Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Chapter 421 - Seeing That You Have An Appetite, Go Find Gu Yan And Check His Pulse

Ye Luo had been taking care of President Ba in the days following his return.

Since his trip to the capital, President Ba had become much more mischievous.

He got into as much trouble as he made around Sheng Garden.

Ye Luo had caught President Ba on several occasions. He tried locking him up but every time he did, President Ba would act as if he were about to die. The pitiful appearance he wore was too painful to ignore and so Ye Luo would always free him a short while after.

Shi Yan reached out to stop him and asked curiously, ”Whatʼs wrong with President Ba?”

Ye Luo replied, ”It took something of mine.”

Shi Yan thought that President Ba had been up to mischief in the kitchen again but apparently not. It looked like President Ba was simply snacking on a piece of paper. ”Itʼs just a piece of paper.”

Ye Luo ignored Shi Yan and continued to chase President Ba.

Shi Yan turned to look at Ye Luo who was hot on his heels after President Ba. What was so important about that piece of paper?

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Two hours later...

Qin Shu walked out of the cloakroom wearing a loose orange dress of Korean design. It had a white doll collar that lent her a refreshingly youthful look.

She looked even younger now in the dress she wore.

Though the skirt of her dress reached her knees, it was neither too long nor too short. It was perfectly proportioned to showcase her long, slender legs.

Fu Tingyu followed closely behind. He wore a well-tailored suit that complimented his suave figure. It was a rich velvety black that flowed like silk. It was a classic look that had not changed for thousands of years. It enhanced his noble bearing.

Holding her hand in his, Fu Tingyu led Qin Shu to the dining room. He walked slowly, matching her short strides with one of his own.

It was almost time for lunch and the chef had already prepared the dishes.

Shi Yan and Ning Meng waited in the living room.

Hearing the rhythmic patter of footsteps, they looked towards the stairs and were caught flat-footed when they discovered a lovely couple walking down the burnished steps.

Ning Meng spoke under his breath, asking, ”When did the young madam return? Why didnʼt anyone tell us?”

”I didnʼt know she had returned either.” Shi Yan muttered wistfully as he watched the fourth young master lead his wife to the ground floor. It dawned on him then what the fourth young master had been doing earlier.

Anyone in the young masterʼs position would have felt anger for having been disturbed.

Qin Shu followed the man dutifully to the dining table.

A full course was laid out on the table. All of them were dishes Qin Shu enjoyed. Despite her absence, Fu Tingyu continued to have the chef prepare his meals according to her tastes.

He pulled out her chair and tucked her in before seating himself opposite her.

Hunger had been gnawing at her from the moment she woke. Tortured by the long wait, Qin Shu was so hungry that she could eat a horse. Her hunger only worsened when she realized that the dishes the chef had prepared were all her favourites.

Picking up her chopsticks, Qin Shu dug into the feast with ravenous abandon. She skewered her favourite pork tenderloins, marinated in sweet and sour sauce, between her chopsticks and took a bite. Its crispy skin paired well with the slightly tangy sauce and brought out an intense burst of flavours. Perhaps it was her hunger, but she felt that the pork tasted more delicious than usual.

Unlike his wife, Fu Tingyu was in no hurry to eat. Instead, he watched Qin Shu devour piece after piece of the succulent pork tenderloins, relishing in her delight. She was a feast for his eyes and her joy was reflected in the mirth dancing in them.

Qin Shuʼs enthusiastic display managed to whet his own appetite and soon he was chewing on a few vegetables he had plucked from a dish.

He did not enjoy eating alone. Meals were supposed to be enjoyed in the company of friends and family. With Qin Shu in the capital, he had been eating alone and the solitude weighed heavily on his shoulders.

He ate to live. He did not live to eat. Eating was a chore, a mechanical motion meant to serve his bodily needs. It was not something he usually enjoyed.

Now, however, with the love of his life eating with him, the food in his mouth gradually gained texture, taste and a whole multitude of sensations that were otherwise denied to him.