Old Madam Fu, afraid of frightening Nan Sheng, shot her clueless grandson a glare and changed the subject: “Didn’t you buy wontons for Xiao Sheng? Where are they? They won’t taste good if they get cold.” She deliberately softened her voice when speaking the last sentence to Nan Sheng.
Anyone observing the old madam’s attitude might mistakenly think Nan Sheng was her biological granddaughter.
The assistant unwrapped the exquisitely packaged wontons, revealing over a dozen containers of seasonings, broth, and side dishes. A fresh fragrance instantly filled the living room.
Fu Moyan was finding it difficult to maintain his act. Draping his suit over his bent arm, his muscles strained against his shirt, creating taut, powerful lines. His cold, profound eyes swept over Nan Sheng and Old Madam Fu as he said indifferently, “I’ll go change first.”
“Wait!” the old madam suddenly called out. “By the time you finish changing, these wontons will be cold.”
Fu Moyan looked at his grandmother in confusion. “What does it matter if the wontons get cold?”
Old Madam Fu declared righteously, “You’re a man after all. Don’t you know you should take care of your wife and child’s meals?”
“So?”
“Come over here and feed Xiao Sheng the wontons!”
The old madam lifted her chin. “These wontons are quite heavy. What if they accidentally spill on Xiao Sheng?”
Even Nan Sheng’s smile stiffened momentarily.
“Grandmother… that really isn’t necessary.”
Old Madam Fu held her hand. “Silly child, you’re pregnant and will have many uncomfortable moments. He needs to learn how to care for you as your husband!” She glanced at Fu Moyan. “When I was pregnant with your father, the old master attended to my every need. What, are you too precious to care for your wife and child?”
With things put so bluntly, what else could Fu Moyan say?
His cold, handsome, nearly perfect face suddenly moved closer, startling Nan Sheng into stepping back.
The plump, round wonton held before her emitted a rich aroma… but how could she possibly have an appetite while looking at Fu Moyan’s face?
Fu Moyan’s dark eyes fixed on Nan Sheng as he murmured, “I thought you liked these. Why aren’t you eating?”
Nan Sheng forced a smile and leaned forward slightly, taking a small bite of the wonton.
Her movements were elegant and gentle, her appearance lovely—every gesture was pleasing to the eye.
The old madam watched approvingly, nodding repeatedly.
But Fu Moyan felt as if a fire were burning inside him.
Her small, rosy lips parted slightly as her pearly teeth took a bite of the wonton before she slowly drew back.
Her long eyelashes fluttered faintly, and when she inadvertently glanced up at him, her bright, moist eyes seemed to hold hidden hooks.
Instantly, flames spread wildly, scorching his lungs and heart.
This wasn’t eating—it was deliberate seduction!
Both were stubbornly maintaining their act.
After finishing half the bowl of wontons, Nan Sheng raised her hand to decline gently. “I’m full.”
The old madam, finally satisfied with seeing her grandson’s ‘genuine reformation,’ left contentedly.
As soon as the door closed, the smile faded from Nan Sheng’s face. She lifted a hand wearily. “Qin Dai, help me up for a walk.”
Having eaten so much late at night, she felt rather stuffed.
The moment Nan Sheng stood up, she heard Fu Moyan’s sarcastic voice: “Third Miss Nan, don’t forget ours is a contractual marriage!”
“I hope you won’t develop any mistaken notions because of Grandmother’s behavior!”
“Misconception?” Nan Sheng’s smile gradually faded as she turned to look at Fu Moyan. “I don’t understand what Second Master means?”
Fu Moyan stood up, exuding an overwhelming presence as he leisurely straightened his clothes. “When you were feeding me the wonton, weren’t you deliberately trying to seduce me?”
Nan Sheng was so stunned she couldn’t regain her composure for a long moment.
After taking a deep breath, she calmly met Fu Moyan’s eyes. “Fu Moyan, has anyone ever told you that you’re very narcissistic?”
Even when angry, Nan Sheng spoke in a gentle tone, but her unusually serious and clear eyes sent chills to one’s core.
Fu Moyan had never been called narcissistic to his face before, especially by someone who was nominally his wife.
Suppressing his anger, he snorted coldly. “You’re the first.”
“But you won’t be the last!” Nan Sheng said unhurriedly.
The corners of her eyes lifted slightly, her moist eyes carrying a cold edge. “Regarding today’s matter, I believe the fault lies with you, Second Master.”
Fu Moyan’s gaze sharpened as he stared coldly at Nan Sheng.
He wanted to see how sharp her tongue could be!
Nan Sheng showed no fear, reasoning with him in her soft voice. “I reminded you about Grandma coming to check on us, but you didn’t take it seriously. Later, buying wonton was just an excuse to cover for you. I even went to meet you because I was afraid you wouldn’t be familiar with the room and might give us away.”
She paused briefly before asking gently, “Second Master wouldn’t think I enjoy seeing your cold expression, would you?”
Nan Sheng immediately clarified her position firmly. “Then you must be mistaken!”
“I don’t like seeing people give me unpleasant looks at all.”
Instantly, Fu Moyan’s expression turned extremely foul.
Nan Sheng continued explaining. “Feeding you the wonton was Grandma’s idea. If I had refused her, she would have continued to make things difficult for you. I was just trying my best to fulfill my duties as the Fu Matriarch.”
“Everything I did today was based on contractual requirements. However, I don’t think Second Master and I can become good partners. Perhaps we should go get our divorce certificate tomorrow.”
Fu Moyan listened to her systematic explanation and finally her conclusion about divorce.
He fell silent immediately.
Though arrogant and proud, he wasn’t an unreasonable person.
From Nan Sheng’s words, today’s incident was indeed his own fault… But being confronted so bluntly, Second Master Fu couldn’t bring himself to admit his mistake and save face.
The room temperature seemed to drop gradually, the powerful pressure making one afraid to breathe loudly.
Nan Sheng had expected to witness Second Master Fu’s furious outburst, but instead he remained silent for a long while before muttering, “The marriage certificate is being held by Grandma. We can’t retrieve it for now!”
After speaking, he turned and glanced at Qin Dai. “Where’s my room?”
Qin Dai had long been trembling with fear from his icy demeanor. Hearing this, she quickly stepped forward to lead the way.
Afraid of offending this Fu King of Hell.
Watching Fu Moyan flee in defeat, Nan Sheng found it hard to feel happy about it either.
She rubbed her chest and sighed, slowly making her way to the master bedroom.
Since becoming pregnant, she seemed less able to tolerate anger.
In the past, she had grown accustomed to sarcastic remarks and never took them to heart.
But today, being angered by Fu Moyan had left her chest feeling somewhat sore and depressed, which was why she had finally been unable to hold back from retorting.
Just as Nan Sheng pushed open the main door, she happened to encounter Fu Moyan taking off his clothes.
With his back to the door, he removed his white shirt, revealing the smooth muscle lines of his back.
Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist – the standard golden inverted triangle – with some deep scars visible on his back skin.
His arm moved inadvertently, the bulging muscles exuding an air of raw desire.
The distinct scent of masculine hormones washed over her.
Nan Sheng: “…”
Fu Moyan instantly realized someone had entered. Turning around, he pulled on his clothes and frowned upon seeing Nan Sheng’s pale, quiet face. “How did you get in?!”
Nan Sheng calmly closed the door behind her and entered. After glancing at Second Master Fu who was vigilantly guarding his chastity, her chest suddenly felt less tight.
She slowly approached. “In case grandparents make a surprise visit, I asked Qin Dai to put everything in the master bedroom. We’ll need to stay in the same room during this period.”
“Don’t worry, I had someone prepare an inflatable mattress. Second Master can sleep on the floor at night.”