My Aloof Husband Can't Stop His Devoted Affection-Chapter 539 - 018: That Painting

Because Lu Shishu’s resistance was too strong, Nan Jiayan knew that such things couldn’t make her let go all at once, so he didn’t want to force her, let alone make her embarrassed. Thus, when she was extremely angry, he chose to relent: "Okay, I’ll go, don’t be mad, just... not eating dinner is really bad for your stomach. You should eat a little, a vegetable salad or fruit salad would do. It contains vitamins and is low in calories."

But with her back facing him, Lu Shishu had no intention of paying him any attention. Nan Jiayan waited in place for roughly over ten seconds. Seeing that she remained unmoved, he said nothing more, smiled, and left her house with the little fellow in his arms, even helping her gently close the door on his way out.

After returning home, Nan Jiayan no longer had the mood to cook. Looking at those semi-finished products in the kitchen, he had no desire to tidy them up at all and simply sat on the living room sofa with the little fellow in his arms.

The broad palm gently stroked the fur on the little fellow’s back. Looking at the little guy’s big round eyes, he leaned over and muttered softly, "Buxia, tell me, what should Dad do to earn your mom’s forgiveness?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Meow~"

The little fellow seemed to understand, gently meowing a response, and rubbed its face against his palm a couple of times.

Watching her act spoiled, Nan Jiayan chuckled softly, yet his heart was heavy. It was he who had wronged her; she now resented him, and rightly so. But what could he do?

The next morning, the skies remained gloomy but it didn’t rain. As Lu Shishu stepped out the door, she unexpectedly crossed paths with Nan Jiayan, who was coming out from diagonally across, and they locked eyes in surprise. Nan Jiayan was the first to react, and greeted with a smile: "Morning, what a coincidence, where are you going?"

"None of your business." Lu Shishu shot him a cold glance, closed the door, and walked towards the elevator in her high heels.

Seeing this, Nan Jiayan naturally hurried after her, accompanying her as they waited for the elevator. His eyes caught her beautiful side profile as he asked with a smile, "Did you have breakfast?"

But Lu Shishu didn’t respond, showing no sign of wanting to acknowledge him.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"..."

"Are you heading to the studio later or somewhere else? Need a lift?"

"..."

"Are you free tonight? I want to..."

Before Nan Jiayan could finish speaking, the elevator arrived. As the doors slowly opened, Lu Shishu ignored his idle chatter, stepped inside, and walked straight in. It was rush hour, so there were other residents in the elevator, approximately five or six people, some of whom Lu Shishu often encountered and exchanged nods with.

Seeing this, Nan Jiayan fell silent, quickly entered, and stood beside Lu Shishu, his gaze filled with tenderness.

The two headed directly to the underground parking lot. Nan Jiayan continually followed behind her, watching as she walked to the red Porsche. He glanced at the black BMW parked opposite, and after seeing her drive off, he sighed silently before getting into his own car.

This kind of scenario repeated itself; Nan Jiayan seemed to have gauged Lu Shishu’s daily morning routine time and almost every morning they would have these ’chance encounters.’ But typically, Lu Shishu would treat him with indifference, which didn’t deter Nan Jiayan from merrily greeting her.

In the end, Lu Shishu got somewhat annoyed; on the fifth day, she deliberately left half an hour late, but was completely surprised to find Nan Jiayan waiting right at the door, casually smiling and greeting her, saying: "Morning, what a coincidence."

Lu Shishu just wanted to roll her eyes and call him crazy then, but she held it in, continuing to ignore him. The following day, she left over twenty minutes earlier and sure enough, didn’t encounter Nan Jiayan, that nutcase.

On that weekend, the weather was clear and lovely. Lu Shishu slept in all morning and ordered vegetarian takeout for a simple lunch. After oversleeping in the morning, she didn’t nap at noon, turned on the stereo in the living room cabinet to play some light music, got up to enter her studio, and as she was about to take out the canvas and palette, her gaze inadvertently landed on a painting of a couple holding hands under a sycamore tree. Her expression froze slightly.

It was a painting Nan Jiayan suddenly made almost four months into their relationship and gave to her on Valentine’s Day as a gift.