Shen Qingqing smiled faintly, "I understand."
She sent the child back to his room and took out her phone to call Fu Jingshu.
After a long ring, he finally answered.
His voice was cold, "Hello."
Shen Qingqing didn't mind, knowing he was still angry, and decided to placate him first. "When are you coming home?"
"Later."
Besides the man's deep voice, there was the sound of paper rustling on the other end of the line.
Shen Qingqing guessed, "Are you looking at documents?"
"Mmm."
Shen Qingqing thought about Xixi's suggestion and said, "Then it's settled, you have to be home by 6 PM. Don't even think about saying you have to work overtime, I won't believe you!"
She didn't give Fu Jingshu a chance to refuse and hung up the phone.
Fu Jingshu stared at his phone for a long time, then threw it onto the table and rubbed his throbbing temples. Someone knocked on the door, and he took a deep breath.
"Come in."
Lin Mo pushed the door open and cautiously entered, "Master Fu, this is what the subordinates asked me to bring up for your signature."
Fu Jingshu nodded slightly, "Put it down."
His voice was excessively cold, and Lin Mo dared not stay any longer. He quickly put it down and turned to flee.
Time ticked by slowly as they waited.
Shen Qingqing, however, was very busy. As it approached 6 o'clock, she turned off all the lights in the villa, leaving only the dim candlelight in the living room.
A car stopped at the entrance of the villa.
The car door opened, and Fu Jingshu stepped out, walking straight into the villa without glancing around. He looked at the dark second floor and frowned slightly.
Did the power go out?
Without overthinking, he pushed the door open and went inside.
The living room was also dark, with only a faint red glow coming from the dining area. He walked over and saw two red candles placed on the dining table.
Many exquisite dishes were laid out on the table, along with two glasses of red wine and a bouquet of roses.
The lights suddenly came on, first a dim white, then slowly changing from red to purple, and from purple to blue. The entire living room looked very dreamlike. Fu Jingshu, with his cold face, seemed out of place in this atmosphere.
Just then, Shen Qingqing descended from the second floor.
She was still holding a tray in her hand, on which sat a heart-shaped cake.
The cake was adorned with plenty of fruit, and the cream was piled into flower shapes. The white cream and the colorful fruit looked very harmonious.
It made one's mouth water and feel like eating it.
Shen Qingqing placed the cake on the table and turned to look at Fu Jingshu, "You're back."
Fu Jingshu's cold expression couldn't be maintained when he saw the carefully prepared items on the table. He walked over without a word, pulled out a chair, and just as he was about to sit down, he saw the woman in front of him take off her shawl.
She was wearing a purple evening gown that outlined her sexy and alluring figure, her long curly hair neatly cascading down her back. In the light, her shoulders were almost luminous.
Fu Jingshu's eyes deepened.
Shen Qingqing knew he wasn't unmoved. She sat down opposite him, her makeup exquisite, making her look charming and alluring.
"Jingshu, how long has it been since we had a candlelit dinner?"
"A long time."
Fu Jingshu clearly remembered that after Xixi's incident, they went abroad and then returned. Every time they went out, they were not in the mood for candlelit dinners. Even when they ate alone, they mostly talked about how to save Chenchen.
Rarely finding themselves alone today, Fu Jingshu's icy demeanor softened.
Shen Qingqing poured a glass of red wine, raised it, and said, "I toast you, Jingshu. Let's have a good drink."
Fu Jingshu, being cooperative, also raised his glass.
"Jingshu, thank you."
In the dim light, Shen Qingqing beamed a bright smile and raised her wine glass, "You've had a tough time lately, I know."
Fu Jingshu's heart was touched. He hadn't realized his expression was becoming increasingly gentle.
They both raised their glasses and drank them dry.
As they looked up to meet each other's eyes again, there was an added air of ambiguous tenderness.
Shen Qingqing picked up a knife and fork and walked over to Fu Jingshu, speaking with a hint of tipsiness, "This is the cake I made myself, try it."
Fu Jingshu stood up, took the knife and fork, and cut into the cake.
Shen Qingqing leaned against the table, watching him.
The man's face was incredibly handsome, with smooth lines, as if carved by a master sculptor. His profile was sharp, with a touch of indifference, and his brows held a hint of coldness. He was truly a masterpiece.
Shen Qingqing suddenly raised her hand and placed it over his.
"Jingshu, I'm sorry."
Fu Jingshu's expression was impassive, but his gaze fell upon the delicate white hand covering his.
Shen Qingqing cut a piece of cake and brought it to his lips, "Here, try it."
Fu Jingshu remained motionless for a long moment before finally speaking and eating the piece of cake. The cake was sweet but not cloying, and the fruit on top was fresh and refreshing.
His mood improved with the cake.
Shen Qingqing's eyes sparkled as she looked at him, "Does it taste good?"
"Mmm."
He answered honestly.
Shen Qingqing smiled, her smile charming and beautiful. Fu Jingshu's gaze lingered for a moment.
Then he saw the woman in front of him walk in a circle, come behind him, wrap her arms around his waist, and rest her small face against his back.
"Jingshu, I want to explain something to you, can you listen?"
"...Mmm."
Fu Jingshu had intended to refuse, but then he looked down at the cake on the table, and at the small hands around his waist. These slender, white hands held him tightly, as if afraid he would run away if they let go.
This intense possessiveness made him feel very pleased.
Shen Qingqing's voice slowly began, "I didn't tell you Chenchen was sick because I was worried you would be too tired. There's a lot going on with the company recently, and I didn't want you to be so exhausted..."
Fu Jingshu remained silent.
Her hands tightened, and she said softly, "It's not that I don't trust you. You are my husband, who else would I trust if not you?"
Fu Jingshu shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, the hands around his waist lifted, and a finger covered his lips.
"I know, I know what you're thinking. You've always been good to me, but I want to be good to you too, Jingshu. I don't want you to be too tired. You are my pillar of support, you don't need to do anything, just be there, and my heart will be at peace."
Fu Jingshu couldn't hide his surprise.
The woman had never spoken so directly before. This was the first time.
Shen Qingqing turned him around, lifting her fair face to look at him, "Jingshu, you are my confidence."
This sentence was more effective than a thousand words.
At this moment, Fu Jingshu didn't want to use any words to describe his heart; they would all be superfluous. He only knew that at this very moment, his heart was filled with immense happiness, a joy he had never experienced in all his years of living.
He cupped the back of the woman's head and kissed her.