Upon hearing the noise outside the door, Fu Xingyun turned his head and glanced at the door.
"Handle it as I instructed at the company," he said on the phone. Then he hung up and maneuvered his wheelchair towards the door.
Outside, seeing no response, Lin Qiong, with the noble spirit of never giving up like an Olympian, raised his hand and continued to persistently knock on the door.
As Lin Qiong's fist followed through in the intended direction, the door unexpectedly swung open.
Lin Qiong: !
Startled, Lin Qiong quickly retracted his hand and patted his chest in relief. It was a close call, as his fist narrowly missed hitting Fu Xingyun's face.
Fu Xingyun raised his gaze and asked, "What's the matter?"
Lin Qiong put on a professional smile and replied, "It's time for dinner."
Fu Xingyun glanced at his wristwatch and realized that it was still some time before his usual meal delivery arrived. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Takeout?"
Lin Qiong felt a bit embarrassed and said, "I made it myself."
"A disaster feast?" Fu Xingyun joked.
Lin Qiong formed a heart shape with his hands in front of his chest and said, "A heartfelt dinner."
Silence filled the air for a moment.
The other party's overly attentive behavior made Fu Xingyun fall into deep thought.
However, Lin Qiong didn't think much about it. "I was busy with the wedding today and didn't have time to eat. I saw some ingredients in the fridge, so I made something."
After hearing this, the man expressed his surprise, "You can cook?"
Lin Qiong blinked and replied, "Yes."
Fu Xingyun's eyes dimmed slightly. He had already ordered an investigation on Lin Qiong before their marriage, and the report showed that Lin Qiong was a lazy person who had no knowledge of cooking.
Fu Xingyun turned his wheelchair and said resolutely, "I'm not eating." He turned away, displaying the rebelliousness of a typical teenager.
Lin Qiong hurriedly stopped him. "Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry," he replied.
Gulu-
...
Lin Qiong thought he was just being polite and blushed, saying, "You don't have to be so polite with me."
Fu Xingyun: ...
Lin Qiong pushed him towards the elevator, and Fu Xingyun had no choice but to raise his hand and scan his fingerprint. Once inside the elevator, Lin Qiong considerately pushed Fu Xingyun into a corner.
Lin Qiong suddenly says, "In case of an accident, even if I run away, you won't get hurt. Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but when a disaster comes, each flies their own way."
Fu Xingyun: "..."
Lin Qiong seemed to realize something and quickly said, "Of course, it was just a hypothesis earlier. If there were a real accident, I would never leave you behind."
Fu Xingyun glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Two minutes later...
"Why isn't the elevator moving?" Thinking about the fingerprint requirement to operate the elevator earlier, Lin Qiong tilted his head and looked at Fu Xingyun. "Do we need a password?"
Fu Xingyun remained silent for a moment and then said, "You didn't press the elevator button."
"..."
After exiting the elevator, Lin Qiong pushed Fu Xingyun to the restaurant. Looking at the three dishes and one soup on the table, Fu Xingyun's usually cold expression showed a hint of surprise.
The aroma of the food filled the air, still somewhat decent.
Since Lin Qiong planned to take Fu Xingyun's money and run away in the future, he felt responsible for taking care of him now. Lin Qiong diligently secured Fu Xingyun's wheelchair and then turned to the kitchen to serve the meal.
Thunk
A bowl of rice was placed in front of him, piled like a small mountain.
Fu Xingyun: ...
Lin Qiong held his own portion of food, feeling content, and sat across from Fu Xingyun. Calculating the days, it had been four months since he had last eaten a full meal. He then picked up his chopsticks and began to eat with gusto.
Lin Qiong ate his meal silently, but he liked to stuff the food into his mouth and hoard it.
Fu Xingyun watched Lin Qiong, who exuded happiness from eating. He only started eating after confirming that, with a few chopsticks full of rice, the food wasn't poisoned.
When Lin Qiong picked up a piece of fish and put it in Fu Xingyun's bowl, his eyes sparkled with curiosity as he asked, "How is it?"
Fu Xingyun tasted it and found the meat to be delicious, without any fishy taste. Surprisingly, it tasted quite good.
Fu Xingyun replied, "It's okay."
Lin Qiong smiled in response and then picked up another bite for him, saying, "Eat a little more."
Fu Xingyun looked at him, unsure whether it was meant for his own good or if he was being scolded.
Lin Qiong chuckled shyly and said, "It's brain food."
Fu Xingyun remained silent, not knowing if it was meant to be helpful or a slight against him.
After dinner, Lin Qiong stood up to clean the dishes. The three dishes and one soup were finished completely by the two of them, but most of it was eaten by Fu Xingyun.
Seeing Lin Qiong's busy figure, he spoke up, "You already knew how to cook before?"
Lin Qiong turned to look at him and replied, "Yes, I learned when I was young."
Lin Qiong grew up in an orphanage, where children without parents had to learn everything by themselves, both the good and the bad. There was no one to guide them, and whether they went astray or not depended on themselves.
The reason Lin Qiong learned to cook was that the food prepared by the cafeteria auntie was too unpalatable.
After hearing that, Fu Xingyun didn't ask any more questions. He left a remark, "There's a dishwasher in the kitchen," and turned around to take the elevator back to the third floor.
By the time Lin Qiong turned around, he had already disappeared.
Lin Qiong didn't expect him to be considerate in his own way.
After returning to the third floor, Fu Xingyun pushed his wheelchair to the study and took out his phone to make a call.
"Mr. Fu."
"You don't need to come to deliver meals today." Fu Xingyun remained silent for a moment before continuing, "And you don't need to come anymore in the future."
There was clearly some surprise on the other end of the phone, but not much was said. The person simply asked, "Does Mr. Fu need me to send someone to take care of you?"
Fu Xingyun didn't immediately provide an answer upon hearing that. It would depend on how long Lin Qiong could keep up the act.
"Not for now," Fu Xingyun replied. "But go and investigate Lin Qiong's background in more detail."
"Alright, Mr. Fu."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Xingyun looked out at the dark night and fell into deep thought.
Since the major fire six months ago, Fu Xingyun has become wary of everyone around him. He started with a complete overhaul, from loyal subordinates to the household staff. Now, the reason why he doesn't have any servants at home is simply because he's afraid someone might have ulterior motives and plant spies.
As for Lin Qiong... he would find a suitable excuse to get rid of him sooner or later.
Fu Xingyun's knuckles tapped on the cold wheelchair. His eyes, as black as ink, revealed no hints of his thoughts.
After a while, the door was knocked on once again.
"What is it?"
Lin Qiong's voice came from outside the door. "Is there any vacant room in the house? I don't know where to sleep tonight."
Although they were now married and supposed to sleep together, Lin Qiong knew that Fu Xingyun had a negative impression of him. He didn't want to enter the other person's room recklessly.
He felt that he would enter the room vertically and exit horizontally.
Fu Xingyun replied, "There is one at the end of the hall."
Lin Qiong nodded in understanding and politely responded, "Got it."
Afterward, he happily went to find the room.
Lin Qiong walked into the room with his small bag, which the driver had brought in for him, claiming it was his luggage. He took out some fresh clothes from the bag and headed to the bathroom. To his surprise, he discovered a jacuzzi.
Lin Qiong filled it with hot water and soaked himself in it, enjoying the bubbling sensation. As the warm water enveloped him, he couldn't help but think of the phrase "boiling a frog in warm water,"
No, that wasn't right. He was someone with friends now.
It was like simmering a little bird in warm water.
Lin Qiong finished bathing and changed into his pajamas before lying down on the bed. He let out a contented sigh. Having spent so long sleeping on the streets, it took some time for him to get used to sleeping in a proper bed again.
Lin Qiong grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly, rolling around on the bed.
Click— A sound came from near the door, causing Lin Qiong to look up. In the next moment, his gaze met a pair of ink-black eyes.
Lin Qiong: !!!
At that moment, the young man lying on the bed was wrapped in a white blanket, with only his fluffy head sticking out. Due to having just taken a bath, his eyes were slightly foggy.
Fu Xingyun looked at the cat-like figure on the bed, his expression icy cold as if it could freeze. "What are you doing?" he asked sharply.
Wait, did he enter the wrong room?
Lin Qiong quickly sat up on the bed.
Then he forced himself to appear calm and said, "Have you ever heard of the story of Huang Xiang?"
Fu Xingyun crossed his arms and looked at him.
Lin Qiong stiffly swallowed his saliva and then shyly lowered his head. "In ancient times, there was Huang Xiang warming his father's bed, and now there is Lin Qiong warming his husband's bed."
Fu Xingyun: ...
Before Fu Xingyun could react, Lin Qiong hurriedly slipped out of the room, leaving with a polite, "Good night" before closing the door.
After coming out, Lin Qiong finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had been cautious about everything, only to realize that he had entered the wrong room.
It's okay, a embarrassment passes by quickly.
He then drooped his fluffy head and entered the adjacent room.
The next morning, Lin Qiong woke up from the bed, his disheveled black hair resting on the pillow. He felt his body light and floating, as if he were sleeping on a cloud.
He ascended to heaven... And after a moment of realization, Lin Qiong remembered that he had transmigrated into a book yesterday. He slowly sat up from the bed and then uncovered the sheets.
Suddenly, a surge of tingling sensation, like an electric shock, shot through his legs.
Thud!
Lin Qiong fell to the ground, feeling a painful sensation in his buttocks. It jolted him awake completely. Lin Qiong miserably crawled up from the floor and glanced at the neighboring room's door, unsure if Fu Xingyun was awake or not. Then he checked the time, realizing it was only 6 o'clock in the morning.
The biological clock from his past life had been brought here, forcing the lazy Lin Qiong to wake up early.
Yesterday, he had used up most of the ingredients in the refrigerator while cooking dinner. Lin Qiong got dressed and planned to go out and see if there was a morning market selling vegetables.
Lin Qiong grabbed the trash from the kitchen on his way. He walked to the garbage disposal area and immediately noticed a well-dressed elderly scavenger rummaging through the trash bins.
"..."
Lin Qiong looked at the elderly man, covered in luxury brands, and fell into contemplation.
Is rummaging through trash bins some kind of popular hobby?
The elderly man seemed to realize something and suddenly turned his head, catching both of them off guard as their eyes met. The man looked at him with a defensive expression and said, "I pick through these trash bins every day."
Lin Qiong replied, "No, I didn't mean that."
The elderly man continued, "My compensation is twenty thousand yuan."
Lin Qiong: ... Well played.
Lin Qiong finished disposing of the trash and strolled around the area. However, in this affluent residential area, there were only large supermarkets and no morning market. Lin Qiong clenched his wallet and walked inside, pushing a shopping cart into the fruits and vegetables section.
The vegetables here were packaged in plastic containers, sold in individual portions. Lin Qiong picked up a box of greens. Suddenly, it seemed like something caught his eye. He looked down and saw the price tag: 80 yuan for one box.
"..."
When Lin Qiong walked out with his purchases, half an hour had already passed. He bought quite a lot of items, almost enough ingredients for the next week. The amount he spent could cover a month's salary from his previous life.
He couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly and think, "I'm really becoming less like myself. I'm starting to resemble a wealthy person."