Fu Moyan effortlessly hooked his arms under Nan Sheng’s legs and lifted her into his embrace.
Nan Sheng instantly curled against Fu Moyan’s chest, her hands instinctively clutching his suit lapels. The distinctive scent unique to Fu Moyan washed over her—a blend of sternness and richness that carried an aggressive edge.
Every ounce of masculine charm seemed infused in that aura, tickling one’s heart like a feather’s gentle brush.
Though Nan Sheng had encountered numerous men in her life, none possessed Fu Moyan’s robust physique and intense masculinity.
She still remembered that night—his perfectly proportioned waist without an ounce of excess fat, muscles flowing in seamless lines… glistening sweat rising like steam.
Being relatively inexperienced, Nan Sheng couldn’t help blushing at the memory.
Fu Moyan’s prominent brow bones framed deep-set eyes that rested on Nan Sheng’s flushed face, his sharp Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbing.
In that fleeting moment, sparks flew as an ambiguous energy passed between them.
Assistant Xiao watching nearby nearly voiced his disbelief.
Second Master still insisted she wasn’t his wife?
If she wasn’t his wife, why were his eyes looking at her like fishing hooks—filled with profound affection and blazing intensity? Who did he think he was fooling?!
Assistant Xiao had already decided: from now on, he’d treat Nan Sheng as the legitimate Fu Matriarch.
Even if Second Master said one thing while meaning another, his eyes betrayed a man’s desires and preferences!
A man’s words are a devil’s deception!
By the time Nan Sheng had changed through three wedding dresses, four hours had passed.
Fu Moyan felt like he’d seen a ghost.
They’d agreed on two hours, yet he’d inexplicably participated throughout the entire photoshoot.
Irritated, he tugged at his suit tie, thick brows furrowing as his expression turned stern and cold.
Despite the climate-controlled room and Shen City’s cool February temperatures, merely taking a few photos had left him with a thin layer of sweat, his exhaled breath scalding hot.
A faint fragrance lingered around him, scenes of their close contact still replaying in his mind.
No wonder she’d been engaged three times.
Fu Moyan had to admit—Nan Sheng truly knew how to provoke a man.
He wondered how many other men she’d embraced this intimately during photoshoots.
The thought made him profoundly uncomfortable, and he consciously erased all mental images of Nan Sheng.
Just then, Nan Sheng emerged after removing her makeup, appearing exceptionally pure and gentle.
Glancing at her watch, she turned her clear, bright gaze toward Fu Moyan. “Second Master, it’s already lunchtime…”
Before she could finish, Fu Moyan interrupted with clear displeasure. “What, you expect me to treat you to lunch?”
He was about to warn her against overstepping when he encountered Nan Sheng’s silent, amused expression—the same look she’d used to mock him yesterday.
Fu Moyan paused, swallowing his remaining words.
Only then did Nan Sheng leisurely continue: “Second Master, next time could you wait until I finish speaking?”
Fu Moyan’s intense gaze remained fixed on her, his presence growing increasingly formidable.
“The old residence isn’t far. We could return to accompany the elders for lunch—showing our filial devotion while letting them see… your efforts to become a good father.”
Nan Sheng regarded him with genuine sincerity and gentle smile.
Facing Fu Moyan’s expression, she couldn’t bring herself to say “good husband,” opting for “good father” instead.
Fu Moyan was momentarily stunned by her words, his expression turning slightly unnatural. “You’ve thought this through carefully.”
“Then let’s go.”
Fortunately, he hadn’t spoken his earlier thoughts aloud, or he would have lost face completely.
But Fu Moyan also realized the advantages of having a Fu Matriarch.
He was constantly busy with work year-round, rarely returning to the old residence more than a few times annually, leaving little opportunity to fulfill his filial duties toward the two elders.
Had he been left to arrange today’s schedule himself, he would have directly returned to the office to work overtime, never thinking to stop by and accompany the elders for a meal along the way.
It truly wouldn’t take much time—it was merely the habit of a workaholic.
Nan Sheng, with her attentive nature, considered the elders’ feelings, an area where Fu Moyan genuinely fell short.
Whether her filial piety was genuine or performative, the fact that she thought of visiting the old residence reflected her thoughtful intentions.
At this moment, Fu Moyan didn’t foolishly assume that Nan Sheng was merely trying to curry favor with the elders through pretense.
Just then, Manager Xu handed over a document pouch, which Nan Sheng casually accepted and passed to Qin Dai behind her.
To ease the atmosphere and shift topics, Fu Moyan asked, “What’s this?”
Why did it look like photographs?
“Oh, I had Manager Xu develop a stack of photos to bring to the old residence for Old Madam to see.”
Nan Sheng replied in a gentle tone, “Old Madam should be happy to see them.”
The wedding photos intended for the room required selection and retouching; even with the Fu family’s wealth, the process would take three to five days.
So, Nan Sheng had asked Manager Xu to prepare a stack of unedited photos in advance.
This also reflected her confidence in both herself and Fu Moyan.
With their exceptional looks and aura, they were presentable even without photo editing.
A stack of photos could bring the elder joy for quite some time—why not do it?
Understanding Nan Sheng’s intention, Fu Moyan looked at her with particularly complex emotions.
When this woman genuinely wanted to please someone, it was truly hard to resist.
Fu Moyan subconsciously wondered: if Nan Sheng actively tried to win him over, how long could he hold out?
Ten years? Eight years?
Or perhaps… one year?
Unaware that Second Master Fu was daydreaming, Nan Sheng gave him a puzzled look. “What is it, Second Master? Did you remember some work and can’t go?”
Fu Moyan’s gaze sharpened, his expression cool and aloof. “No!”
He strode ahead, taking the lead and walking away briskly.
Nan Sheng watched his tall figure, walking leisurely without any rush to catch up.
What was the hurry?
No matter how fast Fu Moyan walked, he would still have to wait for her to go to the old residence together.
Downstairs, sure enough, Fu Moyan was waiting in the car, a faint impatience evident on his face.
He really was impatient.
Nan Sheng lifted her skirt with both hands and, supported by Qin Dai, got into the car, smoothing out the wrinkles as she sat down.
She said softly, “Sorry to keep you waiting, Second Master.”
Fu Moyan had been growing impatient, annoyed by how slow women could be.
But suddenly hearing Nan Sheng’s voice, soft and clear like a spring stream in March, his irritation instantly soothed.
His expression shifted slightly as he replied in a low voice, “It’s fine.”
Nan Sheng gave a light laugh and said no more.
The car ride to the old residence was utterly silent.
Upon arrival, Fu Moyan pushed the car door open first, meticulously adjusting his cuffs before preparing to stride off.
Just then, Nan Sheng’s gentle, soft voice chimed in appropriately, “Second Master, you’re walking too fast.”
Fu Moyan halted and turned back in confusion.
Nan Sheng stood there gracefully, a warm smile on her face.
Her elegant, pear-white Cheongsam accentuated her refined and gentle demeanor, refreshing as a soothing breeze.
The pearl chain at her cuff swayed gently, round and luminous, exuding elegance and grace.
The February spring light fell upon her, as if draped in a layer of translucent glazed gauze, illuminating her skin with a transparent, crystalline whiteness.
Fu Moyan’s eyes darkened, his body rooted to the spot, his Adam’s apple moving soundlessly.
Nan Sheng could tell at a glance that Second Master Fu hadn’t understood her hint.
She had no choice but to take the initiative, slowly shifting two steps closer and actively linking her arm with Fu Moyan’s.
Knowing Fu Moyan disliked women’s touch, she only held him loosely.
As she drew near, she softly explained, “Second Master, since we’re pretending, we should make it convincing. The old residence is full of surveillance cameras.”
Nan Sheng couldn’t be bothered to remind Fu Moyan about gentlemanly manners anymore.
Fu Moyan, momentarily captivated by her beauty, abruptly snapped back to reality upon hearing Nan Sheng’s reminder to act, his expression instantly darkening again.
Nan Sheng watched his changing expressions with great amusement.
Arm in arm, the two walked into the old residence.
Nan Sheng had no intention of placating this lordly figure.
She spoke casually, “They all say Second Master is as changeable as the weather, shifting moods in an instant. I used to think it was just rumors, but now it seems true.”
Seeing Fu Moyan about to change expression again, Nan Sheng tilted her head to look at him, her smiling face tinged with confusion.
“You were fine just moments ago, and now you’re unhappy. Did I say something to offend Second Master again?”
Just as Fu Moyan was about to retort with sarcasm, Nan Sheng suddenly released his arm, gathered her skirt, and quickened her pace, fleeing from his side as if escaping.
“Grandmother, why have you come out?” Nan Sheng’s voice took on a more lively tone.
Old Madam Fu, supported by someone, beamed at the sight of Nan Sheng and Fu Moyan, the wrinkles on her face creasing together.
“Slow down! Slow down! Mo Yan, what are you standing there for? Hurry and support your wife! What are you doing rooted there like a wooden stake?!”
Fu Moyan’s expression turned slightly cold. Though scolded, he had to play along, suppressing his irritation as he strode forward to catch up with Nan Sheng, his hand hovering protectively near her waist.
He was somewhat annoyed too.
Running off so quickly—was she afraid he would devour her?
Didn’t she know she was carrying a child?
His concern was solely for the child, and had nothing to do with the mother!
“I heard the car and knew it must be you!”
Old Madam Fu cheerfully took Nan Sheng’s hand and led her inside, affectionately asking, “Did you sleep comfortably in the new house last night? Is there anything you’re not used to?”
“You’ve just been discharged from the hospital, so take good care of yourself. Eat well, sleep well, and if you need anything, just tell Mo Yan to do it…”
“Grandmother, I will,” Nan Sheng replied obediently and gently.
The elderly woman, overjoyed, held Nan Sheng’s hand and chatted endlessly, only pausing to catch her breath before remembering to call out to Fu Moyan.
She told him to keep up so he could look after Nan Sheng later.
Though treated as a mere tool, Fu Moyan didn’t get angry.
Watching his grandmother’s unusually happy demeanor, he grew thoughtful.
Earlier, she had said she heard the car and knew it was them, specifically running outside to greet them.
The old residence was vast, occupied only by the elderly couple, who usually kept to themselves and rarely socialized.
Apart from holidays, almost no one visited, leaving the place desolate and silent.
The elderly probably spent their days listening for outside sounds, hoping some grandchild would come to visit.
Second Master Fu’s typically rigid and aloof heart felt a pang of sorrow.
He truly had been unfilial!
This time, Second Master Fu earnestly embraced his role as a tool.
Whatever Old Madam instructed, he did without question.
During the meal, when she told him to serve Nan Sheng, he complied silently, piling her bowl until it nearly overflowed.
Nan Sheng’s smile was barely holding up.
When going downstairs, Old Madam had told him to support her, and Second Master Fu had taken this to heart in his own way.
He swept her up in a princess carry, holding Nan Sheng securely in his arms as he descended the stairs.
Startled, Nan Sheng instinctively clutched Fu Moyan’s clothes, her body pressing against his chest.
She lowered her voice and scolded, “What are you doing?!”
Nan Sheng’s voice was soft; even when she tried to sound stern, it remained delicate and sweet.
To Fu Moyan, it sounded like playful banter between lovers, making his ears itch slightly.
He replied in a deep, cold voice, “Don’t worry, I won’t drop you!”
Nan Sheng was so angry her chest hurt, feeling completely unable to communicate with this man.
Was this really about whether he would drop her or not?!
Old Madam Fu, along with the servants and butler watching from the second floor, couldn’t stop laughing.
“Thanks to Xiao Sheng, Mo Yan finally seems more human now.”
The butler chimed in, “After all, he’s going to be a father soon. He’s learning to care for others.”
Hearing this made Old Madam so happy she seemed years younger.
After the meal, Fu Moyan left first as he needed to go to the company.
Nan Sheng showed Old Madam Fu the wedding photos they had taken and shared some amusing incidents from the photoshoot. Laughter filled the old residence continuously.
Her gentle tone and captivating storytelling style easily captivated her listeners.
Old Madam examined each photo carefully through a magnifying glass as she listened.
“This photo isn’t good – it makes our Xiao Sheng look less beautiful!”
Nan Sheng explained softly, “The photos will be professionally retouched later. I’ll have someone deliver a set of beautifully retouched and framed photos to you, Grandma.”
Old Madam happily agreed.
“Don’t young people these days enjoy honeymoon travels? After the baby is born, I’ll take care of the child! You and Mo Yan can travel around the world, taking wedding photos at famous landmarks – Grandma will cover all the expenses!”
What could Nan Sheng say?
She could only accept with a smile.
Old Madam pointed at one photo and complained, “He’s keeping such a cold face in the photo, as if someone owes him a million dollars. I wonder who he learned that from!”
“Xiao Sheng, you said the photos can be photoshopped? Can you photoshop a smile onto his face?”
Nan Sheng looked at the photo Old Madam was pointing at – it happened to be their first photo together.
At that time, Fu Moyan was completely stiff and uncomfortable, his face indeed cold as ice.
Photoshop a smile onto it?
Old Madam certainly had bold ideas.
The thought of that bizarre image made Nan Sheng want to laugh, and she actually did laugh, her eyes sparkling like scattered starlight.
The butler and servants nearby were nearly dazzled by her radiance.
No wonder the usually rigid Second Master was willing to bend his principles for once.
The elderly lady, caught up in the moment, had the butler bring over photo albums of Fu Moyan from childhood to look through together.
Nan Sheng had the privilege of hearing about Second Master Fu’s childhood antics.
She was genuinely afraid that Fu Moyan would be furious enough to want to silence anyone who knew about this if he found out.
So when leaving, she firmly declined Old Madam’s offer to give her the photo album.
Returning to the villa on Jinwu Road, after changing clothes, Nan Sheng suddenly noticed something placed on the bedside table.
It looked like a property certificate?
Nan Sheng moved the keys aside and opened the property certificate.
The owner’s name was hers, with the address at Nanhu Island.
A floating villa?
This time, Nan Sheng finally understood Second Master Fu’s peculiar thought process.
A man’s proud self-esteem couldn’t allow him to live in a house purchased by the Nan Family.
However, Nanhu Island was located by the seaside in a relatively remote area, where any trip would take at least an hour. Nan Sheng had absolutely no desire to move there.
After some thought, she decided she would give Fu Moyan a call later.
She had obtained this phone number from his assistant, Xiao Yun, on their way to the old residence.
At the time, Fu Moyan was standing right beside them, his face clearly displeased, exuding a chill so intense it could freeze a person to death.
Nan Sheng was utterly puzzled.
Was it just about asking for a phone number? Could Fu Moyan possibly think she would harass him for no reason after getting his number?