Chapter 82: 082 Don’t look
Fu Qiyuan turned around, and Su Ran was looking down, her face expression indiscernible.
A cool voice came through.
“It’s not that you’re not good enough, it’s just that I’m not mentally prepared yet, I…”
Su Ran suddenly looked up and accidentally met the man’s deep, dark eyes.
Fu Qiyuan smiled slightly, his long and distinct fingers brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
“No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you.”
Her eyes reddened without warning, and all her worries crumbled in an instant.
You’re so wonderful, how could I bear to make you wait too long?
Two bowls of millet porridge, two boiled eggs, two servings of egg pancakes, a home with two people and meals across four seasons, cozy and romantic.
After setting everything out, Su Ran sat opposite Fu Qiyuan.
Fu Qiyuan nodded, picked up a piece of egg pancake, and chewed slowly, his demeanor graceful and composed.
Su Ran watched him anxiously.
Only then did Su Ran relax and smile, picking up her spoon to start eating.
She had barely taken two bites when the doorbell rang again.
“I’ll go get the door.”
Hurrying up, she walked toward the door.
Opening it, she found herself facing a strange man.
“Hello, is this Miss Su Ran’s residence?”
The man wore a duckbill cap, pulled low over his face, and a mask that obscured his features, leaving his rough, hoarse voice as the only clue to his identity.
“Miss Su, your package.”
Upon hearing this, Su Ran’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp gleam flickering briefly.
With a slight raise of her eyebrows and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, she looked at the stranger in front of her.
“A package? I haven’t bought anything recently.”
The man hesitated slightly, the ruthlessness in his downcast eyes fleeting.
“It’s from Miss Ye Zhichen.”
She regarded the man playfully, her lips curving into a small smile that was devoid of warmth, her shimmering eyes holding an eerie chill.
She reached out to take it, shaking the package lightly and stating meaningfully,
“What could she possibly be sending me?”
At her words, the man looked up, his eyes meeting Su Ran’s strangely malevolent gaze, and he was startled, quickly looking away.
“Thank you. We’ll… see each other again another day.”
The man attempted a smile, but it was stiff on his face.
Su Ran looked at him significantly.
“I never jest. Don’t worry, we’ll meet again soon.”
Su Ran closed the door.
Hearing the door close, the man glanced up, the eyes that remained visible flickering with an eerie light, his expression sinister and scornful as he spat out two words.
Su Ran examined the item in her hands closely, her gaze as intense and earnest as if she were admiring a beautiful piece of art.
The man had approached her without her noticing.
Su Ran shook her head, “It’s nothing, just a small thing.”
Her voice, usually crisp, carried an unusual chill. Fu Qiyuan frowned slightly, contemplating the object in her hands, his dark eyes beginning to swell with a deep undercurrent.
He reached out to take the exquisitely wrapped box from Su Ran’s hands and immediately began to open it without a word.
Coming to her senses, Su Ran quickly grabbed his hand.
Holding her hand, Fu Qiyuan’s expression became colder, but his tone remained gentle and deep.
Fu Qiyuan pulled her hand away and then took it in his, leading her to the living room.
The box was quickly opened.