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

Fu Yanci swore that if he were to die young, it would be because of Wen Qingruan's sharp tongue!

How could he forget that Wen Qingruan was no docile little rabbit? She had always been a sharp-tongued little wildcat, especially in front of him.

He had never won an argument with this woman before.

The only way is to kiss her, so that her mouth won't have a chance to say those words again.

A beautiful mouth is for kissing, not for making him angry.

Now, he is still very willing to treat her the same way he used to.

But Fu Yanci knew in his heart that she would not give him that chance again.

Fu Yanci's eyes turned completely cold.

He reached behind Wen Qingruan and took a packet of seasoning.

When he spoke again, he was the aloof and superior President Fu, and even his eyes were filled with disdain and indifference.

"Aren't you overestimating yourself?"

He shook the spice bottle in his hand.

"Just taking something."

After speaking, Fu Yanci took a step back, distancing himself from Wen Qingruan.

He turned and went to the sink, leaving without a trace of regret.

Wen Qingruan could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but she didn't feel happy.

Even at the moment Fu Yanci left, it felt as if a piece of her heart had been forcibly torn away.

Fu Yanci's words were like a knife, cutting away the softest part of her heart and taking away her feigned strength, leaving only her weak and wounded self.

It hurts terribly...

Yes!

What is she thinking?

Fu Yanci is now the president of the Fu Group, with a young and beautiful fiancée by his side. So what if he has a physical reaction to me? What does it mean?

Wen Qingruan slowly exhaled, pressing down on the pain in her chest, pretending that nothing had happened.

Fu Yanci had already prepared the ingredients. "What's next?"

His voice was calm, as if nothing had happened. His calmness made Wen Qingruan think that the fiery passion and icy cold she had just experienced were just an illusion.

But the pain on her face reminded her that it wasn't just her imagination.

It really happened.

Fu Yanci was able to easily emerge from that enchanting dream, but she was deeply trapped in it, unable to let go for a long time.

She pinched her palm with her fingertips, telling herself to stay clear-headed and stay away from Fu Yanci!

She spent five years, even risking her life, but she still couldn't completely forget this man. If she had to leave him again, she wouldn't be able to go on living!

The sharp pain in her palm brought Wen Qingruan back to her senses and her voice.

"I'll do it."

Fu Yanci glanced at her. "No need. Just stand over there and tell me what to do."

"When I was around, when did I ever make you do these things!"

His tone remained cold, but Wen Qingruan sensed the tenderness within it.

Yes, when they were together, as long as Fu Yanci was by her side, she never had to lift a finger or do anything.

He always pampered her, letting her experience what it feels like to be cherished and loved.

This is one of the reasons why she can never forget Fu Yanci.

The most intense love she had ever felt in her life came from Fu Yanci…

How could she forget?

Wen Qingruan's heart, which had just been calmed down, became restless again.

Fu Yanci didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had just said.

He was Wen Qiqingruan, but it wasn't that he didn't love her anymore!

Besides, he has always done it this way; taking care of Wen Qingruan has long been a habit ingrained in his bones.

He picked up the ribs, looked at Wen Qingruan, and waited for her instructions.

"Ahem... First... first blanch the pork ribs."

Wen Qingruan steadied herself and used the act of drinking water to conceal the pounding in her heart.

Fu Yanci knew how to cook, and Wen Qingruan's steps were simple and clear. The two worked well together and soon made four dishes and a soup.

"Go out and take Fu Bao to wash her hands, then go to the restaurant to wait for dinner."

Wen Qingruan hummed in agreement and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Fu Yanci suddenly called out to her.

Wen Qingruan, unaware of what else was going to happen, obediently stood there and waited.

Fu Yanci approached Wen Qingruan and raised his hand.

The man's body drew closer, and the faint scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils, causing Wen Qingruan's heart to pound like thunder once again.

She remembered the kiss from earlier, and her body reacted before her brain could process it, gently closing her eyes.

She could feel the man's body getting closer and closer to her, and she could even feel the warmth of his body.

She not only closed her eyes, but also kept her mouth tightly shut, as if afraid that if she opened her mouth, her heart would fly out of her throat.

A large hand gently stroked her back and slowly placed it on the back of her head.

Wen Qingruan truly felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She was enveloped by the man's scent, and felt her mouth go dry. It was as if tiny ants were crawling all over her limbs, following her meridians and reaching the very tip of her heart.

She couldn't lie to herself; she knew she was looking forward to it.

I long for Fu Yanci's kiss, I long for Fu Yanci's love.

She felt the man's breath on her neck, hot and with a faint smell of tobacco.

Every cell in her body was tense, so tense that she forgot to breathe.

Suddenly, her hair came loose, and the man gently pulled down her ponytail, letting her long hair fall loose.

Wen Qingruan slowly opened her eyes and looked at him with confusion.

Fu Yanci said, "Let your hair down, don't let Fu Bao see the injury on your face. He's a sensitive person, he'll overthink it."

Looking at the hair tie in Fu Yanci's hand, Wen Qingruan felt a great sense of loss and emptiness in her heart.

Thinking of his earlier expectations, his face turned bright red.

She took the hair tie with feigned composure, hummed in agreement, and walked out of the kitchen.

Her wrists, hanging by her sides, were grasped.

With a gentle tug, Wen Qingruan fell into his arms.

The next second, the man's lips touched hers.

Moist and sweet...

When they separated, their breathing became erratic.

Fu Yanci looked at the woman in his arms. Heaven knows how much he missed her. For him, a kiss was like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

His forehead gently bumped against Wen Qingruan's forehead, his voice hoarse.

"Stop seducing me... I have zero resistance to you..."

Wen Qingruan's heart raced as he teased her, her face turning as red as a ripe peach.

"When did I...?"

Fu Yanci interrupted her, "Every moment..."

He lifted Wen Qingruan's chin and gently stroked her slightly swollen lips with his fingertips.

His hands seemed to possess a magical power, as if they were caressing Wen Qingruan's heart, making her heart itch intensely.

She didn't even dare to look Fu Yanci in the eyes...

"What are you doing?"

A soft, cute voice broke the idyllic atmosphere in the kitchen.

Wen Qingruan suddenly came to her senses and pushed the person away.

Fu Yanci didn't feel embarrassed at all. He and Wen Qingruan were husband and wife, and besides, loving parents are a good thing for children.

At least, he was certain that Wen Qingruan had feelings for him!

Fu Bao walked into the kitchen, looked up at her father, and then at her mother.

"Were you two just kissing?"