After being missing for five years, President Fu's eyes welled up with tears when they met agai

"I won't leave, Wenwen, I'm right here, don't be afraid."

Fu Yanci didn't know what Wen Qingruan was dreaming about, so he could only gently comfort her and help her calm down.

He lay down beside Wen Qingruan, holding her protectively in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I won't leave..."

Wen Qingruan nestled in his arms, gradually calming down as he patiently comforted her again and again, leaving only tears that soaked the fabric of Fu Yanci's clothes.

Fu Yanci finally heard what she was saying.

She said: Fu Yanci, I'm sorry...

The spot on his chest, damp with tears, was icy cold, and the chill seeped into his heart.

She was apologizing to him.

Is it because she really betrayed him?

Or perhaps it's because... there were other hidden circumstances surrounding what happened back then.

Wen Qingruan...

He silently murmured her name in his heart, and gently kissed her forehead.

Regardless of what happened back then, Fu Yanci only knew one thing: the woman in front of him was the only love of his life.

He tried to forget her, but he couldn't!

He even thought he would hate her, but now he could see his own heart clearly. Even if he hated her, it was because he couldn't let her go and he hated that Wen Qingruan refused to love him anymore.

Over the years, he has never stopped loving her!

Never!

So what if she has another man's child!

It's not like Fu Yanci can't afford to support him!

"Wenwen..."

He called her name and kissed her small, soft earlobe.

"Stay by my side..."

When Wen Qingruan woke up, she heard the steady breathing beside her and saw the man's chin with a few stubbles. For a moment, she was stunned, thinking that she was not yet fully awake.

She tried hard to recall what happened last night, but all she remembered was that she had a seizure in the car, and nothing else.

Five years later, Wen Qingruan never dreamed that she would wake up in Fu Yanci's arms one day.

She couldn't help but raise her hand, her delicate fingertips tracing across his eyebrows and eyes.

Fu Yanci moved slightly, tightened his embrace, and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Sleep a little longer."

He didn't sleep a wink last night, and only drifted off to sleep just before dawn.

Wen Qingruan didn't dare to move again, because she could clearly feel the man's "fire" in the early morning, even through her pajamas.

and many more!

loungewear!

Who changed her clothes?!

She looked up as if to ask a question, but the man pulled her into his arms again.

"Be good, don't move around, or I can't guarantee anything!"

The man's voice was already somewhat hoarse, and Wen Qingruan, who had once been intimate with this man, naturally understood what this meant.

She closed her eyes, trying to stop herself from having any more wild thoughts, but she was pressed against Fu Yanci's chest, and his strong heartbeat through his chest made her ears burn.

Unbeknownst to her, Fu Yanci's heart had completely softened at that moment, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

He made a wish in his heart, hoping that he could wake up like he did today every day from now on.

Wen Qingruan fell asleep again at some point, and when she woke up, Fu Yanci was no longer beside her; only the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom.

She got up and was just about to leave the bedroom when the bathroom door opened.

Fu Yanci stood there, his hair, which was usually neatly combed, now wet and casual, giving him a touch of unruly youthful spirit.

He wasn't wearing any clothes, except for a dark gray bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

Water droplets dripped from his hair, landing on his neck. As his Adam's apple bobbed, the water dripped onto his firm pectoral muscles, slid down his taut abs, and along his deep V-lines, finally falling into the area covered by the towel.

Wen Qingruan's gaze followed the droplet of water and landed on...

Realizing what she was looking at, Wen Qingruan choked and coughed incessantly.

Fu Yanci stepped forward and gently patted her back.

"What's wrong?"

He smelled of her shower gel, a refreshing lemon scent that seemed out of place with his personality, yet somehow made Wen Qingruan feel a strange harmony.

Thinking of Fu Yanci using her shower gel in the bathroom just now, Wen Qingruan's face flushed again.

She waved her hand, signaling Fu Yanci to stop taking pictures.

"I'm fine, I just choked a little."

A muffled laugh came from above, followed by a man's voice with a hint of teasing.

"Did you choke on your own saliva?"

With a "whoosh," Wen Qingruan's face flushed again.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

I'm going to wash up...

With that, Wen Qingruan headed out of the room.

Fu Yanci pulled her back, raising his chin slightly.

"The bathroom is over there."

Wen Qingruan had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the steaming bathroom.

Even after she closed the bathroom door, Fu Yanci's smile never faded.

He did it on purpose.

He was just about to change into formal attire.

He only came out because he heard Wen Qingruan getting up.

Wen Qingruan's reaction was exactly what he expected.

It seems that the training over the years has been quite effective.

The thought that he would one day have to use such a method to win her favor made Fu Yanci smile self-deprecatingly.

That was Wen Qingruan; he would do anything for her.

After washing up, Wen Qingruan put on light makeup before going downstairs.

Today I'm going to the studio to chat with some parents of children who are preparing to apply to a dance-affiliated middle school about the special training courses.

As soon as Wen Qingruan came down the stairs, she heard laughter coming from the restaurant.

Wen Qingruan walked over, and Fu Bao was the first to see her.

"Dad made breakfast, and yours is a heart-shaped sandwich."

After saying that, Fu Bao and Luo Luo covered their mouths and chuckled at the same time.

Wen Qingruan blushed after being teased by the two children, but Fu Yanci didn't think there was anything wrong with it and pulled out a chair for Wen Qingruan.

Today she wore a simple black turtleneck sweater, her hair tied up in a high bun, revealing her slender and elegant swan neck. Her fair face had only a light layer of makeup, which added color without taking away her pristine temperament. The A-line long skirt accentuated her waistline to its most perfect extent.

Such a simple outfit, yet it made her look stunningly beautiful.

"Thanks."

Wen Qingruan sat in the dining chair, looking at the heart-shaped sandwich in front of her and the coffee next to her.

Fu Yanci: "Is Teacher Wen satisfied with today's latte art?"

Wen Qingruan looked at the latte.

"Yes, it's fine."

She tried her best to remain calm, not letting Fu Yanci and the child see the panic and turmoil in her heart.

At the dining table, Fu Yanci chatted with Fu Bao, and would wipe Luo Luo's mouth and pick out fish bones for her.

He took care of Luo Luo as naturally as he took care of Fu Bao.

Wen Qingruan even had a strange feeling that they were a family, and that they should always be like this, sitting together as a family, laughing and chatting.

After breakfast, Fu Yanci told Wen Qingruan that he would pick her and her child up from the studio that evening, and Wen Qingruan did not refuse.

She now cherishes the time she spends with Fu Yanci.

As for the day of parting, we'll talk about that when it happens.

On the way, Wen Qingruan received a phone call.

"Mrs. Fu, do you still remember me? Look how heartless you are! You married into a wealthy family, but you don't care about your disabled father and elderly grandmother."

Do you think Fu Yanci knows you're this kind of person?