Chapter 9: Fu Jinzhuo Compliments Her: “Really Easy to Take Care of”

She seemed to be waking up.

The girl furrowed her brows slightly, and her forehead rubbed against the pillow.

Fu Jinzhuo took a step back, straightened up.

"Dinner's ready, let's go down."

Ning Heng rubbed her eyes.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Fu Jinzhuo's gaze deepened, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

He turned his back and went downstairs first, ahead of her.

By the time Ning Heng reached the downstairs, the table was already full of dishes set by the servants. Fu Jinzhuo pulled out a chair for her to sit.

"Try it," he said.

Ning Heng picked up her chopsticks and casually tasted a few bites. "The taste is not bad."

Fu Jinzhuo glanced at her, then raised his hand to gently wipe the oil stain at the corner of her lips with his slender finger.

His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes held a faint smile. "Really easy to take care of."

The delicate and soft tone wrapped around her heart.

Ning Heng turned her face away, lowering her gaze.

Fu Jinzhuo didn't say anything. Then, the two of them began their dinner.

The dining table was quiet.

Ning Heng was deep in thought.

Should she really marry this man she barely knew, whom she had only met twice?

So far, aside from his name, she knew nothing about him.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Jinzhuo asked when he noticed her absent-mindedness.

"…Nothing."

The man suddenly spoke, "Little Ah Heng."

Before she could be surprised by the affectionate nickname, she responded instinctively, "Hmm?"

"Tomorrow, would you like to meet my family?"

Ning Heng fiddled with her palms and replied, "Hmm."

After finishing dinner, Ning Heng went upstairs.

Fu Jinzhuo went to the study as usual.

Ning Heng sat on the large bed in the bedroom, feeling uneasy.

This room was the master bedroom.

There were two pillows on the bed.

What about Fu Jinzhuo…?

She remained tense and didn't dare lie down to sleep. About two hours later, footsteps could be heard from outside the door, and someone gently pushed the door open.

Ning Heng's alertness immediately went up.

Fu Jinzhuo seemed to have not expected that, at this hour, she would be sitting alone by the bed.

A pair of large, distinct eyes blinked at him without moving.

Quiet and obedient.

Like a… fluffy little animal.

He slowly walked to her side, bent down slightly, and placed his hands on both sides of her body, smiling gently. "Not sleeping yet? Are you waiting for me?"

Ning Heng's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She lowered her head, tightened her jaw, and pushed her hands back, leaning her body backward.

"No, it's not…"

"Then what is it?"

At this close distance, the unfamiliar yet refreshing male scent made her cheeks burn, and she stumbled over her words. "I… I…"

After a long pause, the man let out a low, hoarse laugh.

"Go to sleep."

He chuckled softly, "I'll sleep in the room next door."

His deep eyes lingered on her for a moment before he turned and left.

Just as he reached the door, he heard the little one inside let out a sigh.

Fu Jinzhuo's gaze darkened slightly…

The next morning.

Ning Heng woke up early, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then a knock sounded at the door.

"Miss Ning, the sir asked me to tell you that there are clothes in the wardrobe. Pick one."

"Got it."

Ning Heng opened the wardrobe and indeed saw it filled with clothes.

All the sizes were S, fitting her perfectly.

She picked up a tag and was stunned.

These were all the latest seasonal items from high-end luxury brands.

He actually…

Bought her an entire wardrobe just like that?

Who exactly… is he?

With no clothes to wear, she picked one and changed into it, then went downstairs and sat at the dining table.

Fu Jinzhuo glanced at her.

She was wearing a pale pink dress today, her waist slender.

Pure and gentle, bright and alluring.

He had only glanced at this dress before and thought she would look beautiful in it.

His judgment was correct.

"This dress suits you very well."

"…Thank you."

After breakfast, the chief secretary, Yuan Qing, drove the car to the villa's gate.

Ning Heng followed Fu Jinzhuo into the car.

On the car.

She had just opened her phone.

Her phone was full of missed calls from her father, mother, and Shen Mubai.

She only replied to Su Yan, telling her to not worry.

"How did you sleep last night?" The man suddenly spoke.

"Okay."

"If anything's uncomfortable, just tell me directly."

"…Hmm."

The car drove steadily, the city beneath them glimmering with a flowing light, constantly moving in the cold light.

Until a mysterious villa disappeared into the lush, picturesque mountains and waters. Fu Jinzhuo got out of the car, "We've arrived."

Ning Heng followed him out.

Inside the door.

Madam Diana was already dressed and looked both excited and nervous. She kept checking her appearance and anxiously asked the attendant beside her, Wen Yue, "How do I look in this outfit? Can I wear this to meet my daughter-in-law?"

Wen Yue smiled, "You look great! Whatever you wear, you'll look good!"

Madam Diana angrily retorted, "It's all this brat's fault! He told me about such a big thing only now. Caught me off guard! I didn't even prepare a gift for my daughter-in-law!"

"You have the right intentions, that's enough."

Madam Diana became gloomy again, "I wonder which girl, blind as she is, would fall for our Jinzhuo. I hope she doesn't change her mind later…"

Wen Yue: "…"

Nearby, the butler, An Rong, who was nearly 40 years old, watched this scene, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Footsteps could be heard outside.

Madam Diana's eyes lit up, and she immediately walked up, "Come in quickly."

When Ning Heng saw Madam Diana, her expression froze.

Her mother, Xue Zhitang, was a well-known beauty in the upper class.

But this lady in front of her, wearing a celadon-colored qipao, was just as elegant and poised, and in terms of beauty, she wasn't any less than Xue Zhitang.

Fu Jinzhuo was about to approach when he saw his mother eagerly pulling the young girl's hand and entering the living room.

"…"

Fu Jinzhuo had no choice but to follow them.

Madam Diana pulled Ning Heng to the sofa, instructing the servant, "Bring the Pu'er tea that's been brewed."

After a pause, she glanced at Ning Heng again, her gaze mixed with complexity, "Forget it… Let's bring some snacks instead."

The servant nodded.

Madam Diana looked at Ning Heng with warmth, "Good girl, what would you like to eat? I'll have someone make it."

Ning Heng felt a little reserved, "Anything's fine."

Madam Diana gave Fu Jinzhuo a look, silently gesturing for him to stand up and go to the side with her.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Fu Jinzhuo asked.

Madam Diana glanced at the young girl and lowered her voice to ask, "Is… this your wife?"

"Mm." Fu Jinzhuo smiled with his deep eyes, "Are you satisfied?"

"She's so young?" Madam Diana looked at her son with a strange look, "You're thirty, and she's not even twenty? You're marrying a wife, not adopting a daughter. Don't you have any shame?"

Fu Jinzhuo: "…"

"Mom." Fu Jinzhuo corrected her, "She's twenty-two."

"Twenty-two?" Madam Diana was shocked. "You have the nerve to say that? You're thirty! Do you even deserve her? A 22-year-old girl, and you, an old man, have your eyes on her."

Fu Jinzhuo: "…"

Is there a mother like this?

Ning Heng, gripping her sleeve, glanced cautiously toward the two of them, unsure of what was happening.

Madam Diana noticed her gaze and pulled her son back to the sofa.

"I was just asking Jinzhuo about a few things." Madam Diana smiled at Ning Heng, "But I haven't asked you yet, where are you from? What's your name?"

Ning Heng lowered her head, "I… I'm from the capital. My name is Ning Heng, you can call me Ah Heng."

Madam Diana suddenly frowned, chewing on the familiar name, "Ning Heng?"

Ning Heng nervously twisted her sleeve, wondering if Madam Diana would hold any grudge against the Ning and Shen families' wedding that everyone knew about.

Madam Diana suddenly turned to her son and gave him a meaningful look. She pulled him to a more secluded spot, lowered her voice, and asked, "Oh, I see! I thought you really wooed a proper wife, but turns out you snatched her halfway! You even took her from Shen Mubai, the top nobleman in the capital! My son is bold, huh? Does the Senate know that you're snatching a girl from a prominent family?"