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

Wen Qingruan dared not continue thinking about it.

She didn't even dare to stay in that bedroom any longer.

She didn't understand why Fu Yanci kept this bedroom exactly the same as before, facing these things every day.

It couldn't possibly be that he was thinking about her!

Wen Qingruan refused to think any further.

Regardless of Fu Yanci's reasons for doing this, it's clear that things are no longer possible between them.

Fu Yanci was convinced that Luo Luo was her daughter and that she had betrayed him.

That's good.

Fu Yanci, stop loving me, stop being kind to me, and stop making me feel reluctant to part with you.

Because I will eventually leave.

Wen Qingruan closed her eyes, suppressing all those emotions deep within her heart. She grabbed a few old nightgowns and left the master bedroom.

In the study.

Fu Yanci stood by the window, dressed in gray home clothes, which made his aloof temperament dissipate somewhat, and even added a few layers of heartbreaking loneliness.

Wen Qingruan...

They returned to their home...

This thought left Fu Yanci, who was usually clear-headed and calm, in a state of complete confusion.

He didn't even understand whether his initial request to Wen Qingruan was for Fu Bao's sake, or... partly for his own selfish reasons.

When he felt annoyed, he habitually reached for a cigarette, wanting to numb himself with nicotine.

He picked up the cigarette case on the desk, casually shook out a cigarette, and put it to his lips.

The lighter clicked, and the flame quickly ignited the cigarette.

He narrowed his eyes and exhaled a long stream of blue mist, like a sigh.

He then extinguished the cigarette.

Wen Qingruan disliked the smell of smoke.

He also threw the cigarette pack and lighter on the table into the trash can.

But he still felt suffocated and frustrated, almost unable to breathe.

He walked over to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey.

The spicy liquid mixed with ice still didn't make him figure out what he really wanted.

Even so, he drank the entire bottle of whiskey.

Fu Yanci turned and left the study.

Upon arriving at Fu Bao's room, he glanced at the master bedroom next door.

five years.

He never entered that room again from the day Wen Qingruan left the house.

He instructed the servants to clean the house every day and demanded that nothing in the house be changed.

Even the brands that Wen Qingruan used to like still send her new products every quarter.

He would also have the servants put those things away properly.

But he never went inside.

It seemed that as long as he didn't go in, he could deceive himself into believing that Wen Qingruan had only left temporarily, that she had never betrayed him, nor abandoned him and Fubao.

That way, he wouldn't hate her so much...

Only in this way can I allow myself to think about her...

In fact, for Fu Yanci, he couldn't even tell whether hating Wen Qingruan or the fact that Wen Qingruan had betrayed him caused him more pain.

How ridiculous!

Fu Yanci actually wanted to use self-deception to give himself a moment of relief...

Before he knew it, Fu Yanci arrived at the master bedroom door, one hand already on the doorknob.

He gently turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.

The lights in the room were still on; Wen Qingruan must have forgotten to turn them off when she left.

Fu Yanci lifted his leg and walked into the bedroom.

Looking at everything in the room, Fu Yanci felt somewhat dazed.

He even wondered if these past five years had just been a nightmare.

Did Wenwen never leave, and never have a child with another man...?

Suddenly, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Fu Yanci turned and looked towards the bathroom.

"Wenwen..."

As the alcohol took effect, his vision began to blur, and he staggered toward the bathroom.

A hazy, graceful figure was reflected in the bathroom glass. Fu Yanci's vision gradually blurred, and his consciousness became increasingly unclear.

"Wenwen, I'm sorry I'm late..."

He leaned on the wardrobe and walked to the bathroom door.

"Wenwen..."

A warm sensation arose in Fu Yanci's lower abdomen.

He leaned lazily against the doorframe, admiring the spring scenery before him.

When they were decorating their wedding home, it was during the time when their relationship was at its most intense.

Fu Yanci insisted on using laminated glass for the bathroom door, creating a soft, hazy light with exquisite shadows.

Wen Qingruan didn't know much about these materials at the time, so she let Fu Yanci do as he pleased.

On the day they moved in, Wen Qingruan blushed and scolded him for being a "wolf in sheep's clothing," saying she would let his students know that their Professor Fu, who always had a cold face and was as noble as the moon in the sky, was actually a big pervert.

Fu Yanci still remembers it to this day; he smiled and told Wen Qingruan to say whatever she wanted.

They are already husband and wife. For a couple to have a sweet relationship, harmony of soul and body is essential.

He always liked to tease her back then, letting her go in to take a shower while he would open a bottle of red wine and quietly watch the hazy spring scenery inside the dressing room outside the bathroom through the glass.

Usually, before he's even finished a glass of red wine, he can't resist pushing the door open and going inside.

Fu Yanci even placed a black sofa in the walk-in closet that didn't match the overall style.

The day the sofa was put in, Wen Qingruan asked him why he wanted to put the sofa there.

That night, when Wen Qingruan lay on that sofa, she understood its purpose.

The heat within Fu Yanci's body grew stronger and stronger. He subconsciously licked his lips and reached out to open the door.

Wen Qingruan originally intended to wash up in the guest room, but the water heater seemed to be broken and could only provide cold water.

She wanted to ask Fu Yan to come and see her, but then she remembered what he had told her before: to be quiet and not to wake Fu Bao.

Seeing light shining through the crack in the door to the study at the end of the corridor, one knew that Fu Yanci was still in the study.

Wen Qingruan thought to herself, she'll go to the master bedroom to wash up quickly, and then go back to the guest room. Fu Yanci shouldn't notice, right...?

After all, it was Fu Yanci who said that she could get whatever she needed herself.

But Wen Qingruan didn't expect that when she finished taking a shower and came out wearing a silk nightgown, Fu Yanci would suddenly appear there.

"Fu Yan... um~"

Before Wen Qingruan could finish speaking, she felt dizzy and was caught in Fu Yanci's arms, falling onto the black sofa.

"Wenwen..."

Fine, dense kisses fell, carrying the crisp scent of wine and the man's indistinct whispers.

"Wenwen~ You're back~"

Fu Yanci's eyes turned crimson, and his eyes were moist. His voice even carried a hint of grievance.

His kiss was as gentle as a cloud glistening with moisture on the horizon, light yet lingering, enveloping Wen Qingruan tightly, rendering her incapable of thought.

Wen Qingruan clearly hadn't been drinking, but she seemed a little drunk at this moment.

She lay back on the familiar sofa, looking up at the crystal ceiling above her.

The mist gradually blurred her vision, and her body acted before her reason could, her hands climbing up Fu Yanci's neck.

She hadn't been kissed like that by Fu Yanci in a long time, but her body still remembered.

Her compliance was undoubtedly the best stimulant for Fu Yanci.

He called out "Wenwen..." over and over again.

She responded passionately with her kiss.

Inside the changing room, a scene of enchanting spring beauty unfolded.

Lolo woke up in the middle of the night to find herself in a completely unfamiliar room.

She was terrified and went barefoot out of the room to find her sister.