kvmb Chapter 101 What have you been doing after 3 years of marriage?
Chapter 101 What have you been doing after 3 years of marriage?
After she left, Fu Ruoshi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of loneliness and melancholy.
Early the next morning.
When Wen Zhixia woke up, she was the only one on the huge bed.
No one knew where Fu Ruoshi had gone. His fever-reducing medicine and mineral water were still on the bedside. Wen Zhixia saw that two pills were missing and confirmed that he had taken them.
After she finished washing up, Sister Li knocked on the door. "Young Madam, Grandma asked me to ask you to go to the front hall for breakfast. She cooked it for you personally this morning. You must eat it."
Grandma made breakfast specially for her.
Wen Zhixia felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.
In the entire Fu family, grandma has always been the best to her. If they hadn't divorced, she would have been willing to treat Bai Lan as her own grandma, but now she knows that this is just a distant luxury.
When she arrived at the restaurant, she smelled a sweet aroma.
"Daughter, did you sleep well?"
Bai Lan was sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine with her glasses on. Her silver-white hair was tied up behind her head with a jade hairpin, giving her the demeanor of a female intellectual of the previous generation.
Wen Zhixia sat down flattered and saw hot bird's nest porridge, pumpkin steamed cake, steamed dumplings and fried tofu on the table, all of which were her favorite foods.
"The old lady knows you like to eat these, so she made them especially for you." Sister Li quickly explained, "Please try them."
"Yeah!" Wen Zhixia looked at Bai Lan gratefully, "Thank you, grandma!"
She picked up a piece of fried tofu, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was not only delicious but also tasted like home.
"What about Ruo Shi?" Wen Zhixia asked her grandmother, "Should we leave it for him?"
As soon as the words fell, Fu Ruoshi's voice came from outside the door, "I hate sweet things the most. Grandma, I am your grandson, you can't be so partial to me, right?"
Wen Zhixia turned around when she heard the voice.
Fu Ruoshi wore an iron-gray shirt and black trousers, which perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. To mask his tired look, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His half-closed brows didn't look haggard under the frames, but rather gave him a lazy, comfortable air, akin to the satisfaction of a fulfilled desire.
He woke up with a fever in the second half of the night and couldn't fall asleep again. Afraid of disturbing Wen Zhixia by tossing and turning, he took some fever-reducing medicine and went to the study to do his work, and he just finished it.
"Is your fever gone?" she asked him.
Fu Ruoshi bent down and said, "Touch it."
Wen Zhixia felt embarrassed when he pretended to be so intimate in front of her grandmother.
"No touching, just eat."
Fu Ruoshi failed and glanced at the dining table. "I won't eat it. It doesn't look tasty."
"If you don't want to eat, just sit there and keep me company." Bai Lan put down the magazine. "If Xiao Xia doesn't put down her chopsticks, you're not allowed to get up."
Fu Ruoshi didn't dare to disobey his grandmother, so he had to sit down and pointed at the bird's nest porridge in front of him and asked Wen Zhixia, "Is this delicious?"
Wen Zhixia nodded, "It's delicious."
"How delicious is it?" Fu Ruoshi asked again.
Wen Zhixia said, "It's very fragrant and tender."
"How fragrant is it? How soft is it?"
......
Wen Zhixia tutted, "You'll know after you take a bite, won't you?"
Fu Ruoshi's appetite had not recovered after his fever subsided. He actually didn't want to eat, he just wanted to sit at the dinner table and talk to Wen Zhixia.
All in all, in the three years since he married Wen Zhixia, he had eaten at the same table with her no more than ten times.
Even if they sat at the same table, Wen Zhixia would talk to him more often.
Sometimes I talk about his work, and sometimes I ask him what fun things there are abroad.
He didn't answer seriously, and slowly, Wen Zhixia stopped talking to him.
"Then I'll have a bite." Fu Ruoshi looked at her.
Wen Zhixia sullenly said, "Then serve it yourself."
"No," Fu Ruoshi shook his head, "I want to drink the bowl in your hand."
Wen Zhixia said coldly, "Oh, then don't drink it."
"Grandma, look at her!" Fu Ruoshi rolled over, "I'm almost going crazy from the fever, and she won't even give me porridge to drink!"
Bai Lan didn't buy his tricks. "Didn't you say you don't like sweets? Sister Li, make him an iced Americano to sober him up."
"Here, here, here, here." Wen Zhixia put the porridge in front of Fu Ruoshi, "As if I am bullying you."
Fu Ruoshi succeeded and picked up the bowl happily.
Wen Zhixia was not eating quickly. There was still two-thirds of the food left in the bowl. Fu Ruoshi calmly took a sip.
......
Almost vomited.
This is too sweet.
The shadow of being forced to eat sweets by Song Ailing when he was a child came to his mind, and Fu Ruoshi would feel physically nauseous whenever he tasted something sweet.
He was too embarrassed to actually vomit it out. It was quite embarrassing for the great Master Fu to vomit after eating sweets.
"Pfft..." Wen Zhixia glanced at him and laughed at the strange expression on his face.
When Fu Ruoshi saw her smile, he was touched and drank the whole bowl of bird's nest.
"That's good." Bai Lan saw it and nodded contentedly, "Xiao Xia, from now on, give him the food you don't want to eat, and eat the food you like yourself."
Wen Zhixia nodded, "I understand, grandma."
After Fu Ruoshi swallowed a bowl of bird's nest, his stomach churned and he turned around and ran to the toilet.
"Eh......?"
Wen Zhixia looked at Fu Ruoshi who was running all the way, "What's wrong? Is he feeling unwell?"
"Don't worry about him." Bai Lan was looking at the magazine calmly. "Xiao Xia, he's a grown man now and can take care of himself. Don't hang around him all day. It's our honor that you married into our family. You are here to enjoy your life, not to be a nanny."
Wen Zhixia felt embarrassed to tell her that, in fact, she didn't want to be a nanny. She had been a doctor for a long time and it was an occupational disease. She had a strong sense of responsibility and subconsciously wanted to take care of people.
"I'm done eating." Wen Zhixia put down the bowl and stood up. "Grandma, I'm going to work. I'll come back in the evening."
Bai Lan put down the newspaper, smiled and nodded at her, "Grandma will cook for you tonight."
"No need, grandma. I'll eat it in the hospital tonight."
"Then grandma will cook you a midnight snack."
When they reached the door, Wen Zhixia was about to take a taxi, but then she heard Fu Ruoshi catching up from behind.
"Why are you walking so fast?" He held her back, "I'll take you there."
Wen Zhixia felt that he was deliberately acting nice in front of his grandmother for fear of upsetting her. After all, the Fu family were all filial sons.
So she didn't refuse. It wasn't until they walked out of the garden that she put away her relaxed expression and said to him, "Stop pretending. I'll just take a taxi. Your injury hasn't healed yet, so don't run away."
"I'm not acting," Fu Ruoshi stopped her, "I really want to send you off. Even if grandma isn't here, I still want to send you off."
Wen Zhixia looked up, "Why?"
In the three years of their marriage, he never offered to take her to work even though she was at home for so many days. Even though the manor had a dedicated driver, Wen Zhixia didn't seek that convenience.
She just wanted to sit with him, listen to him talk about work, talk about the outside world, or even just quietly look at the scenery outside the window.
"I want to accompany you." Fu Ruoshi said, "I am worried about you being alone."
It was such a clumsy lie that Wen Zhixia laughed.
"You have to put on a full show. You've been so relieved during the three years of our marriage, but now that we're getting divorced, why are you worried about having to stay with me?"