Fu Shiyan sat up on the sofa.
He looked around in bewilderment, as if he had just realized that he had returned home and fallen asleep on the sofa.
Fu Shiyan turned his head to look.
He saw Shen Feiwan sitting at the dining table, on a phone call.
Sister Liu, upon seeing him awake, hurriedly said, "Sir, you're awake. Just in time for dinner. I wanted to wake you up earlier, but madam was afraid you would be disturbed."
Shen Feiwan was not worried about disturbing his rest.
She just didn't want to have dinner with him.
Regardless, he got up and walked toward the dinner table.
Shen Feiwan glanced at him.
She put down her bowl and chopsticks, continued with her phone conversation, and walked to one side.
Her rejection of him was evident.
Fu Shiyan's Adam's apple moved subtly.
He watched Shen Feiwan's retreating figure.
She was talking on the phone with one hand and supporting her waist with the other.
Every now and then, she'd rub it.
