wanyu was still sound asleep.
After washing up and changing into her work dress, she came out to prepare breakfast.
But as soon as she stepped into the living room, she saw a pile of beautifully packaged, high-end breakfast bags on the coffee table.
Sheng Xingyang recognized the brand.
It was breakfast from Yuegang Restaurant, a luxury breakfast priced at a thousand yuan per person.
Who had ordered such an expensive breakfast for her?
Just as Sheng Xingyang curiously walked over to check the receipt, the man who had been making a call on the balcony suddenly came inside. Seeing Sheng Xingyang, he immediately smiled gently: “Sister, good morning.”
Sheng Xingyang looked at him. Today, Fu Siyan was wearing a light blue sporty outfit.
He looked handsome, dashing, and youthful, like an idol from a boy band.
“How did you wake up so early?” Hadn’t he said he slept at midnight?
And yet he was up by six-thirty?
Fu Siyan casually ran his fingers through his slightly curly short hair and said, “Internal clock.”
He had an internal clock too.
He wasn’t the kind of spoiled rich kid—he had already started working in the family business at eighteen.
Naturally, he had developed a disciplined routine.
Sheng Xingyang nodded and didn’t ask further: “This… who ordered it?”
“Me. Are you hungry? Let’s eat first?” As he spoke, Fu Siyan bent down to unpack the breakfast bags.
Sheng Xingyang frowned slightly and instinctively reached out to grab his hand, trying to stop him. But when her hand touched his firm, muscular arm, it felt like touching a water snake—so hot that she quickly pulled back and said, “Breakfast from this brand is very expensive. You… shouldn’t spend so much.”
“I’ve been working since I was eighteen. I have my own savings,” Fu Siyan said.
This wasn’t a lie—he had indeed started working in the family business at eighteen.
Balancing studies with management.
The family business would deposit dividends into his account based on his performance.
Now, his account held a hundred million yuan.
On top of that, he had several black cards, which represented all the financial authority transferred to him by the airline.
His assets were countless. A breakfast costing a few thousand or even tens of thousands was as simple for him as an ordinary person spending two yuan on a tea egg.
“Still… you shouldn’t spend so much,” Sheng Xingyang wasn’t used to letting others spend money on her.
Fu Siyan didn’t mind and continued unpacking the bags: “We’re married, even if you haven’t accepted me yet.”
“You can’t control how I spend my money? Besides, I’m spending my own money.”
Well… he had a point.
Sheng Xingyang pursed her lips and fell silent. Fu Siyan turned his face to look at her. She had on a bit of light makeup and looked very beautiful.
Fu Siyan gazed at her with deep intensity in his eyes, suddenly saying in a low, magnetic voice, “Sister, you look beautiful today.”
Sheng Xingyang was rarely praised. After all, back in the family, more people praised Sheng Ruoxuan rather than her.
She was stunned for a moment, instinctively blushing as she said, “Don’t talk nonsense.”
“Just stating the facts, how is that nonsense?” Fu Siyan’s voice was very pleasant, magnetic.
“I’m not talking to you anymore.” Sheng Xingyang didn’t want to dwell on this topic and quickly interrupted, “Are you going to help me take care of the baby today?”
Fu Siyan nodded, taking out the prepared abalone seafood porridge from the bag and placing it in front of Sheng Xingyang. “I’ll help you take care of her. You eat the porridge first.”
Sheng Xingyang glanced at the abalone seafood porridge, which looked, smelled, and tasted perfect. Hesitating for a moment, she sat down and began to taste it. “Wanyu doesn’t drink breast milk during the day, but she needs two bottles of about 500ml of formula milk and one meal of solid food.”
“Can you handle that?” Sheng Xingyang scooped up a spoonful of the fragrant porridge and asked.
Fu Siyan: “Yes.”
If he couldn’t, he could ask his aunt for help. Her baby was about the same age as Xiao Wanyu.
Most importantly, he wanted to share the burden of raising the child with her.
“Thank you.” Sheng Xingyang was still a bit worried. “I’ll find some time at noon to go to your dessert shop. Send me the address.”
Fu Siyan nodded: “Okay.”
“How does the porridge taste?”
Sheng Xingyang bit her spoon: “It’s quite delicious.”
Fu Siyan couldn’t help but smile at the corners of his mouth: “I’ll buy it for you again tomorrow.”
Sheng Xingyang: !!
“No, don’t waste money like that. I can make my own breakfast.”
“It’s fine, I’ll pay.” Fu Siyan didn’t mind.
Sheng Xingyang felt embarrassed and firmly refused, “Better not, or I won’t eat tomorrow.”
Fu Siyan: …
“Alright, then I won’t buy it. Will you make it tomorrow?”
Sheng Xingyang nodded: “Plain porridge and some side dishes.”
Fu Siyan: “I’ll eat it.”
Sheng Xingyang hummed in agreement, lowering her head to continue drinking the porridge. Fu Siyan turned his face to watch her intently, a deep infatuation unconsciously spilling from his eyes. He really wanted to hug her!
Fu Siyan gazed at her with intense affection. Sheng Xingyang noticed and instinctively turned to look at him, only to meet his overly passionate gaze.
For mature men and women, such a gaze undoubtedly carried a hint of sexual implication.
But they… had only married each other for their own reasons.
Such a gaze… felt a bit inappropriate.
“Don’t peek.” Sheng Xingyang withdrew her gaze, trying hard to calm the slight turmoil in her heart as she spoke.
Fu Siyan curved his lips into a smile and chuckled, “You’re beautiful, that’s why I’m looking.”
Sheng Xingyang tightened her lips, her ears faintly turning red: …
She didn’t want to engage with him. They couldn’t let their hearts get involved.
Lowering her head, she continued drinking the porridge.
After drinking about half a bowl, Sheng Xingyang was full. She took a napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth and prepared to pack Sheng Wanyu’s formula milk, diapers, and other necessities for the day.
Perhaps because she had been sitting by the coffee table for too long, her legs felt a bit stiff when she stood up. As a result, her legs went numb, and her whole body instantly went limp, threatening to fall backward.
Seeing this, Fu Siyan quickly stood up to catch her.
However, due to inertia, the two of them ended up hugging each other and falling onto the nearby sofa.
The position—unfortunately—was him on top, her underneath.
Even more unfortunately… when Fu Siyan held her, his thin lips accidentally brushed against the corner of her mouth.
Sheng Xingyang’s lips were soft.
And carried a warm breath.
Fu Siyan’s mind exploded as if something had detonated, his soft lips pressed against Sheng Xingyang’s, motionless.
This ambiguous near-kiss lasted for a few seconds.
Sheng Xingyang reacted first, her face flushed as she hurriedly pushed him away. “Fu Siyan… you… get up first.”
Fu Siyan snapped back to reality, reluctantly pulling away from her lips.
He cleared his throat lightly and said, “Sorry, it wasn’t intentional.”
Sheng Xingyang understood, her ears turning red as she replied, “It’s fine. I’ll go check on Wanyu first, and… sort out the things you brought for her today.”
Fu Siyan nodded. “Okay.”
Sheng Xingyang quickly got up from the sofa and went back to the bedroom to pack.
Fu Siyan remained seated on the sofa, his gaze deep, his fingers instinctively rising to gently rub the corner of his lips.
A trace of Sheng Xingyang’s breath still lingered there.
Warm.
Fu Siyan rubbed for a moment, his eyes growing even more intense as he looked toward the bedroom.
He really wanted… to kiss her.