11 – Is that bad boy Fu Chenyan really this good?
Fu Chenyan had specially prepared a set of dining utensils for Sang Ran—a spoon, a fork, and a pristine white porcelain plate adorned with cute pink cartoon patterns, which should be to her liking.
“You go ahead and eat, I’m not hungry. I had a lot of good food at the set today.” Sang Ran shook her head, then picked up the small fork and placed a steamed bun on Fu Chenyan’s plate.
Fu Chenyan took an elegant bite. Even while eating, he was a pleasure to behold, impossible to look away from. He seemed flawless at every moment.
“Is that so?”
Sang Ran nodded, her eyes sparkling as she spoke. “Mm, there were many things I’d never tried before. Second Brother said I can go again tomorrow.”
“Going again tomorrow?”
Fu Chenyan paused, setting down his chopsticks, and asked.
“Mm, my Second Brother also wanted me to sign a contract. They’d pay me a lot of money every day too.”
Fu Chenyan asked again, “Are you short on money?”
Sang Ran shook her head. “No, I’m not. That’s why I didn’t sign the contract. I’m just going to have fun. In a few days, I’m also heading to Country M to compete in the piano performance competition.”
“Piano?”
“Mm, this competition is a rare opportunity, and there will be many big names in the piano world. I’ll get to meet them too.”
As Sang Ran spoke, her eyes shimmered with starlight. Her dream was to become a world-class pianist. Though that dream was still a bit far off, she would definitely work hard to achieve it.
Fu Chenyan nodded thoughtfully. He’d vaguely heard that this little doll had remarkable talent for the piano—she’d already passed Level 10 before even turning eighteen.
He’d heard about it from Sang Lin before.
Every time Sang Lin brought up his daughter, he could go on for days on end, so Fu Chenyan would leave after hearing a couple of sentences.
He didn’t know Sang Ran very well, only that she was a rather delicate young girl, pampered like a little princess by her family.
“Mm.”
“I can also talk with those big names in the piano world. Someday, maybe I’ll become someone like them too.”
Sang Ran was full of anticipation for her future. Even though there was a wicked man by her side who sometimes bullied her, she would definitely get through this dark period.
Fu Chenyan’s voice was low. “You will.”
“Honey, have a few more buns.”
Sang Ran continued to place buns on Fu Chenyan’s plate, then tried to cut his steak for him. But she didn’t know how to cut steak, and after struggling for a long time without success, she left several gashes across the meat before handing it directly to Fu Chenyan.
“Honey, eat up.”
Fu Chenyan stared at the steak before him, lost in thought. With all the buns piled up and the soup on the side, he couldn’t help but feel this little doll was getting back at him for yesterday.
“Honey, hurry up and eat. I cut this for you myself—you’re not going to refuse, are you?”
Hearing those two soft words, something seemed to stir in Fu Chenyan’s chest. He picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.
About ten minutes later, all the food Sang Ran had piled onto Fu Chenyan’s plate was gone—even the soup had been drained to the last drop.
Sang Ran furrowed her delicate brows, her eyes darting around as if she were plotting some mischief again. Then she carried the entire plate of buns over to Fu Chenyan.
“Honey, are you still not full? Have some of these.”
Sang Ran leaned closer to Fu Chenyan. His body radiated coldness, so she didn’t dare get too near. She set the plate by his hand and was about to leave when, suddenly, her soft cheek was pinched again.
“Being deliberate?”
“I’m not. I just worried you wouldn’t be full, honey.”
Sang Ran shook her head like a rattle-drum, both hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.
“Is that so?”
Fu Chenyan’s cold gaze fixed on the person before him, a faint curve forming at the corner of his lips—though Sang Ran didn’t see it.
“Mm, I… I was just worried you wouldn’t be full. After all, you’re taller than me, so you must eat more than I do.”
Sang Ran spoke nervously, afraid that if she said the wrong thing, that wicked man Fu Chenyan would see through her intentions.
“Fine.”
Fu Chenyan continued eating. It was the largest meal he’d ever had. Li Yi stood off to the side, watching in stunned disbelief—was it really okay for the CEO to eat this much at night?
Their young madam was feeding him like a pig… no, wait!
Seeing Fu Chenyan keep eating, Sang Ran secretly covered her mouth and giggled. Serves him right—that wicked man had bullied her yesterday, forcing her to keep eating. Now it was his turn.
“Happy?”
Fu Chenyan seemed to catch Sang Ran’s sneaking laughter, a glint of amusement flashing through his eyes.
Sang Ran shook her head. “No… no, I’m not happy at all.”
“Little fool.”
Fu Chenyan stood up. As he turned around, the cold corner of his mouth curved upward once more. His gaze drifted slightly downward, landing on the top of the girl’s head.
“Go rest. Don’t walk into the wrong room this time. I’ll be in the study handling some documents.”
“I won’t.” Sang Ran shook her head. She’d only walked into the wrong room last night because she wasn’t familiar with the layout yet. Tonight, she wouldn’t make that mistake.
“We’ll see.”
Fu Chenyan uttered those three words lightly before heading to the study.
Sang Ran made a funny face at his retreating figure and stuck out her tongue. Fu Chenyan seemed to sense the girl’s actions and suddenly turned around. Sang Ran scrambled to lower her hands, trembling with fright.
Why did that wicked Fu Chenyan suddenly turn around?
He scared her half to death…
Sang Ran patted her chest.
Fu Chenyan turned his head back again, the smile at the corners of his mouth growing wider and wider.
Sang Ran went to her room and opened the wardrobe. Inside were piles and piles of her clothes—the same ones she had at home.
Had Fu Chenyan brought all her things from home here?
Sang Ran didn’t think much of it. She picked out a pretty white nightgown with a large bow on the chest and a loose skirt that fell all the way to her knees.
After showering and changing, Sang Ran wore soft cotton slippers that made a rustling sound against the floor as she walked.
Just then, a knock came at the door.
Sang Ran had been about to head to bed, but now she had to go answer the door instead.
The door swung open, and Fu Chenyan’s tall figure stood there, his eyes slightly lowered.
Sang Ran had just finished her bath. Water droplets dripped from her damp hair, and her milky-white skin looked even fairer under the light. She wore a soft white nightgown, the big bow at the center looking like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.
Fu Chenyan could faintly catch a hint of sweet milky fragrance from her—it was pleasant, and he didn’t dislike the scent at all.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m bringing you some mosquito-repellent incense. This room hasn’t been lived in for a long time.”
Fu Chenyan held an exquisite box in his hand. Sang Ran took it happily, thanked him, and then closed the door.
Sang Ran lit the incense and placed it by her bedside. It gave off a faint lavender scent—not bad, actually.
Would that wicked Fu Chenyan be so kind as to give her something?
Sang Ran didn’t know, and she didn’t want to know. She just wanted to get through this year as quickly as possible and go home.
Away from that wicked Fu Chenyan.