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Fan Xing placed the food in his hands into the kitchen, and before leaving the living room, he took a deep breath to collect his emotions.

She walked to Wen Yiyan, raised her head and looked at him, "I just called you, why didn't you answer?"

Wen Yiyan looked at her: "I was bathing, I didn't hear anything."

Fan Xing's eyes lowered, and his tone seemed to be extremely casual: "What happened at the hospital last night? I was busy all night before I came back. "

Wen Yiyan's eyes flickered a little, pretending to be unintentionally avoiding her gaze: "Nothing, just a patient who just finished an operation, his wound is a little infected."

Fan Xing's chest ached a little, and he was still unwilling to be honest with her?

"How long will it take to treat a wound infection?"

The man coughed with his right hand under his nose and explained uncomfortably, "I slept in the hospital because I was worried she would get a second infection." He changed the subject.

A flash of sorrow appeared in Fan Xing's eyes and his face turned pale.

In her world that she thought was full of herself, she had always thought that although Wen Yiyan was bad at speaking, he would never lie. Since young, she had always believed whatever he said.

She actually felt a little unfamiliar with the man standing in front of her.

She didn't seem to understand him at all.

Wen Yiyan looked at her questioningly. "What's wrong?"

Fan Xing did his best to suppress the emotions in his heart, "Nothing, I just want to ask what you want to eat."

"Anything is fine."

Fan Xing hid his trembling hands behind his back and clenched them into fists, "Alright, then I'll go cook first."

The moment Fan Xing turned around, he bit on the corner of his lips and walked straight into the kitchen.

Wen Yiyan followed them in, took the dishes on the table and prepared to help.

"No need," Fan Xing said as he snatched the dish away, "You've worked hard the whole night, you should go and take a good rest first.

"I'll help you."

Wen Yiyan took the vegetables and opened the bag. He took out the vegetables from the bag and placed them on the dishwasher to wash.

Fan Xing looked at his determination in silence.

Since their marriage, he had been everything to her.

Sometimes she would wake up laughing when she dreamed of it.

As for her, she would always throw his face away because of some matters.

He … I do like it.

Fan Xing's heart was moved.

Perhaps, perhaps, the truth was not what she had thought.

Even if he did see that person last night, it would definitely be a farewell.

She was his legitimate wife.

She couldn't panic.

What she needed to do now was protect this marriage well, protect their precarious relationship.

Fan Xing suppressed all the restlessness in his heart, and said smilingly: "Then it'll be hard on you, husband."

The two of them worked together.

One of them washed the vegetables and the other cut the vegetables. After working busily for half an hour, they finally cooked a sumptuous dinner.

Fan Xing set up the tableware and scooped two bowls of rice, waiting for Wen Yiyan to carry the last dish out.

After the last dish was served, the two started eating. Fan Xing first picked up a piece of meat for Wen Yiyan with a smile like a flower.

Over and over she picked him up, laughing and sneering and making him happy.

Wen Yiyan looked at her in confusion, "Why are you so excited today?"

"Is there?" The woman tilted her head and blinked her eyes. After pondering for a while, she said, "Perhaps you were too good-looking today. You are deeply in my heart."

A smile appeared in the man's eyes. He leaned over and lowered his head to kiss her lips. "Eat."

Fan Xing's eyes flickered, the curve of her lips became even larger, "Mmm, mmm."

After finishing his meal and washing the tableware, Fan Xing went out to wash some fruits.

She sat next to Wen Yiyan and picked up a big round grape and offered it to him: "Hubby, this grape is very sweet, quickly try it."

Wen Yiyan felt that it was weird for this woman to be so passionate today, but he did not think much about it. After all, he was happy to see her do such a thing.

After eating the grapes, Fan Xing half-knelt on the sofa to massage his back. "I've worked hard today, I'll help you massage your shoulders."

She didn't understand what she was afraid of either.

She only thought, if she could obtain his favor, would she not be abandoned?

Being amused by her small action, the corner of Wen Yiyan's mouth couldn't help but rise. He suddenly thought of something, turned stiff halfway and stared into her eyes, the light constantly flickering.

After a few punches, Wen Yiyan pulled Fan Xing's hand down, allowing her to lean into his embrace.

The two of them huddled together to watch a variety show.

The two of them were watching with interest, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Wen Yiyan looked at the time, picked up the remote control and pressed on the TV to stop it.

He held the woman in his arms and said gently, "I think Daddy is here."

Fan Xing stood up in surprise. "We're here so soon, I'm going to open the door."

She happily turned around and wanted to open the door, but Wen Yiyan pulled her back helplessly. He reached out and gently helped her tidy up her clothes: "Let's go together."

Fan Xing smiled and nodded, "Alright."

The two of them went to open the door.

Fan Xian's father was dressed in casual attire, carrying two to three bags of belongings. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, "Hey, are they all here?"

Fan Xing hugged him with a smile. "Father."

Wen Yiyan took the thing in his hand with a smile: "Dad."

Father Fan laughed even more heartily as he patted his daughter's back and said, "Ai ai, be good."

Wen Yiyan pushed the door a little wider and stepped out of the way for Father Fan: "Enter the room."

After leading Fan Xian's father in, Fan Xing sat by the side and chatted with him, while Wen Yiyan went into the kitchen to prepare tea and a fruit plate.

"Little Star, how is your newlywed life going? Are you happy? "

Fan Xing was a little embarrassed: "It's pretty good, I just missed you a little."

Father Fan sneered. "Enough! Look at how happy you are. How can you still think of an old man like me?"

Fan Xing pouted and pretended to be unsatisfied: "Really, I missed you." He continued, "Also, my father is in his prime, where is he old?"

Father Fan laughed heartily. "Forget it, you're the only one with a blabbermouth."

His smile faded a little and he asked, "Tell Daddy honestly, how does he treat you?"

"He treats me very well," Fan Xing said as he took care of her.

Father Fan nodded with some understanding. "He is a calm and sensible child. I can tell that he is a good man who loves his wife. Unlike you, who is reckless all day long, he can act coquettishly and grind others."

Fan Xing ignored the strangeness in his heart, smilingly pouted, and admitted defeat: "Yes yes yes, everything you said is right, can't I change it?"

Father Fan snorted, "Change what? It's easy to change. It's hard to change one's nature, and one's nature is hard to change. There's no need to change it."

A warm feeling slowly flowed through the bottom of Fan Xing's heart.

Although her father's every word seemed to be about her, he was only gently telling her that she was fine now, that she didn't need to make any special changes.

The hearts and minds of all parents in the world are similarly exhausted and painstaking for the sake of their children.

After Wen Yiyan finished brewing the tea, he walked out and poured a cup for both Father Fan and Fan Xing. "Father, have a cup of tea."

Father Fan lightly rapped twice on the table. "Alright, alright. You can sit down with me."

"I'll take out the fruit dish as well."

Wen Yiyan turned around and walked back into the kitchen, took out the fruit plate that was already laid out, and placed it in the middle of the table, then sat beside Fan Xing.

Father Fan smelled the fragrance of the tea in the cup, blew out a breath and took a sip. He could not help but nod in praise. "Good tea."

He put down his teacup, looked at Wen Yiyan, and asked with a smile: "One word, are you used to newlyweds?"

Wen Yiyan's tone was as calm and serious as ever.

The new life was good, and so was she.