Chapter 11

Ji Nuan thought for a moment and said, “Not even for you?”

Fu Jinghan replied firmly, “Especially not for me. I’d feel guilty. I’d feel heartbroken.”

“Then let’s both promise to take care of ourselves and not hurt ourselves again!”

From sitting and chatting to hugging while chatting, and finally lying down together chatting—they eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The Next Morning

Sunlight streamed into a corner of the room through the window.

Ji Nuan was woken by the sound of the alarm. She stretched, then quickly reached out to turn it off.

It was already 6:30. Fu Jinghan was still fast asleep. She got out of bed carefully, trying not to wake him, and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Aunt Zhang was already busy.

Seeing Ji Nuan up so early, Aunt Zhang asked in surprise, “Young Madam, are you hungry? Breakfast will be ready soon.”

Ji Nuan smiled and shook her head. “Aunt Zhang, I want to learn how to cook. I want to make breakfast for Fu Jinghan.”

Aunt Zhang’s eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Young Madam actually wanted to learn to cook for the Young Master. This time, the Young Master truly has found happiness.

But she still looked a little worried and said, “Young Madam, cooking isn’t easy. If you get hurt, how could I explain that to the Young Master?”

“Oh come on, Aunt Zhang, I’ll just start by learning—I won’t actually touch anything yet, okay?”

Seeing Aunt Zhang hesitate, Ji Nuan had no choice but to promise she’d only observe and not do anything hands-on. Only then was she allowed to stay in the kitchen.

Ji Nuan was immersed in learning to cook in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Fu Jinghan woke up in the bedroom. He reached out to the side and found it empty.

In an instant, his drowsiness vanished.

Where was Ji Nuan? A sense of panic surged through him. He quickly got out of bed and searched the room, but she was nowhere to be found.

Bathroom? No. Closet? No. Dressing room? Also no.

Fu Jinghan’s face darkened—had Ji Nuan run away again!?

He rushed downstairs in a hurry, but each step felt heavy, like his legs were weighed down with lead.

He was hurt. He was angry. He decided that this time, he had to do something—he couldn’t let Ji Nuan just walk away again.

With a cold and dangerous air around him, Fu Jinghan stormed downstairs, heading straight for the door.

Hearing the noise from the kitchen, Ji Nuan panicked. She quickly put down the egg in her hand and ran out.

“Fu Jinghan! Where are you going?” Her voice was filled with urgency.

Fu Jinghan froze when he heard her voice. He turned around and saw Ji Nuan standing there in an apron.

She hadn’t run.

The stone in his heart finally dropped. A flash of embarrassment crossed his face. “Why are you up so early?”

Aunt Zhang, hearing the commotion, also came out of the kitchen carrying breakfast. She said cheerfully, “Good morning, Young Master. Young Madam got up early and said she wanted to learn how to cook.”

“Young Madam?” Fu Jinghan was momentarily stunned. He looked at Ji Nuan, disbelief in his eyes.

Ji Nuan blushed slightly, walked over, wrapped her arms around his waist, and said playfully, “What? That’s what we are, right? Don’t you like hearing it?”

Of course he liked it. Back when they got their marriage certificate, he had already told the staff to change how they addressed her. But she didn’t want that. She insisted they call her ‘Miss Ji.’

She hadn’t accepted her role as Mrs. Fu back then. But now, she was accepting it of her own accord.

“No, I like it. Call you Young Madam it is.”

“I heard Mrs. Fu is learning to cook?” Fu Jinghan teased softly as he held Ji Nuan in his arms.

Being called “Mrs. Fu” made Ji Nuan blush hard. Why did that sound so flirty?!

With a red face, she pulled Fu Jinghan to the table and sat him down. Then she said seriously, “Your stomach’s not doing well, right? I want to learn to cook so I can take care of it myself.”

“And also…” Ji Nuan lowered her head shyly and muttered, “People say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“But, Nuan Nuan,” Fu Jinghan looked at her tenderly, “my heart has always been with you.”

“You don’t need to win it. You don’t need to change. Just being you is enough.”

At the dining table, their eyes met, and the air between them was sweet and warm.

Ding~

A sudden ringtone shattered the romantic moment.

Ji Nuan frowned, a bit annoyed, and picked up the phone—it was an unfamiliar number. She hung up, but the ringtone started again.

Irritated, she answered it. A familiar voice came through the receiver.

“Sis, it’s me.”

“What is it? Calling so early—can’t you stop being annoying?” Ji Nuan was clearly irritated. They were in the middle of a sweet breakfast!

On the other end, Ji Xinxin didn’t get angry. She lowered her voice and asked, “Sis, is this a good time to talk?”

Hearing that tone, Ji Nuan immediately knew she was up to no good.

Glancing at Fu Jinghan—who was pretending to scroll on his phone but clearly paying attention—Ji Nuan calmly turned on speaker mode.

Eliminate all chances for misunderstanding.

“You’ve already interrupted my breakfast, so just spit it out. I’ve got food waiting.”

“Let’s go shopping this afternoon? We haven’t hung out in so long.”

“Fine. Send me the location.”

Ji Xinxin was surprised by how quickly Ji Nuan agreed. That just confirmed to her that the incident at the Four Seasons Garden the other day was probably just her imagination.

Still, to be sure, she had to meet with Ji Nuan and “talk.”

After hanging up, Ji Nuan noticed Fu Jinghan’s face had turned cold. She immediately leaned closer to him.

Her tone instantly softened. “I’m not meeting her for that reason. Fu Jinghan, do you trust me?”

Honestly, when he first heard Ji Xinxin’s voice, Fu Jinghan almost hurled the phone across the room.

Because in the past, if Ji Xinxin was calling, it never meant anything good.

And Ji Nuan would always sneak off to answer it—either plotting to steal intel or run away.

But this time, Ji Nuan had turned on speakerphone. She wasn’t hiding anything.

Plus, over the past few days, she had kicked Ji Xinxin out, shown she cared about him, wanted to cook for him, and more. Fu Jinghan felt… he should believe her.

Looking at Ji Nuan leaning on him, he said gently, “Mm. If you want to go, go.”

“But, Nuan Nuan… you really don’t like Wei Yang anymore?”

He was afraid her shopping trip was just a cover. She’d used that excuse plenty of times before to go meet Wei Yang.

And after all, Ji Nuan once tried to take her own life for that man.

Asking that question took everything he had. He feared her answer, but he had to hear it to feel at peace.

“Fu Jinghan, I only love you.” Ji Nuan looked at him with utmost seriousness.

“That Wei Yang is just garbage.”