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The two of them were stuck in a deadlock just like that, separated by a door.

The servant's entire body was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, Mister did not get angry, but his expression was rather unsightly. He did not make things difficult for her and indicated for her to leave.

"Warm, open the door."

"I won't!" My arms and legs are crippled, I can't get up! "

He knew that she was angry, but he had to admit that she was vivid and cute. He couldn't help but soften his tone.

"Are you angry?"

"Nope." Fu Nuan chose to deny it without hesitation, "I don't know who's angry, I don't dare."

"Open the door, we need to talk."

"There's nothing much to talk about. I also wanted to have a good chat with you two days ago."

The meaning behind his words was, "When I want to have a good chat with you, you don't want to. But now that you want to talk about it, I have to accompany you?"

It was obvious that he was angry, how could Rong Yu not notice, a smile forming on his lips.

He leaned against the door and casually put his hands in his pockets.

"Jealous?"

After Fu Nuan heard this, his brows slightly knitted, but he still remained silent.

Don't tell her that what she's done all these days and today was done to make her jealous?

"I left without permission today, so my salary will be deducted."

What? She even dared to say that she would be deducting her salary after leaving her post!

Fu Nuan was extremely furious, he jumped up from the bed and walked towards the door, and through the door, he shouted at Rong Yu who was outside: "Are you jealous? What am I going to eat? You're thinking too much too! And your company. From today onwards, I won't go back. As for your secretary, whoever wants to be one, what Fu Sirou and Zhang Sirou … Whoever they are, whoever they are! "

Despite being "furious" from Fu Nuan, Rong Yu did not get angry. Instead, he felt a lot happier and his tone slightly rose, carrying an undisguised smile.

"I'll let you have a taste of what it tastes like. How about it? Are you feeling bad about it?"

Fu Nuan was at a loss. Looking at the door separating them, he asked: "What do you mean?"

"Now can you understand how I felt when I saw those pictures?"

This time, she finally understood. So that was the case …

The anger he felt just now had gradually dissipated, and he no longer had the confidence he had before.

The reason why Rong Yu transferred Fu Sirou to the higher ups was to let Fu Nuan experience what it felt like when he looked at those photos. It was the same feeling he had when she saw him in close proximity to other women.

Fu Nuan pondered for a while before finally deciding to open the door for him.

Looking at the man's sharp features, all the confidence she had previously vanished. Now, it was as if she had really done something wrong. She no longer had any confidence in herself.

"I... Rong Yu, that's my brother. "

"That's a man, too."

Rong Yu didn't explain anything and used his palm to grip the back of her head. He slowly approached and pressed his forehead against hers.

"You belong to me."

That domineering and extremely possessive declaration, coupled with his unquestionable tone and resolute gaze, made her heart drop for a split-second.

He whispered in her ear, his voice low and hoarse, "Warmth, don't underestimate a man's possessiveness. It's like... A woman's jealousy. "

Jealousy.

"Who's jealous? "Stop thinking too much!"

Fu Nuan punched the man's chest in anger, but her soft fists were itchy in Rong Yu's eyes.

Surrounded by the familiar smell, her heart calmed down, and the tip of her nose began to ache.

Thinking of his "actions" these past few days, she still couldn't help but feel angry. After struggling a few more times, she was still to no avail.

"Don't think that the past few days just passed by so easily."

Fu Nuan leaned into his embrace, and said in a muffled voice, "I won't be able to coax you that easily."

"Then how do you want me to coax you, huh?"

Sensing the change in the man's tone, Fu Nuan raised his head to look at his expression. Seeing the strange color that his dark black eyes had, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

This man thinks about it day after day...

She quickly pushed him away and sternly said, "I'm hungry. I want to eat."

"Alright." The man stroked her hair, his lips curling into a smile.

From the time Fu Nuan woke up in the morning until now, he had not eaten. He strode downstairs with all his might and felt a wave of dizziness, causing him to almost fall down.

Rong Yu frowned and carried her up. His expression darkened, "No matter what happens in the future, you are not allowed to starve yourself."

"Eh? Put me down... I'm fine now. "

Rong Yu completely ignored her and carried her downstairs.

In his words, it meant —

"I'm at home with a legal wife. Is there a problem?"

Fu Nuan couldn't argue with him, and could only accept it. She hugged his neck tightly, worried that he might fall down.

Rong Yu carried her to the dining hall and gently placed her on a chair.

"What do you want to eat?"

Fu Nuan thought for a while, then replied: "Steak."

"Butler …"

"I want to eat what you made."

The butler was about to instruct the kitchen to do so when he heard his wife say this and looked back at him in surprise, asking for his opinion.

After all, I've never seen you cook dinner for anyone.

"Me?" Rong Yu slightly raised his brows, and the corner of his lips curled up into an arc.

"Yeah, CEO. Is there a problem?" Fu Nuan asked him as if it was a matter of course.

Was her request unreasonable? Someone had made her so angry, so it was already very forgiving for her to forgive him after dinner, wasn't it?

"Is President Rong so unwilling?"

He looked at Fu Nuan, and he actually enjoyed the pout in her tone of voice.

Not bad, he would be jealous if he was happy or angry. He even knew that by making demands of him, he'd become much more lively.

"Wait."

With that said, Rong Yu stood up and let all the servants in the kitchen out.

Fu Nuan followed him to the kitchen. The man's tall and sturdy body stood in front of the cupboard without a hint of incongruity.

"Come here, help me put it on."

Rong Yu passed the waist over to her, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Can't you wear it yourself?"

"Help me."

In regards to Mr. Rong's stubborn request, Fu Nuan was speechless and helpless. He walked in front of him, took the belt from his waist, tiptoed and helped him put it on, then tied the belt for him.

"Alright, oh …"

Caught off guard, someone grabbed his lips and gave him a shallow kiss before letting go.

When she saw the self-satisfied smile in his eyes, she couldn't help but blush. However, she pretended to be serious and said, "Don't do anything, just focus on it." If the taste is bad, I won't accept it. "

"I made it myself. How could it not taste good?"

"Then hurry up. I'm hungry."

Without waiting for Fu Nuan to leave, Rong Yu pulled her into his embrace, wrapped his arms around her and placed her between him and the wall in the cupboard.

"What? Let go …"

"That's more of a touch." He tightened his grip on her, and the curve of his smile deepened.

"Who would cook dinner like that …" The person in his arms muttered helplessly.

Since he could not break free, Fu Nuan intentionally made things difficult for him, moving around in his arms to make it more difficult for him.

However, the man was still calmly frying the steak. His warm hand patted her head. "Stop messing around. Be careful of the heat."

Fu Nuan snorted, she had already made such a ruckus, but his hands were still so steady, it looked like she did not want to underestimate CEO Rong.

"The steak can't be too old or bloody. I want the sauce with black pepper. It can't be too heavy or too light. The side dishes can't be too fresh or too ripe. Also …"

Before she could finish, her chattering mouth was once again sealed by a man's kiss.

He kissed her for a long time before letting her go. "I know," he said with a smile.

After a while, the smell of steak wafted through the room. It smelled good, and she was hungry.

The taste wasn't bad …

She had deliberately made things difficult for him. She hadn't thought that he would actually be able to cook a delicious dinner.

Well, she wouldn't praise him!

But she was still a little proud that her husband was not only in the hall, but also in the kitchen.