She had just taken a bath, her whole body steamed like peach petals in the spring breeze, blushingly pink, still fragrant, with her half-wet hair carelessly draped over her shoulders, possessing a messy beauty.
Shu Wan did not notice anything unusual about Fu Siyu as she walked over and glanced at the dishes on the table, "Why did you bring them here?"
"It felt like you would like it."
Shu Wan couldn’t help but laugh, "You have enough observational skills to be an undercover agent."
Shu Wan really didn’t like dining formally in a restaurant.
In her past life, being the Reserve Crown Princess Consort, even if she disliked those etiquettes, Shu Wan would do her best, because it was her responsibility.
Here, with conditions to enjoy, Shu Wan certainly preferred to be more casual.
However, in the Estate, it was hard to be casual, especially since Fu Yang was still a young sapling; as an adult, it was still proper to set a good example.
Now it was different, no need to be a role model, Shu Wan definitely preferred to do whatever was comfortable.
As if knowing what Shu Wan was thinking, Fu Siyu’s lips curled up, "Feels like a relief from ditching the kids, doesn’t it?"
Shu Wan nodded, "Really does."
"Alright, no need to be an adult now, let’s eat."
Shu Wan took the chopsticks from Fu Siyu, her eyes unconsciously smiling at the sight of her favorite dishes.
Not quite knowing what love was supposed to feel like, but at least for now, she felt very happy.
As for Fu Siyu, naturally, he felt happy because Shu Wan was happy.
Outside the window, the cold wind howled, but inside was warm and cozy as the two dined, occasionally speaking a few words, a natural harmony.
After the meal, Shu Wan wanted to help Fu Siyu clean up, but he stopped her.
"No need for you to do it, I’ll handle it."
Saying so, Fu Siyu began to clear away the chopsticks and bowls, still dressed in his black suit.
The tailor-made suit, every inch radiating refinement and precision, the light falling upon it reminded one of the elites rushing through Wall Street, of decisions taken in boardrooms.
Yet, no one would imagine, that dressed in these clothes, he was seriously clearing up leftovers and dishes.
But human charm often arises from a specific sense of contrast.
Watching the distinct profile of Fu Siyu’s face, Shu Wan’s heart stirred, "Let the servants do this."
"It’s just by the way."
After saying this, Fu Siyu took a pile of stuff downstairs, and in no time, he came back up with a plate of fruit.
There were Shu Wan’s favorites, bananas, strawberries, and cherries, and of course, what caught Shu Wan’s eye the most were two apples that seemed to be of not very good quality.
Shu Wan guessed that there was something special about these apples, she looked to Fu Siyu for an explanation.
Fu Siyu placed two apples on the table, "According to Western tradition, tonight is Silent Night, where apples should be eaten."
"But these two apples"
It wasn’t nice to say, but these two apples did indeed look rather unimpressive, seemingly quite tannic.
"This larger one came from a tree I planted, the smaller one, from a tree Fu Yang planted."
With that said by Fu Siyu, Shu Wan immediately recalled the two very abrupt apple trees in the garden of the Estate.
Among various valuable and rare plants, these two trees stood out as quite the oddities, originally planted by Fu Siyu and Fu Yang.
"Fu Yang was only three when I planted it with him."
Fu Siyu said, as he began peeling the apples, quickly finishing both.
"That’s a lot; just take a bite from each; it also counts as drawing a good omen."
Shu Wan took an apple and bit into each.
And truth be told, despite looking a bit ugly, they tasted quite nice.
Thinking of the meaning of Silent Night, Shu Wan turned to Fu Siyu, "Why don’t you eat half as well, isn’t it said to be Silent Night?"
"Sure." Fu Siyu nodded, a hint of a smile in his eyes, "Is this your Silent Night apple for me?"
Fu Siyu answered, then took the apple and also bit into it, chewing twice before commenting, "Tastes alright."
"You" Watching Fu Siyu’s actions, Shu Wan was stunned, "You bit into the apple I just ate."
"It’s fine, I don’t mind."
Fu Siyu looked down briefly, his expression calm.
Shu Wan’s cheeks grew warm, it wasn’t about minding or not, mainly because she had just bitten that apple, and now Fu Siyu was biting it too—it was a bit like an indirect kiss.
Shu Wan’s eyelashes fluttered, her face coloring deeper.