Fu Yan’an’s slender fingers lightly tapped on the steering wheel as he watched Su Wei struggle to support Wu Xiaoxi, turning off the engine and getting out of the car.
Su Wei suddenly felt a lightness on her body, turning to see Fu Yan’an supporting Wu Xiaoxi. The night sky had fallen, casting a soft glow, illuminating the man’s handsome features. Today, Fu Yan’an seemed unusually willing to help others.
“Thank you, Mr. Fu.”
As Su Wei pressed the elevator button, expressing her sincere gratitude, the elevator doors opened. Fu Yan’an assisted Wu Xiaoxi into the elevator, “Sit in my car, okay?”
Su Wei hesitated for a moment, watching the man take a few confident strides forward. She decided to swallow the words on her tongue. She didn’t own a car, and during dinner rush hours, finding a taxi was challenging.
Make him unable to grasp my thoughts
The elevator ascended, making a stop on the 27th floor. Su Wei opened the door, turning her gaze towards Fu Yan’an. “Mr. Fu, we’ve arrived,” subtly suggesting he could leave now. Fu Yan’an’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of displeasure passing over his handsome face. Not for any other reason, but he rarely took the initiative to help, and anyone else would typically express profuse gratitude. However, this person seemed to use his assistance and then casually discard him. Was she unappreciative or playing hard to get?
Su Wei guided Wu Xiaoxi inside, noticing Fu Yan’an standing nonchalantly at the door. She blinked, sensing a hint of his displeasure. “Mr. Fu…”
A rumbling sound interrupted her. Whose stomach was growling? Su Wei froze, following the sound to find it originated from the handsome face of the man himself-Fu Yan’an was hungry. He hadn’t had dinner yet. Given that he had just kindly escorted her back to her residence, Su Wei couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Fu Yan’an’s altruistic deeds tonight.
“Mr. Fu, if you don’t mind, would you like to come in, have a seat, and have some water?” Su Wei suggested.
Fu Yan’an’s face darkened slightly, and he coughed lightly. “Su Wei, that’s more like it. Actions speak louder than words.”
This proud man. Su Wei, acknowledging the favor he had done for her, decided not to argue. After settling Wu Xiaoxi, she changed out of her stained clothes, donned comfortable home attire, and emerged from the
bedroom.
In the spacious living room, Fu Yan’an stood at the center, examining his surroundings. Su Wei bit her lip, offering him a glass of water. “Mr. Fu, please have a seat.”
She never intended to maintain any contact with her ex-husband after their divorce, yet here she was bringing him into her home. Fu Yan’an accepted the water, sitting on the sofa. The house was tastefully decorated, with a fresh bouquet on the coffee table and a pleasant fragrance lingering in the air. It reflected a sense of style-typical of someone with a background in architectural design.
