After seeing Aunt Jiang off, Fu Lian's complexion softened a bit.
With only the two of them left in the villa, Wen Baozhu could feel the low pressure emanating from him.
It surely couldn't be just because of Aunt Jiang.
She secretly speculated that he might have had an unpleasant encounter with Fang Yuan.
But as long as Fu Lian didn't bring it up on his own, she wouldn't ask either.
Not being curious, not prying, and not inquiring were the lessons she had learned while being around Fu Lian.
Fu Lian indeed didn't intend to tell her anything. He simply sat down across from her as if nothing had happened.
"I'll ask A Yan to find a batch of new servants tomorrow. You can pick one you like," he said.
It was obvious that he was determined to get rid of Aunt Jiang.
Today's incident was just the last straw. Maybe he had long wanted to clean out all of Li Wenshu's people.
"Do we really need a servant?" Wen Baozhu felt a bit uneasy. "I don't like being taken care of."
Whether it was Aunt Jiang or a new servant, she always felt like she was being watched.
She wasn't used to it.
She tried her best to prove to Fu Lian that she could manage on her own. "The facilities in the house are very complete. I don't really need to do much myself."
She pursed her lips. "Moreover, I feel more at ease living alone."
Fu Lian thought for a moment and then gave his permission. "As you wish. If you have any needs in the future, just ask A Yan to handle them for you."
After confirming that Fu Lian wouldn't force a servant on her anymore, Wen Baozhu let out a sigh of relief.
"Satisfied?" Fu Lian raised his eyebrows. "I've always said that you're not good at learning to be a lady. You even feel uncomfortable being served."
Wen Baozhu smiled. "Maybe I'm just born to be a busybody. I don't have the fortune to be served."
She blinked her eyes and assumed a submissive posture. "Moreover, if Mr. Fu comes to stay with me, I can take care of you myself."
Fu Lian was helpless.
There were so many kids in the family. The ones who fought for things weren't likable, while the sensible ones always tugged at people's heartstrings.
Just like Wen Baozhu at this moment.
"What do you want to eat?" He glanced at her and asked casually.
Wen Baozhu usually didn't have any particular preferences. She would eat whatever was served and never be picky.
For some reason, maybe because of the pregnancy, she was really craving the congee from the porridge shop that Gu Xiujing had taken her to last time.
But she only dared to think about it secretly. She didn't have the guts to say it out loud.
"I'll go make some congee. Would you like some, Mr. Fu?" she asked.
"Wait."
Fu Lian couldn't bear to let a pregnant woman busy herself in the kitchen. He took out his phone and made a call.
Soon, there was a knock on the door.
Wen Baozhu was puzzled. Who would come at this late hour? Fu Lian tilted his chin, signaling her to go and open the door.
It turned out to be the chef that Fu Lian had invited.
Besides the chef, there was also an assistant chef. They brought ingredients and utensils with them.
"Good evening, Mr. Fu. Good evening, Miss Wen," they greeted.
Wen Baozhu nodded blankly and watched as they walked into the kitchen after greeting them.
"Did you invite the chef specially, Mr. Fu?" she asked in surprise.
"I invited the chef 'specially for you'," Fu Lian said, shifting his gaze to her as he had his laptop on his lap. "You don't want a servant, but a chef should be okay, right?"
He explained indifferently. "They'll only come during meal times. They won't bother you at other times."
"You can communicate with them in advance if you have any specific dishes you want to eat," he added.
To cater to Wen Baozhu's taste, he had invited a local chef from Fucheng.
The kitchen had a semi - open design, so Wen Baozhu could directly see the chefs at work.
She smelled a familiar scent and her eyes lit up.
She hadn't felt hungry before, but the smell whetted her appetite. She sat upright at the dining table, just like a kindergarten kid waiting for dinner.
Fu Lian raised his eyebrows and put down his work. He sat down at the dining table with her.
When the dishes were served, Wen Baozhu had a great appetite. Since she had vomited everything out earlier, her stomach was empty and ready for food.
She ate quite a lot during the meal. She even slowed down a bit halfway through, worried that her eating manner might be unseemly.
She had thought that Fu Lian had already had dinner with Fang Yuan, but unexpectedly, he also ate some with her to show his support.
After the meal, the two chefs cleaned up the dining table and the kitchen and then left.
The two of them sat on the sofa. Fu Lian was still busy with his work, while Wen Baozhu leaned quietly on the sofa.
It was a rare moment of harmonious co - existence. Wen Baozhu quietly sized up Fu Lian.
He was so focused that all his attention was on the screen in front of him, not being disturbed by anything outside.
His side profile was sharp and well - defined. Her gaze gradually moved down to his prominent and full Adam's apple, which exuded the sexiness unique to a mature man.
"How long do you plan to stare at me?"
Wen Baozhu was startled and quickly averted her gaze.
Did he have some superpower that allowed him to notice her actions even when he was concentrating on his work?
The embarrassment of being caught made Wen Baozhu feel a bit awkward. "I'll go back to my room first. I won't bother you, Mr. Fu."
"Come here," the man patted the sofa beside him. "If you want to look, sit closer. Why sit so far away?"
Wen Baozhu had no choice but to walk over and sit beside the man.
The laptop was moved to the table beside them, leaving a large empty space in front of the man, just enough for her to lean in.
It was a silent invitation.
Wen Baozhu leaned over and rested her head on Fu Lian's shoulder. Her voice was muffled. "Thank you, Mr. Fu."
"Thank me for what?"
Wen Baozhu said, "Thank you for inviting the chef specially for me. Their dishes are very authentic."
Some things didn't need to be said too explicitly.
The dishes on the table just now were rarely seen in Hong Kong.
They weren't particularly rare, but they wouldn't usually appear on the tables of wealthy families.
The chef from Fucheng was invited specifically considering Wen Baozhu's upbringing.
Fu Lian chuckled. "You're so happy just because I found a chef for you?"
Sometimes, she was really easy to satisfy.
Wen Baozhu tilted her head up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mr. Fu can take my taste into consideration. It's really heart - warming that you can notice such a small thing. Of course, I'm happy."
She knew that Fu Lian liked to hear such words.
A powerful and wealthy tycoon had seen all kinds of treasures. What he wanted was just emotional value.
That was all she could offer.
"So how are you going to thank me?" However, the man was relentless and insisted that she show her gratitude in a practical way.
Wen Baozhu began to think.
Normally, when he said this, it was usually a prelude to something.
But things were different now.
The doctor had said that her fetal heartbeat was a bit unstable and there were signs of miscarriage. She couldn't act recklessly.
Seeing her serious thinking expression, Fu Lian's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.
His bad mood from tonight gradually dissipated, and he began to feel happy and relaxed.
After thinking hard for a long time, Wen Baozhu finally came up with a suitable solution.
"Mr. Fu."
Fu Lian looked down into her eyes. "Have you thought of a good way?"
Wen Baozhu pursed her lips again and again. Then she slowly stretched out her small hand in front of him. "Can I use my hand?"