Evening—
As expected, Fu Moyan did not return on time.
He probably hadn’t taken Nan Sheng’s words to heart at all.
Nan Sheng calmly drank her milk, which had some rose petals added to neutralize the taste.
Ding!
The doorbell rang, and soon a servant went to open the door.
“Third Young Miss, Old Madam Fu is here!”
The white-haired Old Madam Fu entered supported by someone.
Nan Sheng put down her cup, wearing a warm, gentle smile. “Grandmother, why have you come so late?”
Seeing her about to stand up, Old Madam Fu quickly raised her hand to stop her. “Don’t get up, stay seated, quickly sit down!”
“I just came to see how you’re adjusting to the new home, if there’s anything you need to add…”
The elderly lady spoke while smiling, her eyes scanning the room.
Not seeing Fu Moyan’s figure, the warmth in her eyes diminished considerably.
Old Madam first asked about Nan Sheng’s health. “Xiao Sheng, how are you feeling today? Still vomiting? Any discomfort anywhere?”
Nan Sheng replied softly, “Grandmother, I’m much better. No discomfort anywhere.”
Old Madam Fu felt relieved and casually asked, “Where’s Mo Yan? It’s so late, why hasn’t he returned yet?!”
“I’ll have someone call him to see where he’s wandering around so late at night, showing no awareness of being a father at all!”
Though the old lady smiled on her face, inwardly she had already cursed Fu Moyan hundreds of times.
She was convinced he planned to stay out all night on his wedding day, showing no concern for his wife and child.
Her assistant turned to call Fu Moyan.
Nan Sheng gently raised her hand to stop them, speaking softly, “Grandmother, you’ve misunderstood. I suddenly wanted to eat Luo’s Little Wonton, and Mo Yan went to buy it for me personally.”
“Really?!” Old Madam Fu seemed somewhat doubtful.
Could her grandson be that considerate?
She’d rather believe Fu Moyan had forcibly brought Luo’s wonton maker here than believe he would obediently wait in line to buy food.
Nan Sheng glanced subtly at her special assistant behind her, made a slight gesture, and chuckled softly, “Grandmother, are you worried I might be deceiving you?”
Qin Dai gave an almost imperceptible nod to her.
Nan Sheng breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
The message had been sent to Fu Moyan; whether he could make it back was up to him now.
Nan Sheng wore a white nightgown, her fair and delicate face free of makeup, her natural grace gentle as water, softening the old lady’s heart.
She affectionately patted Nan Sheng’s hand, smiling warmly. “Of course Grandmother believes you, I’m just afraid that boy might be ungrateful and bully you. With your gentle nature, you’d surely be completely dominated by him.”
“He wouldn’t, Grandmother.”
Nan Sheng deliberately lowered her head, feigning shyness. “Second Master wouldn’t do something like bully a woman, especially since I’m carrying his child.”
“That’s true, at least the boy has some decency as a man!”
The old lady intentionally delayed time, and Nan Sheng demonstrated her understanding nature. The two chatted, and before they knew it, half an hour had passed.
The doorbell rang, and Fu Moyan stood at the doorway in a custom-tailored black suit.
He held a exquisitely packaged bowl of little wontons in his hand, his deep, dark eyes still carrying a trace of coldness.
It was unclear whether he was angry about Old Madam’s surprise visit or annoyed that Nan Sheng had fabricated the story about buying wontons, forcing him to carry wontons late at night.
Old Madam Fu tapped her cane disapprovingly. “You finally decided to come back!”
Fu Moyan was stepping into the villa for the first time, holding the wonton awkwardly as he said, “Grandmother, why are you here?”
Nan Sheng, fearing his poor acting might give them away, proactively rose to greet him, her light steps carrying a hint of haste.
From Old Madam Fu’s perspective, Nan Sheng appeared deeply concerned about her newlywed husband, with a touch of delight and shyness.
As Nan Sheng suddenly drew near, displeasure flashed in Fu Moyan’s eyes, and he instinctively moved to step back.
Before he could retreat, a pale, delicate hand tugged at his shirt collar and tie, forcing him to lean forward. His narrow waist drew close to Nan Sheng, and his tall frame cast a shadow over her.
The distance between them shrunk infinitely.
Bowing his head, Fu Moyan could even catch the faint, fresh scent clinging to Nan Sheng—elegant and subtle, yet tinged with an alluring temptation.
Just like that night, it stirred his senses.
Nan Sheng had no idea what the cold-faced man was thinking.
With her other hand, she affectionately smoothed his tie, like a devoted wife tending to her husband returning late.
A soft curve graced her lips, and her willow-leaf eyebrows arched gently and tenderly.
Nan Sheng lowered her head, revealing a section of her fair, delicate neck, and said softly, “Second Master, you’re finally back.”
“Old Madam came to see us tonight. When she noticed you weren’t in the villa, she thought you were working overtime at the company. I told her you’d gone to buy Luo’s Little Wonton for me.”
In that simple statement, she clarified the evening’s events and absolved herself of any blame.
Nan Sheng looked up with a smile, her voice growing even more delicate, “Mo Yan, you should go comfort Old Madam now, or else you’ll have been misunderstood for nothing.”
Fu Moyan was momentarily dazzled by Nan Sheng’s smile, a surge of emotion churning in his chest.
He gave her a deep, intense look, then handed the wonton to Qin Dai. Just as he was about to speak, Nan Sheng skillfully began unbuttoning his coat.
One by one, the buttons slipped open under her nimble fingers, revealing the white shirt beneath.
Second Master Fu was famously reserved and proper. Except for that one night, he had never been in close contact with a woman.
Being ‘attended to’ like this by Nan Sheng made him intensely uncomfortable.
He grabbed her hand, trying to soften his tone, “No need, I can manage myself!”
Unfortunately, Fu Moyan didn’t realize that his naturally cold demeanor and the authoritative air he’d cultivated from his high position made even his softened voice sound like a command laced with disdain.
Nan Sheng didn’t mind and withdrew her hand smoothly.
It wasn’t as if she genuinely wanted to serve this lord anyway.
But Old Madam Fu, standing nearby, was displeased. “What kind of tone is that? Why are you picking on Xiao Sheng for no reason?!”
Fu Moyan’s handsome brow twitched, his voice cold yet resigned, “I’m not picking on her, it’s just how I usually speak.”
Old Madam Fu snorted lightly, “Then change that bad habit of yours!”
“It was one thing when you spoke like that to me and your grandfather. But Xiao Sheng has a gentle nature and a baby on the way. What if you frighten her and the child?”
Fu Moyan fell silent. Just as Nan Sheng thought he was about to exude coldness again, he suddenly replied, “I’ll try my best.”
Old Madam still wasn’t satisfied and insisted, “Not just try—you must do it!”
Fu Moyan said nothing more.