My Aloof Husband Can't Stop His Devoted Affection-Chapter 547 - 020: The belief that supported him for 7 years_3

After she calmed down again, Nan Jiayan leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then released her hand, got up and went to the bathroom to wring a hot towel to wipe the sweat on her forehead. After a few trips back and forth, he took her hand again, holding it tightly in his palm, not daring to relax even a bit.

But even with all this busyness, he didn’t feel tired or troubled, and even found a sense of satisfaction. He thought, as long as she was by his side, he could endure no matter how hard or tiring the task.

It was also this belief that had sustained him through the past seven years.

In the end, however, the harm he caused her was something he could never fully compensate for in this lifetime, and moreover, his guilt and attempts at reconciliation were things she neither wanted nor cared to accept.

In the latter half of the night, he was wide awake, his entire mind focused on taking care of Lu Shishu, and he didn’t dare to sleep again, afraid she might have another nightmare like before.

It wasn’t until daybreak when Nan Jiayan saw Lu Shishu’s tightly furrowed brows finally relax that he felt drowsiness set in and dozed off, leaning against the bedside.

Close to nine in the morning, Buxia jumped onto the bed and started meowing, then lay beside Nan Jiayan’s arm, staring at him intently.

Woken up by it, Nan Jiayan was the first to open his eyes slowly, seeing that Lu Shishu hadn’t woken up yet. He hurriedly gestured for Buxia to be quiet, then glanced at the jade-like hand he held tightly in his palm, smiling slightly as he placed her hand back under the blanket, tucked her in, picked up Buxia, and stroked its fur in his arms.

"Your mom’s not awake yet, no noisy meowing to wake her. Come on, let’s go, Dad will get you some cat food and fish snacks." Saying so, he carried Buxia out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him.

After settling the breakfast for Biuqiu and Buxia, Nan Jiayan returned to the room, took a look at Lu Shishu on the bed, and instinctively yawned before turning to the bathroom to wash up.

Since returning yesterday, he hadn’t showered because he had been taking care of Lu Shishu the whole time. Now, as it was nearing nine, despite not having slept well last night, a shower would make him feel more awake and comfortable.

When he finished his shower and changed his clothes coming out of the bathroom, Lu Shishu moved slightly on the bed, causing Nan Jiayan to halt his steps abruptly, his heart inexplicably rising to his throat as he intently watched her beautiful silhouette.

But Lu Shishu, due to the drinking, was too drowsy and had a splitting headache, completely unwilling to get up. So after a little movement, she turned over and hugged the blanket, continuing to sleep, without noticing anything unfamiliar about the bed she was sleeping on. Instead, she felt a fond attachment to the faint mint scent on the blanket, a scent particularly familiar and nostalgic to her. Because she was intoxicated, she didn’t reject or resist it, even wholeheartedly accepting it as if she were dreaming.

Seeing her turn over to continue sleeping, Nan Jiayan finally let out a sigh of relief, but still deliberately lightened his footsteps to avoid waking her. After leaving the room, he headed straight to the kitchen to prepare hangover remedies and breakfast for Lu Shishu.

"Meow~"

While rummaging through the fridge for ingredients, Buxia jumped onto the counter, poking its little head out and watching him with a puzzled expression.

But Nan Jiayan just glanced at it without saying a word, directly grabbing the ingredients and starting to prepare them.

"Meow~"

Buxia, seeing that he ignored it, came closer again, but Nan Jiayan eventually took it to the living room, pointing at it with a warning, "Stay here and play with Biuqiu after you finish eating, don’t cause trouble, or else you’ll be punished with no fish snacks."

Upon hearing this, Buxia drooped its ears in grievance, appearing very unhappy.

"Biuqiu, haven’t you managed to cheer up Buxia yet?" Nan Jiayan looked at Biuqiu lying on the cat tree, seemingly in a teasing tone.

But Biuqiu turned its face away, completely ignoring his words, maintaining a aloof demeanor, not wanting to engage at all.

After settling the little ones, Nan Jiayan returned to the kitchen to continue preparing the ingredients and such.

During these seven years, he had been abroad, and whenever he missed Chinese cuisine, he would buy groceries himself and cook for himself and his mother. As time went by, his culinary skills had become increasingly refined.