President Fu Is Great at Pretending, and the Frail Young Master Has No Way to Deal With Him

“Honey, do you have any ingredients at home? Can I make something for you to eat?”

After receiving a negative answer, Fu Yanhe left the room, made a phone call, and asked the driver to order from a private restaurant for delivery. The sooner, the better. Of course, the taste had to be guaranteed, and he couldn’t order a bunch of food that was unpalatable.

Gu Wenning hadn’t eaten, and neither had Fu Yanhe, though he had settled his lunch in the company canteen. However, he hadn’t had dinner either, so both of them were hungry.

After searching around the kitchen refrigerator, Fu Yanhe found only half a bag of stale toast and a few cartons of milk, but nothing else.

After heating the milk in the microwave, Fu Yanhe carried the items into the bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, he noticed Gu Wenning resting on the bedside with his hand covering his stomach, his eyebrows furrowed, clearly uncomfortable.

Fu Yanhe quickened his pace, taking long strides to the head of the bed in just a couple of steps.

“Are you too hungry and have an upset stomach? I’ve heated up the milk. Wife, please take a couple of sips first, and you’ll be able to eat later.”

Fu Yanhe said, handing the milk to Gu Wenning.

As the fragrant, warm milk entered his stomach, Gu Wenning immediately felt better. The rebellion in his stomach calmed down.

“Thank you, Mr. Fu.”

Gu Wenning looked at Fu Yanhe, his eyes softening a little, exuding some kindness. His tone was not as cold as usual.

He was not an ignorant person. For those who helped him, he would not only greet them with a smile but also try to please them; he wouldn’t deliberately show a cold face to others.

Fu Yanhe stared at the person in front of him without blinking. The young man’s thick black eyelashes cast faint shadows under his eyelids. When they trembled slightly, they resembled butterflies flapping their wings. His black and white eyes held a thin mist, possibly from holding back pain, and his complexion was no better than the white long sleeves he wore. Fu Yanhe’s heart ached at the sight.

“Honey, please rest for a while. I’ll go see if the food is on its way.”

Fu Yanhe suddenly stood up and left the bedroom.

Gu Wenning felt a bit confused.

Deep down, he thought Fu Yanhe would stay in the bedroom because, from their previous interactions, Fu Yanhe had always tried to find ways to spend more time with him, even sitting very close in the car.

But Fu Yanhe didn’t.

The reason for his departure made sense, yet it still left Gu Wenning with a feeling that something was not quite right.

However, he was too exhausted to think about it.

After Fu Yanhe left the bedroom, he didn’t go anywhere. He stood in the living room, as motionless as a frozen sculpture.

He closed his eyes, and visions of the empress sitting in his arms with haggard faces flashed before him. In the next moment, his wife fell in front of him with a blank expression. No matter the situation, these memories were far from pleasant, making him feel breathless. His heart ached, and his eyes felt a little moist.

It was precisely because of this that Fu Yanhe avoided Gu Wenning in a hurry and with embarrassment. He also wanted to save face. No matter how shameless he was, it was impossible for him to cry in front of his wife.

Another point was that Fu Yanhe knew his tears could only add distress to others. Once, he had failed to meet expectations and shed a few tears in front of the empress, asking her to coax him despite her frail state. He understood that his wife might not have the patience to comfort him, especially since he had not yet fallen in love with him. It wouldn’t be good; it could not affect his image in his heart. He was a good husband—how could he cry?

When a knock on the door sounded, Fu Yanhe pushed back his messy thoughts. When he opened his eyes again, they had regained their firmness.

The medicine of this era had become much better than in his previous life, developing to a level he could never have imagined. As long as he was willing, he was certain he could cure his wife. Even if he couldn’t completely heal him, he would not let him suffer as he had before.

Moreover, his wife was still very young, with unlimited possibilities for the future. It would be too early to draw conclusions and entertain bad thoughts; that time was far from now.

After placing the food on the coffee table in the living room and making a soft, comfortable spot on the sofa, Fu Yanhe went into the bedroom and gently took Gu Wenning out.

Gu Wenning had only drunk milk and rested a little on the bed, still a bit hungry. Now that his stomach was no longer uncomfortable, he had regained some appetite.

The driver was a smart man who knew there was a patient present, so he ordered dishes that were light, refreshing, and easy to digest. There wasn’t even a hint of spiciness in the food.

Looking around, Gu Wenning found that the dishes all appeared bland. He lowered his eyes in disappointment, picking up the stir-fried cabbage closest to him and eating it slowly.

“There are no spicy dishes. Wife, you aren’t feeling well, so please avoid spicy food for now. You can eat spicy dishes tomorrow.”

Gu Wenning raised his eyebrows in surprise and glanced sideways at Fu Yanhe.

Did it really show that much? He wondered.

Unbeknownst to him, Fu Yanhe’s eyes had never left him. He observed meticulously, and with the memories of his previous life, he understood Gu Wenning’s thoughts through even the slightest changes in his expression. The momentary loss on Gu Wenning’s face had quickly returned to normal.

Then Gu Wenning muttered under his breath, “There are no spicy dishes.”

Fu Yanhe had very good hearing and caught the words clearly. The corners of his lips curved into a smile.

His wife, feeling aggrieved and expressing dissatisfaction, was so cute—so cute that he wanted to kiss him.

He wouldn’t tell Gu Wenning that he had done it on purpose, specifically instructing the driver not to order any spicy dishes. Even if his wife wanted spicy food, he wouldn’t be able to have it. It appeared as if he were asking for his wife’s opinion, but in fact, he had no choice in the matter.

He was really clever, Fu Yanhe thought to himself. If he had a tail, it would probably be wagging up to the sky.

But on the surface, Fu Yanhe didn’t show it, diligently picking up food for Gu Wenning.

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