Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 470 Looking at the back of his wife getting farther and farther away from him, there is a faint pain in his heart
To avoid the atmosphere being too awkward, An Nuan nodded and chuckled, and picked up the teacup in front of her again.As a result, the tea in it was a little cold.

Seeing this, Rong Bingcheng waved his hand and summoned a servant to make a new cup for An Nuan.

Taking advantage of the time when the servant went to the kitchen to make tea, Rong Bingcheng calmed down the hostility that had arisen due to Rong Lianye before, and his voice eased, as if he was chatting about family matters, "Which family is Nuan Nuan from?"

An Nuan was stunned when she heard this.

Although there was no discomfort in what he said calmly, the other party's eyes... seemed to be expecting something.

I don't know if I was thinking too much, An Nuan folded her hands on her knees lightly, sitting very ladylike, said to Rong Bingcheng with a faint smile, "I grew up with my grandfather."

An Nuan didn't intend to hide her life experience, but the Shi family is really a dispensable existence for her so far.

In addition, she didn't want people to know that she was born in such a family, and she didn't want people to have the opportunity to discuss right and wrong about her mother, Shi Jianzhang and others.

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When Fu Xiheng came down from upstairs, it was already 10 minutes later.During this period, An Nuan and Rong Bingcheng discussed many topics.

At the beginning, they thought they had nothing in common with this cold-hearted uncle, but An Nuan really benefited a lot from the conversation.

Especially in terms of tea art, it can be seen that Rong Bingcheng is a master of tea ceremony.

An Nuan was also influenced by her grandfather when she was young, and her mother, An Peici, also liked drinking tea very much. Under the influence of her ears and eyes, An Nuan was able to sell two brushes in front of Rong Bingcheng.

When Fu Xiheng went downstairs, he happened to see the little wife with a modest smile on her face, as if he was having a good time chatting when he left.

Thin lips rise naturally.

Coming in front of An Nuan, he hugged her shoulders without hesitation, "Uncle Rong, it's getting late, we'll go back first. Don't worry about Ye Zi."

Rong Bingcheng didn't say much, and nodded with a smile on his face. Before the young couple left, they still didn't forget to say "Come here often".

The living room returned to its usual silence, Rong Bingcheng looked up at the direction upstairs, at this time Rong Lianye became quiet.

Rong Bingcheng's eyes fell on the teacup in front of An Nuan, recalling her frowns and smiles when she talked about the tea ceremony, especially the mother's favorite drink she accidentally mentioned was Dahongpao...

Rong Bingcheng's heart sank little by little.

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As soon as she walked out of the Rong family's villa, An Nuan broke free from the man's shackles and walked forward on her own.

At dusk, Fu Xiheng stood alone on the spot, his slender body shrouded in an orange softness.

Watching his wife's back getting farther and farther away from him, he felt a faint pain in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't want to tell her about the result she wants, about the facts she wants to know, nor is it that he can't do what he promised her at the beginning.

Since the time he came back from the orphanage, the fact has become a foregone conclusion. He knew that An Nuan was not An Peici's daughter.

Fu Xiheng made a decision after careful consideration, he decided not to inquire about An Nuan's real life experience.

All he needs to know is that she is his Fu Xiheng's wife.

So now, An Nuan is so disappointed in him...

Even though he, Fu Xiheng, is the aloof heir of the Fu family and is in charge of the economic lifeline of the entire Yuncheng, but when it comes to An Nuan, he really feels that he is a little powerless.

If one day the truth comes before his eyes, will his little wife be able to bear it?
He didn't dare to imagine these things, so he might as well let them rot in his heart for the rest of his life.

As long as An Nuan doesn't suffer, what's the point of being disappointed in him?

(End of this chapter)