Chapter 74 Does Xie Qingcen also feel inferior?

Xie Qingcen moved his shoulders slightly, and his delicate eyebrows slowly relaxed, "I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't disturb you."

Ruan Liuzheng pursed his lips, his cold eyes fell on his slightly stiff shoulders, his eyebrows moved slightly, "Is your shoulder okay? Do you need..."

His voice was light with a sense of guilt, and even his eyes drooped slightly unconsciously.

Xie Qingcen smiled, shook his head and said, "It's okay. It's almost eleven o'clock. I asked Qi Chong to send some ingredients over. What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"Stir-fried lotus pond, blanched choy sum, and a steamed egg with egg and tofu, is that okay?"

Xie Qingcen's dark eyes looked at Ruan Liuzheng quietly, his thin lips slightly opened, and he listed a series of dish names in a clear tone.

His eyes were inquiring.

Ruan Liuzheng was slightly stunned.

She glanced sideways at the sky outside, her delicate brows furrowing unconsciously. "Isn't that too much trouble? You should be working this afternoon, right?"

"I can fix lunch myself,"

Xie Qingcen frowned. He opened the car door and got out first, standing in front of it. "It's not a big deal. And with your cooking skills, how are you going to fix it? Instant noodles?"

He raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes half-smiling as he gazed at Ruan Liuzheng, a hint of teasing playing at the corners of his thin lips.

Ruan Liuzheng frowned slightly at this, looking away slightly uncomfortably. "Let's go up. Don't we still have to make lunch? We'll be running out of time soon."

Xie Qingcen smiled faintly, turned away a little, and gave Ruan Liuzheng some space to get out of the car.

He nodded happily. "Okay, let's go home first."

At the word "home," Ruan Liuzheng paused. She looked up, her eyes deep in Xie Qingcen's, her lips pursed lightly.

A hint of disapproval flashed across her beautiful eyebrows.

Although they were about to get divorced, Xie Qingcen was being too blatant.

But Ruan Liuzheng didn't say anything, because she knew that even if she said it, Xie Qingcen wouldn't listen.

He always did what he wanted, especially when it came to possessiveness.

Besides, she didn't feel any discomfort about it, which meant that she also vaguely agreed with the word in her heart, so she might as well go along with Xie Qingcen's wishes.

It also went along with her own wishes...

Ten minutes later, Ruan Liuzheng stood in her apartment, looking at the two large bags of vegetables on the coffee table, her beautiful eyebrows unconsciously frowned.

She turned her head to look at Xie Qingcen, "It's just lunch, why buy so many ingredients?"

"Prepare for a rainy day! And don't underestimate my cooking skills."

Xie Qingcen rolled up his sleeves slowly and walked towards the two large bags of ingredients, his clear voice faintly containing a smile.

Ruan Liuzheng pursed her lips and followed Xie Qingcen. With her cool eyes, she watched Xie Qingcen unpack the ingredients from the bag one by one, filling the kitchen counter.

Seeing this, Ruan Liuzheng couldn't help but frown. She glanced at her watch, then at Xie Qingcen. "No need to cook. Let's have hot pot for lunch."

"It's convenient and saves time."

Xie Qingcen turned his head, his eyes deep, and pursed his lips slightly. "Are you worried about the time, or do you not trust my cooking?"

"What's the difference?"

Ruan Liuzheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, a look of slight confusion on her face. "And why do you think I don't trust your cooking? After being fed by you for so many days, you should have that confidence."

"Xie Qingcen, when did you start to doubt yourself?"

She paused, her beautiful eyes tinged with a hint of amusement, her tone tinged with a hint of playfulness.

She looked at Xie Qingcen with a half-smile, a faint curve on her pale pink lips.

Xie Qingcen's eyes paused, his hands still moving. His thin lips parted, his calm voice tinged with a seductive magnetism.

"No self-doubt, just a subconscious feeling of inferiority in front of the one I love."

Ruan Liuzheng was slightly startled, the playful amusement slowly fading from her brows, her heart trembling unconsciously.

After a long pause, she lowered her brows, hiding the emotion in her eyes, and said, "I just have something to discuss with you later, and I don't want to waste too much time on it. You're a good cook, at least in my opinion."

Xie Qingcen's eyebrows flickered slightly, and at Ruan Liuzheng's affirmative agreement, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, a faint glint flickering in his dark eyes.

He parted his lips slightly, his voice cheerful, "I'm glad you didn't run away today, but you still can't have hot pot."

"You had a fever last night, so hot pot isn't for you today. Just wait in the living room. Don't worry, I've reserved the entire day for you."

Ruan Liuzheng's eyes fluttered, but instead of leaving as Xie Qingcen had suggested, she stepped into the kitchen.

Like Xie Qingcen, she rolled up her sleeves, her delicate features calm and indifferent. "In that case, let me help you."

"I'm not a great cook, but I can handle small tasks like washing vegetables."

Ruan Liuzheng took the vegetables from Xie Qingcen without hesitation, turned to the sink, turned on the faucet, and began to work slowly.

Her brows lowered, her expression serious and meticulous.

Xie Qingcen stood there, silently observing Ruan Liuzheng for a moment, then turned and silently began to prepare the ingredients.

The two of them each had their own division of labor, and although they didn't interact much, the atmosphere was strangely harmonious.

It felt like a real homely atmosphere.

...

Even further away, at the Fu family's residence,

Fu Yanci received a call from the old mansion almost as soon as he left the Ritz-Carlton.

The morning's events had been so turbulent that they had even alarmed Old Master Fu, who had long since retired to the background.

Fu Yanci wasn't surprised. He first sent his family home and then immediately drove back to the old mansion.

Along the way, he never stopped talking on the phone. Calls came one after another, either from the company or from his childhood friends.

From this, you can guess how lively the headlines of Yuncheng's hot searches were today.

Just when the phone rang again, Fu Yanci turned off the phone with an impatient look and slammed it on the armrest box next to him.

A hint of fierceness appeared in his cold eyebrows.

His current embarrassment was all due to Ruan Liuzheng.

He will not forget the humiliation at this moment. Even if Ruan Liuzheng really signed the agreement as he wished in the future, he will not forgive her easily.

He must teach Ruan Liuzheng a lesson.

Fu Yanci raised his eyes coldly, his dark eyes full of coldness.

He parked the car steadily in front of the old house, got out of the car neatly, and strode into the old house.

He was imposing and radiated an indifference that kept strangers away.

Every move revealed his displeasure at the moment.

Seeing this, the servants in the old house stopped their actions in fear and did not dare to get close to Fu Yanci at all.

Fu Yanci ignored them and walked straight into the living room, where Old Master Fu had clearly been waiting for him.

When he entered, Old Master Fu sat upright on the sofa, his face, marked by the marks of time, a serious expression.

Seeing this, Fu Yanci paused in his steps. He walked over and respectfully called out, "Grandpa."

Old Master Fu glanced at Fu Yanci with a faint gaze, his tone icy, "You still remember me as your grandfather? You've disgraced the Fu family."

He picked up the documents beside him and threw Fu Yanci down fiercely.

Anger welled up in his cloudy yet shrewd eyes.

It was clear that Fu Yanci's recent behavior had deeply infuriated him, and his disappointment in the man he had personally designated as his heir was undisguised.

He had never imagined that his most promising grandson, the heir he had placed his highest hopes on, would fall at the hands of a woman.

A powerless orphan at that!

How could he not be angry and disappointed?

Fu Yanci's palms tightened. He raised his hand to catch the document thrown by Old Man Fu, his thin lips tightly pursed.

He lowered his eyes, his voice calm and confident, "I'll take care of it. Grandpa, please trust me again, please give me another chance."

Old Man Fu snorted disdainfully, his cloudy but shrewd eyes glancing coldly at Fu Yanci, "Trust you? Watch you ruin the future of the Fu family?"

"Yanci, don't forget that your last name is Fu, and that Fu blood flows in your veins. You've put yourself in such a predicament for a mere woman. You're not even worth a finger of your father's."

Old Man Fu snapped, his aged face filled with undisguised contempt.

Fu Yanci's father, Fu Tingyue, was Old Man Fu's lifelong pride. Not only was he a master of scheming and tactics, he also made excellent use of his appearance.

He attracted those women, even hooking up with the daughter of the aristocratic Xie family—this was arguably Fu Tingyue's and the Fu family's greatest achievement.

You have to know, in Yuncheng, the Xie family wasn't something anyone could easily connect with.

Even though Xie Qingshu was later expelled from the Xie family, her surname was still Xie, and even that name brought them numerous advantages. She

even saved the Fu family from bankruptcy with a confidential bid and led them to even greater heights.

Old Master Fu still feels immense pride and pride when he thinks of that event.

That was the Xie family! So many people couldn't even connect with them, yet they became related to his family. And they even

lost miserably to his family in that crucial bidding war.

While the means weren't entirely shady, sometimes the outcome is more important than the process,

especially in the eyes of businessmen.

So now, seeing Fu Yanci's miserable state, dragged down by a relationship and defeated by a woman,

Old Master Fu truly feels... a sense of disappointment!

If Fu Tingyue were still alive, he would definitely not be as emotional as Fu Yanci, and would definitely not be manipulated by two women.

The Fu family would not be what it is now.

It was all because of that accident that he lost a perfect heir like Fu Tingyue, and had to hand over the position of heir to Fu Yanci.

But even though he is Fu Tingyue's biological son, compared to Fu Tingyue, Fu Yanci is still...