The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife-Chapter 485 - 488. Evidence, Tidying up aftermath
"Let’s leave it at that for now," Shen Qinglan said, momentarily unable to unravel the mystery, she had to put the issue aside, "Enxi, when you get a chance, help me check the nearby surveillance. If you can see the murderer’s face, hand the evidence over to the police. Even if it’s not any direct and useful evidence, bringing a bit of trouble to Catherine would still be beneficial." Shen Qinglan spoke indifferently. As long as there was the slightest clue linked to Catherine, then Daisy would not be kept in the dark.
"An, you mean to use Daisy’s hand..." Although Jin Enxi only spoke a few words, she quickly understood Shen Qinglan’s intention. That’s fine too since even if they could prove that Catherine was the one who eventually ordered the murder, they wouldn’t make a move on her for someone they had no relation with.
Shen Qinglan simply smiled without saying a word, and Jin Enxi asked Doug for a computer. She quickly checked the surveillance in that area, "An, this person is indeed a professional; he avoided all the cameras—no, not all, he missed one. However, this camera didn’t capture his face, just a shot of his back, which is of no use."
"Are you sure nothing was missed?" Shen Qinglan inquired.
Jin Enxi shook her head, "I’ve reviewed all the nearby surveillance, nothing was missed."
"Then forget about it." Such a vague image of someone’s back was practically useless.
What Shen Qinglan didn’t expect was that the police would still approach Catherine the next day. The reason was that Brody’s palm had a name written on it—that of Catherine. It was not so much written as engraved with something sharp, and by the handwriting, it seemed Brody did it himself with a sharp object while he was waiting.
The name wasn’t fully written, with the last few letters missing, but after investigating Brody’s close associates, the police naturally focused on Catherine.
When Shen Qinglan heard the news from Frank, she, too, was surprised—she hadn’t expected Brody to have made such a move.
Catherine was at home watching TV when the police arrived. She was newly married and was supposed to be on her honeymoon, but the marriage wasn’t voluntary, and there was no love between her and her husband. Naturally, she had no interest in a honeymoon and preferred to stay at home rather than go out. Her husband had followed her wishes and went to the company early that day.
"Madam, the police are here for you," the housekeeper said to Catherine, who was watching TV. Catherine didn’t even lift her head, "What do the police want with me? I haven’t done anything; tell them I’m not available."
The housekeeper’s face showed difficulty, "Madam, the police say they must see you. They say you’re implicated in a homicide case and need your cooperation for the investigation."
Upon hearing this, Catherine’s expression shifted slightly, but her face remained impassive, "A homicide has even less to do with me. Tell them to get lost. I’m not seeing them."
The housekeeper replied with a "yes" and went out, only to return shortly after, "Madam, the police said that if you insist on not meeting them, they will issue an arrest warrant."
Catherine’s expression darkened instantly, "If they have evidence, let them in to arrest me; if not, get them out of here. I have no obligation to cooperate with their investigation."
It was just then that Catherine’s husband, Marlowe Percy, returned. After hearing the housekeeper’s report, Marlowe looked coldly at Catherine, "What have you done?"
Catherine looked at him amusedly, "What could I have done? I am your wife, after all. What do you mean by questioning me with such a tone?"
Marlowe’s face was very cold, "Catherine, I warn you, if you’ve brought trouble to this family, I will not let you off the hook."
Catherine retorted coldly, "Not let me off? What are you going to do? Divorce me? Don’t forget, we’ve just got married." She was willing to bet that Marlowe didn’t dare divorce her now.
Marlowe looked coldly at Celine and then said to the housekeeper, "Please let the officers in."
"You..." Catherine wanted to burst out swearing, but she held her tongue upon seeing the police walking in, sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed, and not saying a word.
The police had already been waiting outside for a long time, knowing Catherine was unwilling to cooperate, but still they softened their tone and said, "Lady Percy, last night on Berlin Road, a homicide occurred, and the police have evidence that it’s related to you. We hope you’ll come back with us and cooperate with the investigation."
Catherine said coldly, "What does a homicide have to do with me? I was with my husband all of last night, and he can vouch for this."
Marlow instinctively figured Catherine must have been involved in something behind the scenes. But now wasn’t the time to discuss it. If Catherine really got implicated in a homicide case and was caught by the police, it would be very detrimental to them. So he said to the police, "Officer, my wife was indeed with me last night. The housekeeper and all the other servants can testify to that."
"Mr. Percy, we know that Lady Percy was at home that night, but the victim carved the lady’s name on his hand before he died, so we still hope that Lady Percy will come back with us for the investigation. If this matter has nothing to do with Lady Percy, that would be ideal."
"I won’t go." Catherine declared, "Who knows who the deceased was? There are many people named Catherine. Just because the name Catherine is written, does it have to be me? Can’t it be someone else? Don’t you police work with evidence?" Catherine had made up her mind not to go.
"Lady Percy, the victim’s name is Brody, a name you should not find unfamiliar? You both were once students of Mr. Frank."
Upon hearing that Brody was dead, a gleam quickly flashed in Catherine’s eyes, but she feigned surprise on her face and said, "What did you say? Brody is dead? When did this happen? How could such a thing happen?"
One of the policemen said, "Brody died last night, killed by a gunshot."
Catherine covered her mouth, "Oh my God, I saw him on the day of the wedding. How could he die so suddenly? Who killed him? Officer, you must find the murderer; Brody’s death cannot be left unclear like this." Her attitude became completely different from the cold one she held before.
"Lady Percy, it’s our duty to find the murderer, but right now we have a few questions for you, and we ask for your cooperation."
"You may ask whatever questions you have, and if I know anything, I will definitely tell you. You should have said from the beginning that the deceased was Brody. He and I were close friends. If I had known it was him, I wouldn’t have refused just now. Rest assured, I will definitely cooperate with your investigation."
Seeing that Catherine was willing to cooperate, the police naturally couldn’t ask for more and said, "We found your name on Brody’s hand, so we still hope you can come back to the station for investigation."
This time Catherine didn’t refuse and said, "Okay, officer, I can go with you now. Although I don’t know why Brody would write my name on his hand when he died, as a good citizen, it’s still my obligation to cooperate with you."
The policemen exchanged glances, not knowing why she suddenly changed her attitude, but they took it as good fortune, sparing them further efforts.
But once at the station, Catherine refused to speak again. No matter what they asked, her answer was "I don’t know." After a long time, they gathered no useful information. The police felt somewhat powerless; after all, saying that Brody’s hand bore Catherine’s name wasn’t entirely accurate—he hadn’t finished writing. Their conjecture was based only on a few letters and the relationship network they knew of.
But the investigation showed that Catherine and Brody were indeed just friends. They weren’t lovers and had no financial disputes. There was no motive for murder, so after questioning and obtaining no useful information, the police released Catherine.
Catherine glanced back at the entrance to the police station, a slight smile curling the corners of her mouth, and drove home. Her uncle had been very efficient this time, leaving no useful evidence behind. It was just a pity that Brody’s death couldn’t be pinned on Shen Qinglan. At that thought, Catherine clenched her teeth. Yes, why hadn’t she thought of that? She could have directly blamed Brody’s death on Shen Qinglan—it would have been killing two birds with one stone. A precious opportunity had been missed.
Catherine felt a secret regret.
However, before she could get home, she received a call from her mother, asking her to come home. Catherine’s heart skipped a beat, feeling reluctant, "Mommy, I’m supposed to go to a movie with Marlow this afternoon."
Daisy spoke in a stern voice, "You come back to me right now, or you know the consequences."
Even though she was already married, Catherine dared not defy her mother’s words and meekly went home.
But the moment she stepped through the door, Daisy’s slap landed heavily on her face. "You worthless thing."
Catherine was stunned and looked at her incredulously, "Mommy, why did you hit me?"
Daisy sneered, "Why did I hit you? You still dare to ask why, are you not clear about what you’ve done?"
"Mommy, I don’t know why you hit me, please tell me clearly," Catherine said with an innocent face.
"I’m asking you, did you call your uncle yesterday?"
Catherine’s heart sank suddenly, not expecting her mother really knew, yet she still denied it, "I did call Uncle yesterday. I haven’t been in touch with him for a long time and missed him, so I made a call to say hello. Is that wrong, too?"
"Catherine, do you think I wouldn’t know what you asked your uncle to do for you just because he didn’t tell me?" Daisy looked coldly at her daughter, not expecting Catherine to still be up to no good.
"Tell me clearly, why on earth did you want to kill Brody?" Daisy demanded.
Catherine’s face was the picture of innocence, "Mommy, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. What does Brody’s death have to do with me? Do you, like those police officers, believe that I had someone kill him?"
"Still denying it at this point, Catherine, do you want me to call your uncle myself to confirm?"
Catherine’s face shifted slightly. Although her uncle had done this for her, if her mother called to ask, her uncle would surely not cover for her. Realizing this, Catherine could only tell the truth, "Mommy, I didn’t want to kill him, he brought it upon himself; he threatened me."
Catherine repeated what Brody had said to Daisy, naturally, with some exaggerations mixed in.
"Mommy, if I didn’t kill him, he would’ve told the police or Shen Qinglan about it. If they found out, would they let me go? Especially that woman Shen Qinglan, so ruthless and decisive—if she knew, I’d be finished."
Daisy looked at her daughter with a face full of disappointment, once again feeling how foolish she was to have given birth to such a stupid daughter. If the cruise incident was any indication, Daisy was willing to bet that Shen Qinglan definitely knew it was Catherine’s doing; otherwise, Fu Hengyi would not have sent those files to the press last year, and Catherine would not have had her reputation ruined and been forced out of the art circle.
"You think Shen Qinglan really doesn’t know about this incident? Utterly foolish! I want to see what you’re going to do about this mess!" Daisy’s eyes were already filled with a coldness as she looked at her daughter.
"There won’t be any trouble this time, Uncle’s men cleaned things up well, there is no evidence left behind, the police won’t suspect me," Catherine said with certainty.
Daisy let out a cold laugh, "Not suspect? Then what were you doing at the police station just now? What were the police doing at your house early this morning, do you think the police are fools?"
"Mommy, I was just cooperating with the investigation. I’ve already found out that there were just a few letters on Brody’s hand, not my name at all. The so-called ’my name’ is just the police’s wild speculation, they have no evidence."
Daisy certainly knew that the police did not have concrete evidence; otherwise, Catherine wouldn’t still be sitting here. The only reason the police let Catherine go was that she had secretly maneuvered, leading their investigation in another direction. What disappointed her was not Catherine’s ruthlessness, but her disregard for consequences when taking action.
Although Daisy had always been sly and meticulous, she would never casually take someone’s life. But her daughter, with a simple mind, physically strong and impulsive, never considered the consequences of her actions. Such a person would inevitably bring disaster to the family. And this wasn’t the first time she had to clean up after her.
"I’ve already had someone take the fall for this, but Catherine, this is the last time I’ll cover for you. If there’s a next time, you’ll have to deal with it on your own. I won’t help you," she declared.
Delight flashed across Catherine’s face, followed by shock. "Mommy."
"Don’t call me ’Mommy.’ With your foolish temperament, I’m ashamed to say you’re my daughter." Daisy was truly infuriated today.
Catherine’s face darkened with anger at her mother’s words, yet she didn’t dare show it, only murmuring softly, "Mommy, I was impulsive this time. I promise there won’t be a next time."
Daisy naturally didn’t believe such a promise; she had heard it far too many times already. "You’re married now. You should consider the consequences of your actions more, not just act on impulse. Not everyone will forever clean up your messes, and that includes me."
"Mommy, I understand."
"Alright, go home now." Daisy waved her hand dismissively, not wanting to see her anymore, fearing she’d be angered to death by her very presence.
As Catherine reached the door, she turned back. "Mommy, who did you get to take the fall for me?"
Daisy paused her hand from rubbing her forehead and looked at her daughter skeptically. "What are you planning?"
"Mommy, the police said that Shen Qinglan was the one who found Brody’s body. Couldn’t we frame her, make it seem like Shen Qinglan was the mastermind behind it all?"
Daisy was taken aback by Catherine’s audacity and laughed ironically, incredulous. "Catherine, did you decide to prove how stupid you are with your actions right after I called you out? Do you always need to remind me how wrong I was to give birth to you?"
Scolded by her mother again, Catherine felt incredibly wronged. "Mommy, why are you always on Shen Qinglan’s side? I’m your daughter."
"If Shen Qinglan were my daughter, I would be overjoyed since she’s not as foolish as you," Daisy replied coldly.
Catherine looked at her mother in disbelief, unable to grasp that she’d say such things to her.
She thought her mother must be the most heartless mother in the world, always cold and indifferent towards her, never once offering a smile. As she grew older, her mother became even more aloof. Catherine even felt looked down upon by her own mother, but why? She was her biological daughter, not adopted. Weren’t all mothers supposed to love their daughters? Why was her mother like this? These questions had perplexed Catherine for many years, and she didn’t understand why. She often wanted to confront her mother – if she disliked her so much, why did she give birth to her in the first place? But she never dared to actually voice these questions.
"Mommy, I don’t understand why we can’t pin the blame on Shen Qinglan. After all, she was the last one to see Brody, and it’s even plausible to accuse her of his murder, isn’t it?"
"Catherine, do you have any idea what kind of families the Shen and Fu families are?"
"I know that the Shen and Fu families are prestigious clans in Beijing, but this is Xueli City. Their influence doesn’t extend here." Catherine was confident about this; after all, Shen Qinglan was in Xueli City now, and it was their turf. This was the best opportunity to deal with her. Once she returned to Beijing, Catherine wouldn’t be able to touch her even if she wanted to.
Daisy’s current mood was beyond disappointment. If she could, she truly wished that Catherine wasn’t her daughter. "From now on, just quietly be Lady Percy and don’t you dare provoke Shen Qinglan."
Suddenly, she felt a sense of relief that Catherine hadn’t pinned the blame on Shen Qinglan. Otherwise, things would have been even more complicated. It might be manageable to deal with Shen Qinglan alone, but the powers backing her were another story. The Shen Family, the Fu Family, and Fu Hengyi, who was even harder to deal with than both families combined.
Daisy had not forgotten a news incident from a few years back—the information had been leaked to the media in Xueli City by Fu Hengyi himself. Even she had been kept in the dark until things had already spiraled out of control, leaving her no time to intervene.
Fu Hengyi was definitely not just a military officer as he appeared to be on the surface. His connections were much wider and deeper than she had anticipated. Such an enemy, better not to provoke if it can be avoided, and the person Fu Hengyi cherished most was Shen Qinglan. It was originally Catherine’s offense toward Shen Qinglan that had angered Fu Hengyi, leading him to take action against Catherine.
Thinking this, Daisy, worried that Catherine might act behind her back, warned her again, "Catherine, I hope you take my words to heart this time. Don’t provoke Shen Qinglan or make any moves. Stay quietly at home until he leaves Xueli City. If I find out you’ve done anything behind my back, believe me, you will no longer be part of the Boyle Family. And your uncle will not help you again." The warning was stern, and Catherine believed her mother capable of such actions.
Hating her mother’s heartlessness, Catherine dared not talk back and could only meekly respond, "I understand."
It was three days later when Shen Qinglan learned from Frank that Brody’s murderer had been caught.
"The killer was a desperado? He killed Brody to rob him?" Jin Enxi asked incredulously.
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Yes, that’s what the police said."
"Ha, the police in Xueli City are really stupid," Jin Enxi sneered. "It was definitely Daisy."
Shen Qinglan also knew that Daisy had a hand in this, but since they weren’t the targets, they had no reason to intervene. So, even though they were fully aware that Catherine was behind it all, they couldn’t do anything to her.
"An, are we just going to let this go?" Jin Enxi spoke with reluctance, finding the incident unsettling as Brody had done nothing to offend or wrong Catherine, and yet he had been treated with such disregard for life.
Shen Qinglan looked at her calmly, "What do you want to do?"
Jin Enxi’s eyes flickered, and she whispered something into Shen Qinglan’s ear. He nodded, "If you want to do it, go ahead, but be careful."
With a sly smile, Jin Enxi said, "Don’t worry, I won’t leave a trace."
Knowing Jin Enxi was sensible, Shen Qinglan did not interfere further.
Shen Qinglan stayed in Xueli City for four more days before returning to Beijing. The day after their departure, a new email landed in the inbox of Catherine’s husband, Marlowe. Upon opening it, Marlowe’s face turned ashen. It was a video of Catherine with another man, intimate and not just one.
Even though the dates on the videos indicated they were from before the marriage, any man receiving such a video of his wife would be unable to remain calm. In a rage, Marlowe stormed home and began to beat Catherine with punches and kicks.
Catherine, completely unprepared, was left battered and bruised.
"Marlowe, have you lost your mind?" Catherine screamed.
Marlowe’s foot struck Catherine once more, his expression sinister, "Yes, I have gone mad, you whore."
Catherine wanted to fight back, but she was utterly powerless and could only hold her head in an attempt to minimize the damage. Though her head was protected, her body was kicked black and blue by Marlowe.
Not until Marlowe grew tired did he stop. Meeting Catherine’s angry gaze, his expression unchanged, Marlowe picked up his briefcase and tossed a stack of photos in front of Catherine, "Take a good look with your eyes wide open, and see why I’m beating you today."
Catherine looked down at the photos on the floor, and when she made out the contents, her eyes widened in shock, "Where did you get these things?"
Seeing her reaction, Marlowe knew that the stuff must be real, "Catherine, if I had known you were such a person, I would not have married you, even if your mother offered me more benefits."
Catherine snorted coldly, "Marlowe, what kind of good stuff are you? Nothing but a playboy. Don’t hold yourself so high; we are both equally flawed. No one should point fingers at anyone. These were all from before our marriage; after we got married, I have done nothing to wrong you."
"Heh, if you dare do anything to wrong me after getting married, just try and see. See if I dare to kill you." He could play around, but if she did, it was not allowed.
The Percy Family also had an underworld background, and Marlowe himself was ruthless. It would be easy for him to secretly do something.
Being brutally beaten by her new husband, Catherine naturally could not let it go. She ran back to her mother’s house to seek sympathy, wanting her mother to see what kind of family she had married into.
Unfortunately, Marlowe had already called Daisy and explained the reason, so Daisy knew the score.
"Who told you not to cover your tracks!" Daisy was not a bit sympathetic to her own daughter, saying coldly. Marlowe had said some unflattering things on the phone, implicitly mocking her, and Daisy was already furious. So when she saw Catherine return home crying and wailing, her mood was hardly likely to be good. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Catherine initially thought that this time her mother would stand by her side, but she was still the one being scolded. She completely lost hope in her mother.
Could Daisy guess who sent those things? It must have something to do with Shen Qinglan, but she was like a mute who had tasted bitter herbal medicine; they had their grievances but could not voice them and had to swallow their bitterness.
Putting aside the matter in Xueli City for the moment, let’s say that Shen Qinglan didn’t find out Fu Hengyi had already returned home until after she came back.
Fu Hengyi had returned the day before, and only after returning did he learn that his wife had gone abroad for a vacation. He wanted to call Shen Qinglan but, remembering her anger, he refrained and instead hinted for Old Sir Fu to call Shen Qinglan, urging her to come back soon.
With Old Sir Fu himself making the call, Shen Qinglan naturally had to return, especially since there was nothing left to do in Xueli City, so she bought a plane ticket.
Ya Xi, knowing that Anan and Shen Qinglan were leaving for home, was quite reluctant to let go. Shen Qinglan gave her a hug, "If you miss Anan, come find me in Beijing."
Ya Xi nodded her head, "Sister, I will work hard with the treatment, and when I’m fully recovered, I’ll come see you and Anan."
"Good."
"Pretty Auntie, I will miss you too," Anan said, seizing the opportunity to speak.
Ya Xi squatted down, hugged Anan, and even kissed his little face. "Thank you, Anan. I’ll miss you too."
Ya Xi and Doug personally took Shen Qinglan and her group to the airport and watched until Shen Qinglan passed through security and could no longer be seen, only then did they reluctantly look away.
"If you can’t bear it, let’s buy tickets to go back tomorrow," Doug said softly. Ya Xi shook her head, "Doug, starting today, I will cooperate with your treatment and the doctor you invited."
Doug’s eyes lit up—Ya Xi’s willingness to actively and positively engage in the treatment was the best news he could have hoped for.
Ya Xi saw Doug’s happy expression and felt a twinge in her heart. She knew she had been willful and not strong enough, always running away when faced with troubles. But there was someone who had been by her side all along, from the beginning to now, never leaving her. Shen Qinglan was right; compared to some, she was already much luckier.
Ya Xi took the initiative to hold Doug’s hand. "Doug, I’m sorry."
Doug looked at his hand held by Ya Xi in a daze, especially after hearing her words, he felt an indescribable thrill. He stepped forward and gently embraced Ya Xi, who stiffened momentarily before slowly relaxing.
Doug could clearly feel Ya Xi’s change, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened. "Ya Xi, my girl, welcome back."
Ya Xi smiled, yet tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Knowing that Shen Qinglan was coming back, Fu Hengyi personally went to the airport to pick her up. Shen Qinglan, on the other hand, hadn’t expected to see Fu Hengyi at the airport.
When Shen Qinglan saw Fu Hengyi, her expression was indifferent, with no particular emotion showing. Fu Hengyi knew she was still upset about the last incident and smiled slightly, "Wife, I’m here to take you home."
Shen Qinglan just nodded in response and walked outside, holding Anan’s hand, with Fu Hengyi following behind.
Daniel and Jin Enxi had gone directly to another destination as soon as they arrived at the airport, saying they planned to travel for a few more days.
"Daddy, this time I went out to play with mommy, and there was a very big lawn where you can kick a ball," Anan told Fu Hengyi about his experience abroad. Fu Hengyi listened attentively, occasionally replying, and from time to time, his gaze drifted toward Shen Qinglan.
Shen Qinglan simply said, "Focus on driving."
At night, only the couple remained in the room. When Fu Hengyi emerged from the bathroom, Shen Qinglan had already taken her bath, was lying in bed with her eyes closed, apparently asleep. Fu Hengyi went to the other side of the bed, gently laid down, and then embraced Shen Qinglan from behind, speaking softly, "Are you still angry, wife?" Shen Qinglan did not move.
Fu Hengyi continued in a soft voice, "I know you want a daughter, and I like girls too, but Qinglan, I don’t want to risk your safety, I’d be afraid." The trauma that Fu Hengyi endured during Anan’s birth was too great, and he did not want to experience that kind of heart-stopping fear again.
Shen Qinglan knew all too well what he was worried about. She turned to face him, "Fu Hengyi, that was an accident." If it weren’t for Qin Yan’s meddling, she wouldn’t have had a difficult labor.
"Qinglan, I know, but still, I am so afraid." No one could understand his helplessness back then; it was more terrifying than his own life hanging by a thread. Even though three years had passed, the memory was still vivid in his mind whenever he thought about it.
In Fu Hengyi’s eyes was an unmistakable fear. Shen Qinglan saw it clearly and sighed softly in her heart. This man, holding her in such high regard—she didn’t know if it was her good fortune or his misfortune.
Shen Qinglan couldn’t bear to stay angry with Fu Hengyi anymore; she just felt a deep sense of concern. So she took the initiative to hug Fu Hengyi around the waist, nestling her entire self into his embrace, "It’s okay, let’s talk about this matter later."
Fu Hengyi truly wasn’t ready now, and Shen Qinglan didn’t press him any further. Fu Hengyi was aware of this, so just as Shen Qinglan was about to fall asleep, he softly spoke, "Qinglan, give me a little more time. When I’m ready, I promise we’ll have a beautiful daughter."
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Don’t think too much, Fu Hengyi, just relax." She closed her eyes and fell asleep in Fu Hengyi’s embrace, content that she could truly relax and sleep soundly only in his arms.
Fu Hengyi looked down at her serene face and felt incredibly fulfilled, but he also scoffed at his own cowardice, feeling like a frightened bird.
The next morning, when Shen Qinglan got up, Fu Hengyi was already gone. She touched the space next to her; it was still warm, meaning he hadn’t been up for long. It was only six o’clock, still early, but Shen Qinglan couldn’t fall back to sleep and decided to get up and go for a run.
As she came downstairs, she saw Fu Hengyi just returning from outside, holding several bags of groceries, heading toward the kitchen.
Seeing Shen Qinglan come down, still in her sportswear, clearly planning to go for a run, Fu Hengyi asked with a light smile, "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Porridge," Shen Qinglan thought for a moment before answering. She had eaten nothing but bread and milk the past few days abroad and was thoroughly sick of it.
Fu Hengyi nodded.
By the time Shen Qinglan finished her run, showered, and changed clothes, Fu Hengyi had already prepared breakfast. There wasn’t just porridge, but also pan-fried dumplings, egg pancakes, and steamed buns.
Shen Qing raised an eyebrow, looking at the lavish spread on the table, "Why did you make so much?" She had only wanted to finish her porridge.
Fu Hengyi served Shen Qinglan the porridge, placing it in front of her, "I know you don’t like those bread and milk, must be tired of eating them abroad these days, so I thought I’d switch things up for you."
"I can’t eat all this by myself," Shen Qinglan said, slightly exasperated, "Grandpa hasn’t even woken up yet."
Fu Hengyi said with a smile, "It’s okay, you can have a bit of everything, and I’ll finish the rest. Grandpa’s breakfast is still in the kitchen; when he wakes up, I’ll make him something fresh."
"So attentive? Fu Hengyi, what are you up to?" Shen Qinglan teased him playfully.
Fu Hengyi looked innocent, "You’re my wife. You work so hard taking care of the house on a regular basis. It’s only right for me to make you a breakfast to cheer you up when I’m rarely at home, isn’t it?"
Shen Qinglan laughed lightly; she found that Fu Hengyi’s skills in speaking sweet nothings had become increasingly polished, uttering them effortlessly.
"Let’s eat together, I can’t finish all this either." Shen Qinglan served Fu Hengyi a bowl of porridge.
As the couple was eating, they received a call from Meng Liang, "Captain, Captain Mu is back and would like to have lunch with you at noon. Bring your wife along too."
Fu Hengyi asked for Shen Qinglan’s opinion, and she didn’t mind, "Sure, just send me the time and place."