As if she hadn’t provoked him enough, she deliberately added, “Second Master probably won’t misunderstand again, right?”
Fu Moyan’s face visibly darkened.
Making him sleep on the floor?!
And deliberately mocking him?
If he hadn’t just misunderstood Nan Sheng, Fu Moyan would have had someone throw her out immediately.
Forget it—arguing with a pregnant woman? He really was regressing!
Fu Moyan reconciled with himself, let out a sigh, and coldly carried his clothes into the bathroom.
During the day, Nan Sheng might have humored him for the sake of future interactions.
But now, she was in no mood to appease anyone.
Nan Sheng called Qin Dai to help set up the inflatable mattress for Fu Moyan.
She herself lay on the bed, planning to check her phone before sleeping.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Since becoming pregnant, Nan Sheng tired easily. After looking at her phone for a while, she unknowingly fell asleep.
When Fu Moyan finished showering, he found her half-leaning against the pillow, fast asleep, half her body exposed and the bedside lamp still on.
It was early spring in Shen City, with temperatures fluctuating unpredictably—easy to catch a chill if one wasn’t careful.
Fu Moyan paused, his tall and slender figure halting momentarily as he pretended not to notice, continuing to dry his hair with a towel.
Halfway through, he glanced at Nan Sheng again.
Her sleeping face was peaceful and serene, with no sign of waking.
In his twenty-six years of life, this was Second Master Fu’s first time spending the night in the same room as a woman.
Faced with this situation, he had no idea how to handle it.
After half a minute, he strode over impatiently.
“Women are so troublesome!”
“Sleeping without covering yourself—who do you expect to wait on you?!”
He wondered how the Nan Family had raised her, with no basic life skills at all!
Despite his complaints, Fu Moyan approached, first turning off the bedside lamp, then pulling a corner of the quilt to cover Nan Sheng.
He made every effort to avoid touching her.
But as he covered her, he accidentally knocked her phone off the bed.
Nan Sheng let out a soft murmur, her voice delicate and enchanting.
Fu Moyan’s entire body stiffened.
Half-asleep, Nan Sheng felt uncomfortable and shifted restlessly.
In her drowsiness, she sensed a shadow looming over her.
She opened her eyes in confusion.
“Why are you so close to me?”
Their faces were almost touching; Fu Moyan could even feel Nan Sheng’s warm, soft breath against his skin.
Her eyes were dazed and misty, her slender willow-leaf eyebrows slightly curved, carrying a hint of innocent charm and puzzlement.
Her red lips parted slightly, captivating his senses.
Second Master Fu felt a shiver run down his spine, an electric current surging through his body.
This woman—trying to seduce him again!
Fu Moyan abruptly stood up, turning his back to Nan Sheng. His muscles were taut, and the droplets on his skin—whether sweat or water—exuded an inexplicable sensuality.
The spacious master bedroom suddenly felt cramped and stifling.
Fu Moyan walked to the window and cracked it open slightly for fresh air.
His entire body radiated scorching heat, his breathing heavy and alarmingly warm.
Had the temperature in Shen City risen again?!
Fu Moyan’s thoughts wandered, thinking the room was still too small. He’d have Nan Sheng move to the floating villa tomorrow.
Surely it wouldn’t feel so hot there?
Once the heat subsided, he couldn’t help but glance toward Nan Sheng.
She had adjusted her position, now curled quietly beside the pillow, her small face pale and clean, her breathing soft and shallow.
There was actually a feeling of tranquil years and peaceful serenity.
Unconsciously, Fu Moyan had been watching for over ten minutes.
When he realized this, he was completely stunned.
Had he been bewitched?!
…
When Nan Sheng woke up the next day, it was already ten o’clock.
The inflatable mattress beside her was long empty of Fu Moyan’s presence.
The blanket on the mattress was folded like a tofu block, with pillows and clothes neatly arranged.
It only dawned on Nan Sheng later that Fu Moyan had served in the military before he turned sixteen, and later seemed to have been discharged due to injuries.
The scars she saw last night were probably from that time.
No wonder he exuded one word in his entire being—hard!
Even his mouth was hard.
After freshening up, she chose an elegant pear-blossom white short-sleeved cheongsam.
The pear blossoms were delicate and understated, with golden threads outlining the stamen positions, creating a fresh yet luxurious beauty.
Inside the sleeve, she deliberately hung a string of long pearl chains; when she raised her hand, the round, milky-white pearls swayed gently, exuding both nobility and elegance.
She resembled a refined young lady from the Jiangnan water towns, gentle and graceful in a way that warmed the heart.
No wonder the Fu Matriarch had taken a liking to Nan Sheng at first sight and personally visited to propose the marriage.
The Bentley stopped in front of Shen City’s most famous wedding photography studio.
The manager had already cleared the venue and was waiting at the entrance with his team.
“Good morning, Fu Matriarch. I am the manager of this studio, surnamed Xu. It’s an honor to serve you.”
Although they had agreed to keep the marriage discreet, the wedding photoshoot arrangements were handled entirely by Manager Xu, making it impossible to hide from him.
Nan Sheng, holding Qin Dai’s hand as she stepped out of the car, nodded gently and replied in a soft, melodious voice, “Manager Xu, please lead the way.”
In the highly expensive Shen City, this wedding studio occupied nearly 2,000 square meters.
The interior was brilliantly lit, shimmering with dazzling lights, presenting a scene of opulent grandeur.
Thousands of pristine wedding dresses designed by famous designers were displayed in the windows and counters, enough to make ninety percent of the women in the world lose their composure.
Nan Sheng and her party did not linger on the first or second floors but went directly to the VIP room on the third floor, where a styling team was already waiting.
Since Nan Sheng was pregnant, many cosmetics couldn’t be used, and even selecting a wedding dress and shoes required extra caution.
The makeup artist had to create an outstanding look with limited products, which required racking their brains.
Nan Sheng didn’t want to make things difficult for them either. “Just give me light makeup, as long as it doesn’t affect the photos.”
Her words, however, put Manager Xu in a tough spot.
Who was taking the wedding photos with Nan Sheng?
Second Master Fu of Shen City!
If they followed Nan Sheng’s instructions and Second Master wasn’t satisfied, what if he thought their service was inadequate?!
“Um… should we call Assistant Xiao to ask?”
Nan Sheng had been flipping through a magazine to choose a wedding dress, but upon hearing this, her slender willow-leaf eyebrows arched slightly.
A smile played on her lips, but her gaze remained cool. “Oh? Is Assistant Xiao the one taking the wedding photos with me?”
Did she need someone else’s approval for her makeup?
Just as Xiao Yun entered and overheard this, cold sweat broke out all over his forehead.
Standing ahead of him was Second Master Fu, dressed in a custom-made black suit, his stern gaze sweeping over Xiao Yun like a sharp blade.
Xiao Yun’s legs trembled under the scrutiny, and he hurried forward to explain, “Manager Xu meant to ask for Second Master’s opinion. After all, Madam is carrying a child, so Second Master would naturally be concerned.”
Just as Assistant Xiao was patting himself on the back for his quick thinking, he met Fu Moyan’s disdainful glare.
Would he worry about this scheming woman?
“How long until the photoshoot?” Fu Moyan’s voice was sharp, laced with impatience.
Since entering the lounge, he hadn’t so much as glanced at Nan Sheng.
Still smarting from last night’s humiliation, he was deliberately making his displeasure known.
Manager Xu glanced at the makeup artist.
Recalling Nan Sheng’s request, the makeup artist gave a conservative estimate: “An hour and a half should be enough!”
An hour and a half?
Fu Moyan frowned. Just for makeup? An hour and a half?!
Fine. That would leave about half an hour for the photoshoot.
That should be sufficient.