Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

Fu Sihan did not use hot water.

Cold water poured down from above his head, causing his uncontrollable emotions to slowly return.

Fu Sihan didn't know whether he was angry at being late and not taking his words seriously, or whether he was angry at being out of control because of this woman.

He hated being out of control!

After showering, he put on his bathrobe and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he stopped and narrowed his eyes.

The bed was empty.

Fu Sihan stood in front of the French window with a cigarette between his fingertips. The feeling of her thin lips being spat out made her unbelievably handsome face appear somewhat blurry as the mist permeated the air.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

It was at this moment that Fu Sihan heard three rapid knocks on his door. Although his voice was not soft, it was very quick. It was as if someone was chasing after him. After finishing this task, he hurriedly fled.

Fu Sihan opened the door.

There was a red wooden tray on the carpet outside the door. On the tray, there was a bunch of porcelain bowls filled with white magnolia flowers. The bowls were filled with golden broth.

But there was no one outside.

Fu Sihan placed the cigar in his mouth and looked emotionlessly at the sobering soup on the ground.

In this room, other than that woman, who else would dare to bring this simple looking thing to him?

If she didn't sleep well, why would she run away after throwing away such a bowl of food? Who the hell would be interested in something like that?!

As he passed by the bedside table, Fu Sihan's eyes glazed over. Under the bedside lamp was a platinum man's wedding ring. The ring was the size of his ring finger.

But he had never worn it once.

Fu Sihan randomly picked up the ring and fiddled with it. He remembered that Yan Wan was wearing a woman's ring all the time, but the elegant and noble diamond ring was not as pretty as her finger.

The image of her rejecting him half an hour ago suddenly appeared in his mind, and Fu Sihan angrily threw the wedding ring back into the drawer.

He lay on the bed for about ten minutes, then he got up and angrily put the wedding ring on his left ring finger.

Later that night, he returned to his original room.

She felt a pain in her chest. She went to the bathroom and pulled off her clothes to look in the mirror.

On the top, the bite marks were obvious.

"Bastard!"

"Fu Sihan, you bastard!"

He hadn't slept well that night. The first thing he did after closing his eyes was to face Fu Sihan. His eyes were filled with a forceful gaze, words, and actions.

Domineering to the extreme.

Even so, she still woke up early the next day, late at night.

He discovered that the bowl of orange soup was lying in front of the entrance without moving at all. The only difference was that it was cold.

She bit her lips and quickly walked over, intending to withdraw the item without batting an eyelid.

"Crack!" A sound.

The door opened.

Late at night.

Hearing the noise, Qing Shui raised his head mechanically and saw that Fu Sihan was wearing a well-groomed, well-groomed suit. The smelly Zhang Shujun looked as if someone owed him several hundred million, and his entire body emitted an invisible black aura.

"What for?"

When Fu Sihan woke up from his poor sleep, he was furious. His brows were knitted tightly as he looked down upon the woman in front of him.

She took a step back late at night, afraid that he would kick her aside. "Hold, hold the bowl!"

"You did it?" The light in Fu Sihan's eyes flickered slightly.

"No, no!"

He didn't drink it last night and now he has a stinky face. How could he dare to admit it late at night, "I just saw the bowl here, so I'm going to clean it up a bit! I don't know who did it either! "

She put on a 'I'm serious and I'm not lying' face.

As Fu Sihan walked towards Yan Wan, she unconsciously moved her legs backwards.

The back of her waist was pressed against the birch balustrade, and in an instant the man had trapped her between the balustrade and his chest.

"Where did you go last night?"

"Guest room, sleep."

He didn't believe that someone as smart as Fu Sihan wouldn't be able to guess. Thus, he decided to just say it out.

Fu Sihan rubbed his temples. He felt a slight headache from the aftereffects of his drunkenness. He was so angered by her lousy attitude that he almost wanted to laugh.

"What's on the chin?" Fu Sihan's gaze fell upon Yan Wan's delicate chin. There was a touch of green there, and he raised his hand to touch it.

"Hiss —"

Nighttime gasped in pain, and her head shrank back.

Fu Sihan clearly saw that it was a bruise.

Her skin was white, so the bruise was very obvious. It looked like … The bruises from his fingers.

Fu Sihan unconsciously rubbed his fingers. Did he use so much strength yesterday?

No.

It was because Yan Wan was too delicate.

Seeing that he did not say anything else, Nightfall hurriedly took the bowl and left.

When Fu Sihan arrived at the dining hall, he did not see Yan Feng late at night. On the dining table, there was a sumptuous breakfast with tens of delicacies as exquisite as those that came from a five star restaurant.

It was clear from one look that it was not done late.

"What about late?" Fu Sihan no longer called him 'Madam'.

"Young Mistress said she was not hungry and ran away in the morning," Housekeeper Lin replied.

Tsk, purposely avoiding him.

Fu Sihan put down the knife and fork he had just picked up and said, "Tell her to come back and make me breakfast."

"Sigh."

He was called back before he could warm up.

On the dining table, the man was leisurely reading a document. The originally rich breakfast had already been taken away, and the dining table was empty.

She woke up later than usual, and by the time she went downstairs, the chef had already prepared breakfast.

She was furious at Fu Sihan for what he had done last night, but she was even more afraid of him.

He had a changeable personality and could easily kill her or make her wish she were dead.

From the time Fu Sihan drank the night before, it only took half an hour for him to boil a fresh carp head that nourished the stomach and sobered the wine.

Even before the head of the fish was served, it had already begun to smell a rich and delicious fragrance. The soup was milky white, and the color of the Cheyton's tender tofu, cut silk, and sliced mushrooms matched well.

The fish's head had been dismembered while it was still hot. The fish bones had been almost completely removed, yet the beauty of the fish's vision had not been damaged in the slightest.

This was a talent and cutting technique that many old chefs did not have.

Fu Sihan tasted a mouthful of fish meat. It was fresh and tender and extremely exquisite, almost to the point of melting into his mouth. And the soup through wet starch, thick but not greasy, nutritional concentration.

The freshness of the fish had been perfectly preserved. The supplementary ingredients had been used to the extreme. There was also something that a 5-star hotel head chef wouldn't be able to cook … Warm smell.

His appetite was suddenly sparked.

"How's the taste?"

Late at night, he stared at Fu Sihan.

When she talked about cooking, she seemed to forget how scared she had been of him.

"Nope." After Fu Sihan finished speaking, he took a sip of the soup.

The night watch harrumphed in her heart:

Usually, you still eat with relish?!

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Fu Sihan felt slightly better. He could not help but want to chat late.

"Who put a bowl of water in front of my room last night?" he asked Butler Lin.

He was still in shock from "this guy is as edible as always" when he suddenly raised his head.

Housekeeper Lin smiled as he corrected him, "Young master, the young mistress personally made that wine soup for you."