Night falls.
Fang Anning lies on the sofa, staring at the pitch-black ceiling, sighing.
She thought that He Tingchen's acceptance of her would be met with some different treatment.
Not to mention letting her sleep in the bed, at least, they could get her a bigger sofa.
But, nothing has changed.
She is still curled up on the small sofa, not daring to turn over for fear of falling off. If she stretches her legs, her feet would stick out.
"Go to sleep."
Just as Fang Anning was sighing, she suddenly heard He Tingchen's scolding voice. Startled, she immediately closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
The next day, Fang Anning got up, and He Tingchen was, as usual, already up.
After washing up and going downstairs, she saw a man sitting there.
His back was turned to her, she didn't look closely, and subconsciously thought it was still Liao Hanfeng.
So she walked over and patted his shoulder from behind, saying, "You really are persistent, here again."
"Do you have a problem with that?" The man turned his head and asked coldly, looking at her.
Fang Anning immediately retracted her hand in fright, her eyes darting around as she pursed her lips and explained, "Sorry, I didn't know it was you."
It was not Liao Hanfeng, but He Tingchen.
How unusual, he actually came downstairs to eat?
"It seems that you and Liao Hanfeng are quite close, to the point of slapping each other's shoulders," He Tingchen said coldly.
Fang Anning quickly raised her hands and explained, "No, you've got it wrong. He's always trying to frame me, to have you kill me, how could I be on good terms with him? You're just mistaken."
"Eat your breakfast," He Tingchen ordered coldly.
Fang Anning hurriedly sat down and began eating breakfast with her chopsticks.
However, she saw the same old three items in front of him.
So, she picked up a steamed bun and shakily offered it towards him, smiling awkwardly, "Actually, this is pretty good."
With a "snap", He Tingchen's chopsticks struck hers, the steamed bun nearly landing on his plate.
Unfortunately, it was a casualty, rolling across the table.
Fang Anning pouted and withdrew her chopsticks, eating her own meal.
After breakfast, He Tingchen told her to go upstairs, change clothes, and go out with him.
Fang Anning looked down at her own sportswear, seeing nothing wrong.
Still, if he wanted her to change, she would comply—no need to upset him over such a trifle.
However, when she came back downstairs, she was still in sportswear, just a different color.
Seeing this, He Tingchen frowned with a speechless expression, discontentedly asking, "Is this the only outfit you have?"
"No, not at all. You asked me to change, and I have. The previous set was white, this set is pink. If you don't like it, I can go up and change again; there's still a black set."
He Tingchen closed his eyes and said coldly, "Delay the departure."
After speaking, he went upstairs.
Fang Anning frowned, baffled. What was wrong with him?
But half an hour later, she understood.
A variety of outfits suddenly filled the entire hall.
There were casual styles, and elegant socialite styles, but no sportswear to be found.
He Tingchen had not only had nearly a hundred designer outfits delivered, but he also called in a styling team to do her makeup.
"No need, I'll do it myself," Fang Anning snorted with a chuckle.
So he actually disliked the clothes she wore, thinking they were too ugly and embarrassing to take out.
He could have just said so, and then she would have upgraded her attire a bit, and maybe put on some makeup.
Quickly, she picked out a white long dress from the designer selections and changed into it. Taking the makeup, she applied a simple and elegant nude makeup to herself.
To match the dress and makeup, she let down her hair and curled the ends with a curling iron.
Her slightly curled long hair, a demure makeup look, and a white gown. In less than twenty minutes, she transformed from a casual, sporty tomboy into an elegantly ethereal beauty.
Mrs. Chen couldn't help but exclaim with admiration, "Wife, you truly are beautiful!"
"Thank you for the compliment. I'm going upstairs to find my husband. These, you can have them sent back," Fang Anning said.
"There's no need to send them back, keep them all. These are all gifts from Sir to the wife, keep them whether you like them or not," Mrs. Chen said.
Fang Anning: "..."
All those designer clothes must be worth quite a bit; He Tingchen's generosity knew no bounds.
Nevertheless, she didn't refuse and left Mrs. Chen to deal with them.
She ran up the stairs, knocking on the door to the study.
"Come in."
Fang Anning pushed the door open, lifted her skirt slightly, and twirled before He Tingchen, smiling and asking, "Does this look okay?"
He Tingchen looked at her with deep-set eyes, a glimmer flashing through them.
But still, he kept a straight face, and after a long while, he nodded and said, "It's passable, I guess."
Fang Anning secretly stuck out her tongue, not fooled by his act; she saw the flicker of light that passed through his eyes just now.
Clearly, he was satisfied. Is it going to kill him to say something nice?
"Can we set out now?" Fang Anning asked.
He Tingchen nodded, stood up, and led her downstairs.
Finally able to go out, Fang Anning was overjoyed. As they drove, she couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"
"You'll know when we get there," the man said coldly.
Fang Anning pouted and could only prop up her chin, looking at the scenery outside the window.
"Get out."
After roughly two hours, the car stopped. Fang Anning was almost asleep when He Tingchen's command to get out startled her awake.
She immediately opened her eyes and followed the man out of the car.
However, it wasn't until she stepped out that she saw where they had come to.
"Why have we come to a cemetery?" Fang Anning asked in surprise.
He Tingchen couldn't possibly be asking her to pick out a gravesite for herself, to deal with her on the spot, could he?
"Follow me up," He Tingchen said.
"I won't," Fang Anning firmly refused.
He Tingchen looked at her coldly, his gaze as sharp as a sword.
Fang Anning felt uneasy under his stare and couldn't help but pout, "Didn't you say you'd accepted me? Why have you brought me to a cemetery? You're going back on your word."
"I brought you to the cemetery, not to bury you here. What are you afraid of?" the man chastised.
Fang Anning breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest and saying, "So you're not going to bury me here! That's good, you scared me to death."
Scared as a mouse.
The man glanced at her disdainfully and snorted coldly, heading up the hill first.
Fang Anning stuck out her tongue awkwardly and hurriedly followed, lifting her skirt.
After a while, she was panting from exhaustion.
Indeed, he hadn't let her wear sneakers or sportswear, making her think he was taking her to meet someone special.
So, she deliberately dressed up, put on the gown, and wore a pair of heels.
Had she known they were coming to a cemetery, her previous outfit couldn't have been more appropriate.
However, she dared not complain, enduring the pain and following closely behind He Tingchen uphill.
Finally, He Tingchen stopped in front of a tombstone that obviously looked different from the others.
She went over and took a look; indeed, it bore the inscription "To our loving father, He Yanjun."