Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1541 1 family of 3

The door opened, and Xu Xiaoxiao saw Fu Yanchen coming back, followed by Lin Nuo.

The wooden stairs creaked slightly with the sound of footsteps. Xu Xiaoxiao walked down quickly, wrapped in a beige cashmere cardigan, her hair still stained with sleepiness.

She looked at the two men standing side by side in the living room. Fu Yanchen was moving his bony hand away from Lin Nuo's shoulder - this subconscious little action made her heart suddenly tighten.

"How's grandma?" Her fingers, which were holding the handrail of the stairs, turned slightly white, and her eyes moved back and forth between the two of them.

There was light snow falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The mist on the glass blurred the neon lights of the city, but it could not blur the stagnant air in the living room.

Lin Nuo was the first to smile soothingly. He always did, like the first snowflake to melt in spring. "Don't worry, Madam. There's nothing serious wrong with the old lady. She just caught a cold and has a fever."

Fu Yanchen unconsciously rubbed the second button of his suit. This habitual action reminded Xu Xiaoxiao of the way Fu Yanchen comforted himself in the past.

Fu Yanchen walked to the bar and poured a glass of warm water. The crisp sound of the glass hitting the marble counter broke the silence. "The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow."

When he turned around, he rolled up his sleeves halfway, revealing the same platinum bracelet as Xu Xiaoxiao. "I discussed the recipe with grandma while she was staying with me, and she insisted on making your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Really?" Xu Xiaoxiao's fingertips touched the water cup as she took it, and the warmth of Fu Yanchen's palm came through the wall of the cup.

She noticed that his tie was a little askew, but it made her feel more at ease than his usual meticulous appearance.

Fu Yanchen took out a copy of the medical record from his briefcase. The sound of the paper flipping was mixed with his smiling scolding: "Your uncle is also... too nervous, but..."

He suddenly lowered his voice and blinked as if sharing a secret, "Grandma asked me to tell Xiaoxiao that there is some frozen mango pudding in the refrigerator for you."

The snow outside the window was getting heavier, and the warm yellow light cast the shadows of three people on the Persian carpet.

Xu Xiaoxiao actually felt a bit of soft warmth. She lowered her head and took a sip of water. The water temperature was exactly what her grandmother always said, "40 degrees is the best for the stomach."

Xu Xiaoxiao raised the corners of her lips in a sweet arc, and the slightly curved corners of her eyes looked very much like the pot of freesia that her grandmother kept on the balcony.

She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ears. This habitual action reminded Fu Yanchen that she used to tidy up her wind-blown hair in the same way.

"Thank you so much,"

Her voice was hoarse, like that of waking up in the morning, but it was also exceptionally warm. "Fu Yanchen, grandma always says that she cares about you more than me, her own granddaughter..."

As she spoke, she unconsciously stroked the rhinestone bear on her phone case - it was a gift from Fu Yanchen on her eighteenth birthday, and the corners were already a little worn.

Fu Yanchen looked at the butterfly-shaped shadows cast by her eyelashes under her eyes, and suddenly felt that the pile of documents waiting to be signed in the office became distant.

“It should be,”

He subconsciously adjusted his cufflinks, and this action made Xu Xiaoxiao notice that he was wearing the silver cuffs his grandmother had given him. "Yesterday, when I was staying with you in bed, grandma taught me how to knit a scarf, saying it was for your birthday."

"Really?" Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, like stars that were suddenly lit up, "She always said that young people don't like this..." Before she finished speaking, Lin Nuo brought out hot milk from the kitchen, and white mist was rising from the edge of the glass.

"Drink this first," Fu Yanchen said, his fingertips stained with flour as he pushed the cup towards her. "I promised grandma that I would supervise you to eat breakfast."

Xu Xiaoxiao took the milk, and the warmth spread from her palm to her heart.

She suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to run to the kitchen: "Oh, right! There are still some shepherd's purse wontons that grandma made a few days ago in the refrigerator..."

The sound gradually faded into the hum of the refrigerator opening and closing.

Fu Yanchen felt warm in his heart as he watched her busy figure in the kitchen.

The fresh aroma of wontons wafted from the kitchen, mixed with the faint sweetness of custard buns on Lin Nuo's body, and the faint scent of cedar on Fu Yanchen's cuffs.

Charles' call broke the peaceful morning and suddenly made it gentle.