Chapter 34 : Getting bolder

The strawberry mousse cake was placed on the table.

Mu Qianqian touched the cake’s base tray and remarked, “Hmm, why is the six-inch cake so big? How are the two of us supposed to finish it?”

It turned out she had bought a six-inch cake.

However, Assistant Wang only noticed the style of the cake and didn’t check the size, so he ended up buying the largest eight-inch cake, which was significantly bigger than the six-inch one.

Fu Sichan said coldly, “If you can’t finish it, give the rest to Liu Yi. She has children at home.”

Mu Qianqian agreed, “That’s a good idea. Mr. you have such a kind heart.”

The cake was cut into small pieces, so it wouldn’t get messy if taken back for the children.

Hearing her praise him again, Fu Sichan didn’t know how to respond.

If she knew about his ruthless reputation in the industry, she would probably be very surprised.

“Let’s cut the cake.”

Fu Sichan cut a piece for Mu Qianqian first, making sure to include the most strawberries in her small plate.

Mu Qianqian took a bite and found that the sweet, creamy mousse melted in her mouth, complemented by the tangy-sweet strawberries. Her whole mouth was filled with the delightful taste.

“This cake is so delicious!”

Fu Sichan, who didn’t like sweet foods, took a bite and frowned immediately.

Too sweet, excessively sweet.

He had to drink two big gulps of water to get rid of the cloying taste in his throat.

Mu Qianqian loved everything strawberry-flavored, and this mousse cake was a perfect delight for her.

Moreover, she had only been able to watch her brothers eat cake while she never got any herself.

This time, such a big cake was for just her and Mr.

The psychological satisfaction made her feel that this cake was her most precious treasure.

“Mr. do you like it?”

Fu Sichan found the smell of the cream alone to be overwhelmingly sweet.

However, he didn’t want to dampen Mu Qianqian’s enthusiasm and simply restrained himself, saying, “It’s okay.”

“I’ll get you another piece.”

Mu Qianqian was as excited as a child, picking up the plastic knife used for cutting the cake and clumsily cutting another piece.

Fu Sichan took an empty plate and put the small piece of cake on it.

Mu Qianqian couldn’t see, but his forehead was creased so much it seemed like it could trap a fly.

“Mr. hurry up and eat. I’m almost done with this piece.”

Mu Qianqian eagerly urged him.

She liked to share what she thought was delicious with people she cared about.

Fu Sichan forced himself to eat both pieces of cake.

When Mu Qianqian offered to cut another piece for him, Fu Sichan quickly grasped her wrist, saying, “That’s enough, I can’t eat anymore.”

“Okay. Mr. you always say I have a small appetite, but yours isn’t much bigger.”

Fu Sichan, suppressing the discomfort in his throat, made a casual excuse, “I’m not very hungry today.”

“Oh.”

“You keep eating. I have some things to take care of.”

“Alright.”

Fu Sichan got up, left the living room, and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower to cover the sound and then, holding the toilet bowl, began to vomit violently.

If he had just eaten a few small pieces, it might have been manageable, but he had eaten two large pieces in one go.

The cloying sweetness was stuck in his throat, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Mu Qianqian couldn’t finish the eight-inch cake by herself. She ate only a small portion and packed the rest to take to Liu Yi.

After rinsing his mouth and brushing his teeth, Fu Sichan finally managed to wash away the overly sweet taste, leaving a refreshing hint of mint in his mouth, which felt much better than before.

However, he still felt a bit uncomfortable in his stomach and didn’t eat much for dinner.

That evening, Fu Sichan was working in the master bedroom.

Suddenly, the door was knocked on, and Mu Qianqian’s soft voice came through, “Mr. are you asleep?”

“No, is there something you need?”

Mu Qianqian’s voice was a bit nervous, “I came to bring you something.”

Bring something?

What could it be?

Fu Sichan took a deep breath, “The door isn’t locked, come in.”

Mu Qianqian carefully pushed open the door and walked in with a bowl of soup.

“What’s this?”

Mu Qianqian explained, “Mr. you didn’t eat much tonight, and I was worried you’d be hungry. So, I asked Liu Yi to make you a nourishing soup to stimulate your appetite and help with your health.”

A glimmer of light crossed Fu Sichan’s eyes, “Just put it on the table.”

“Okay.”

Mu Qianqian placed the bowl of soup on the table.

As she withdrew her hand, Fu Sichan noticed that her fingers were slightly red.

Fu Sichan’s expression immediately became serious, “Did you burn yourself?”

“No,” Mu Qianqian quickly tried to hide her hand behind her back.

Fu Sichan’s face showed displeasure, and his tone turned firm, “Let me see it.”

“It’s really nothing.”

The man, with his stronger grip, took her wrist and pulled it in front of him.

Mu Qianqian initially tried to resist, but her strength was no match for his. She couldn’t compete with him.

Under the light, Fu Sichan saw that her delicate fingers were red, likely from being burned by the hot soup.

Fortunately, it wasn’t severe.

Fu Sichan’s face remained stern as he admonished, “Next time something like this happens, just come to me for help. Don’t carry hot soup around by yourself, what if you accidentally drop it and get hurt?”

His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying the weight of authority.

Mu Qianqian was intimidated by his aura and lowered her head, “I, I understand.”

Fu Sichan tightened his grip on her wrist, “If I see you carrying hot soup again, don’t blame me for getting angry. Got it?”

“I’ll remember,” Mu Qianqian mumbled, nodding.

Fu Sichan looked down, “Why aren’t you lifting your head? You look like a little quail.”

Mu Qianqian was too embarrassed to admit that she was scared of him.

She nervously clutched the hem of her clothes and mustered up the courage to say, “Sichan, if you keep having such a bad temper, you won’t find a wife.”

It was the first time Mu Qianqian had called him by his first name.

Fu Sichan was momentarily taken aback, a hint of amusement in his eyes, “Who says I won’t find a wife? Aren’t you my wife?”

Mu Qianqian’s cheeks puffed up like a little pufferfish, “Hmph, if you’re so mean, I won’t be your wife anymore.”

Fu Sichan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint appearing, his voice chilling, “If you’re not going to be my wife, who are you going to be?”

“Definitely not you!”

After saying this, Mu Qianqian turned to run.

Fu Sichan instinctively grabbed her wrist, and with the momentum, she was pulled into his embrace, crashing into his solid chest.

“Ah!” Mu Qianqian let out a startled cry.

The masculine scent enveloped her, and her face turned bright red, her heart racing rapidly.

The scent on Mr. was very pleasant, with a crisp cedar aroma mixed with the rich depth of sandalwood.

Fu Sichan looked down at the shy, timid girl in his arms. His gaze grew darker, and his breathing became heavier.

However… now was not the time.

At the very least, he needed to wait until her eyesight recovered.

Fu Sichan’s lips curled into a faint smile, his tone carrying a hint of affection and indulgence he wasn’t fully aware of, “You are getting bolder and bolder.”