“There’s nothing special to it. When two people live together, one will have to cook while the other cleans. The food that your brother cooks is really unappetizing.” Wen Xin chuckled. It was clear to see that she had been poisoned by An Fengyang’s cooking before.
Shui Anluo stared at Wen Xin with envy. In the past, An Fengyang had been so arrogant. He always thought that he knew that better than anyone else. Now, as she watched the man who has completely forgotten about himself and was scrubbing dishes and singing in the kitchen, she realized that this was all because of the woman in front of her.
“Luoluo, what happened between you and Director Chu?” Wen Xin asked, concerned.
Shui Anluo shook her head and replied softly, “I can leave if I’m disturbing you.”
“No, Luoluo, that’s not what I meant. If you don’t feel like talking about it, it’s alright,” Wen Xin quickly remarked.
“You naughty girl, my wife’s a timid person, don’t scare her.” An Fengyang stepped out and smacked Shui Anluo over the head. He then sat down next to Wen Xin. “Luoluo is only teasing you, she’s not that conscientious. Badgering me has always been her lifelong mission.”
Shui Anluo gritted her teeth and stared angrily at him.
“Tell us, what petty thing are you two involved in now?” An Fengyang held his wife and settled on the sofa as he watched Shui Anluo who was sitting on the other side with the baby in her arms. She really could not detect any brotherly love from his end.
“Yuan Jiayi is back so I left.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that speck of future prospect. She only just got back. She hasn’t done anything yet and you’ve already run off like sheep, running away with your tail between your legs. Oh no, you’ve also brought along a little doll as well.”
Shui Anluo grabbed a bolster with one hand and threw it at him. “What do you mean ‘running away with my tail between my legs’? I’ve clearly left in a dignified way.” Shui Anluo smirked. She even managed to play a trick on Chu Ningyi before leaving. At the time, he had most likely expected her to automatically surrender but he probably never expected her to leave with her mother.
“Heh, dignified to the point that you’re now homeless?” An Fengyang sneered. He picked the bolster up and used it to cushion his wife’s back.
“I…” Shui Anluo wanted to retaliate. She had intended to return to her own home but she remembered that Qiao Yaruan was staying there. Plus, if Qiao Yaruan found out that she had used her, she would definitely punish her horribly — either by torturing her fingers or twisting her ears. Qiao Yaruan may be the chief of studies but she was well-versed with internal fights within the imperial harem. She was very familiar with all sorts of torture.
Shui Anluo shivered at the thought of this.
“Whatever… Whatever it is, I’m going to be staying here for a while. You aren’t allowed to tell Chu Ningyi,” Shui Anluo replied, toying with crossing the line.
An Fengyang stared at her as if he was looking at an idiot. He looked at Wen Xin. “You go get some rest, don’t let this idiot corrupt our daughter.”
Wen Xin stared at him critically then got up. “Luoluo, I’m going to get some rest first. Pick out the pleasantries in whatever your brother says and listen to those. Of course, nothing good ever comes out of that rotten mouth of his.”
“Wife, how can you say that about your cool and handsome husband?” An Fengyang tried to sell his cuteness wit his evildoer mug.
Shui Anluo made a nauseated face. She held her son and watched as Wen Xin got up to leave.
An Fengyang sent Wen Xin inside then returned to the sofa. He reached out and took the little darling. The little darling squealed, refusing to let his uncle, who was his part-time third uncle, hold him. He kicked his little legs in defiance and turned around to stare pitifully at his mommy.
“Hey, this smelly kid is still kicking me.”
Shui Anluo quickly took the little darling back. She looked at An Fengyang and scoffed, “My son isn’t smelly!”
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“There’s nothing special to it. When two people live together, one will have to cook while the other cleans. The food that your brother cooks is really unappetizing.” Wen Xin chuckled. It was clear to see that she had been poisoned by An Fengyang’s cooking before.
Shui Anluo stared at Wen Xin with envy. In the past, An Fengyang had been so arrogant. He always thought that he knew that better than anyone else. Now, as she watched the man who has completely forgotten about himself and was scrubbing dishes and singing in the kitchen, she realized that this was all because of the woman in front of her.
“Luoluo, what happened between you and Director Chu?” Wen Xin asked, concerned.
Shui Anluo shook her head and replied softly, “I can leave if I’m disturbing you.”
“No, Luoluo, that’s not what I meant. If you don’t feel like talking about it, it’s alright,” Wen Xin quickly remarked.
“You naughty girl, my wife’s a timid person, don’t scare her.” An Fengyang stepped out and smacked Shui Anluo over the head. He then sat down next to Wen Xin. “Luoluo is only teasing you, she’s not that conscientious. Badgering me has always been her lifelong mission.”
Shui Anluo gritted her teeth and stared angrily at him.
“Tell us, what petty thing are you two involved in now?” An Fengyang held his wife and settled on the sofa as he watched Shui Anluo who was sitting on the other side with the baby in her arms. She really could not detect any brotherly love from his end.
“Yuan Jiayi is back so I left.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that speck of future prospect. She only just got back. She hasn’t done anything yet and you’ve already run off like sheep, running away with your tail between your legs. Oh no, you’ve also brought along a little doll as well.”
Shui Anluo grabbed a bolster with one hand and threw it at him. “What do you mean ‘running away with my tail between my legs’? I’ve clearly left in a dignified way.” Shui Anluo smirked. She even managed to play a trick on Chu Ningyi before leaving. At the time, he had most likely expected her to automatically surrender but he probably never expected her to leave with her mother.
“Heh, dignified to the point that you’re now homeless?” An Fengyang sneered. He picked the bolster up and used it to cushion his wife’s back.
“I…” Shui Anluo wanted to retaliate. She had intended to return to her own home but she remembered that Qiao Yaruan was staying there. Plus, if Qiao Yaruan found out that she had used her, she would definitely punish her horribly — either by torturing her fingers or twisting her ears. Qiao Yaruan may be the chief of studies but she was well-versed with internal fights within the imperial harem. She was very familiar with all sorts of torture.
Shui Anluo shivered at the thought of this.
“Whatever… Whatever it is, I’m going to be staying here for a while. You aren’t allowed to tell Chu Ningyi,” Shui Anluo replied, toying with crossing the line.
An Fengyang stared at her as if he was looking at an idiot. He looked at Wen Xin. “You go get some rest, don’t let this idiot corrupt our daughter.”
Wen Xin stared at him critically then got up. “Luoluo, I’m going to get some rest first. Pick out the pleasantries in whatever your brother says and listen to those. Of course, nothing good ever comes out of that rotten mouth of his.”
“Wife, how can you say that about your cool and handsome husband?” An Fengyang tried to sell his cuteness wit his evildoer mug.
Shui Anluo made a nauseated face. She held her son and watched as Wen Xin got up to leave.
An Fengyang sent Wen Xin inside then returned to the sofa. He reached out and took the little darling. The little darling squealed, refusing to let his uncle, who was his part-time third uncle, hold him. He kicked his little legs in defiance and turned around to stare pitifully at his mommy.
“Hey, this smelly kid is still kicking me.”
Shui Anluo quickly took the little darling back. She looked at An Fengyang and scoffed, “My son isn’t smelly!”
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