A bowl of plain noodle soup, adorned with a few green leaves on top. The steam rose slowly, blurring the woman's features.
His gaze pierced through the mist, meeting Wen Baozhu's expectant eyes.
"Have a taste."
Fu Lian raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, he felt that his earlier speculation wasn't unfounded.
There were only two words written all over her face at the moment: "Eat quickly."
Fu Lian still picked up his chopsticks, twirled up some noodles, and put them into his mouth. As he chewed slowly, his eyes remained fixed on Wen Baozhu.
"How's the taste?" Wen Baozhu asked.
To be fair, the taste wasn't much different from the cha chaan teng noodles in Hong Kong restaurants. It was just a simpler version, without any extra seasonings.
It was a pure and simple dish.
Fu Lian remained expressionless as he swallowed the noodles. His tone was flat. "It doesn't have any special taste."
No special taste meant it was just ordinary.
Wen Baozhu wasn't discouraged. She simply nodded in agreement. "I didn't prepare the ingredients well this time. If Mr. Fu wants to try my cooking, I'll definitely make full preparations in advance."
What preparations? Preparations to poison him?
Fu Lian suddenly found the noodles tasteless. He only took a few bites before putting down his chopsticks.
Seeing that he hardly ate, Wen Baozhu thought he had no appetite. She picked up the bowl and headed to the kitchen.
Watching her bustling around, Fu Lian finally got up from the dining table. He walked around the kitchen island and quietly approached the woman from behind.
He didn't like to waste too much time.
When dealing with someone, the longer it took, the more it would affect his efficiency.
Since Wen Baozhu was being disobedient, he didn't mind replacing her with someone more obedient.
He decided to make things clear to her and then tell her to get out.
The faucet was turned on. Wen Baozhu didn't notice someone approaching from behind. She was carefully washing the dishes and chopsticks.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Her movements paused for a moment, and then she slowly turned around.
What she saw were a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.
Wen Baozhu was taken aback. "Mr. Fu?"
She blinked, with no trace of defensiveness in her eyes. "Do you want some hot water? I'll pour it for you."
With that, she walked around him and went to the water bar on one side to pour water for Fu Lian.
As she was pouring the water, she didn't notice that the cabinet above her head was wide open.
She hadn't had time to close it after taking the dishes and chopsticks just now.
And at this moment, she was bending over.
As soon as she finished pouring the water and raised her head, the sharp edge of the cabinet would surely cut across her forehead.
Fu Lian stood on one side, coldly watching this scene.
He didn't intend to give any warning. He was going to teach her a lesson.
He folded his arms across his chest and quietly watched her.
It wasn't until the woman murmured to herself. "Mr. Fu hasn't been sleeping well lately. I bought some cassia seeds. They can be brewed to calm the nerves..."
Just as she was about to straighten up, the man suddenly flashed in front of her. His large hand covered the top of her head.
The sudden embrace made Wen Baozhu jerk her head up.
There was a loud "bang", and immediately afterwards, the man let out a low groan.
Wen Baozhu instinctively dodged her head. Only then did she realize that she hadn't closed the cabinet door.
Fu Lian had already withdrawn his hand by now.
There was a deep cut on the back of his hand, and blood was oozing out.
"I'm sorry!" Wen Baozhu was instantly startled. She quickly grabbed his hand. "Mr. Fu, you're injured! There's so much blood!"
... She was so noisy.
Fu Lian frowned impatiently. The pain spread from the back of his hand to his arm and then to his nerves. Even his temples started throbbing.
He now suspected that not only was Wen Baozhu a fool, but he himself had also been influenced by her.
Otherwise, why had he rushed over to protect her just now?
But the person he had protected didn't seem grateful at all. She just kept shouting. "I'll go find some alcohol and cotton balls. Mr. Fu, hold on!"
Fu Lian felt a bit helpless.
He glanced at the back of his hand. The wound was small but deep.
Wen Baozhu rushed around looking for something. Fortunately, there was a first-aid kit in the room.
She carried the first-aid kit and pulled Fu Lian to sit on the sofa.
She took out some gauze and cotton balls. She placed his hand directly on her lap. Before disinfecting the wound, she gave a warning. "Mr. Fu, it might hurt a bit. Bear with it."
Fu Lian curled his lips. "I'm not that afraid of pain."
Wen Baozhu felt a bit embarrassed, but she still tried to be as gentle as possible as she cleaned the wound.
Blood was still oozing out. Wen Baozhu pressed a cotton swab on it and then applied some medicine powder.
Throughout the whole process, Fu Lian remained silent.
"Does it still hurt?" Wen Baozhu finally let go of his hand after bandaging it and asked.
Fu Lian lowered his eyes. Seeing the woman's worried face, he suddenly let out a laugh. "Wen Baozhu, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
Small cuts and bruises were common.
When he first started taking over the company's projects, several shareholders didn't take him seriously. They directly sent him to supervise the project.
At the most dangerous moment, a steel bar had even pierced through his palm.
A simple scratch was nothing.
"I wish Mr. Fu were a three-year-old child."
Wen Baozhu said. "Children cry. The louder they cry, the stronger the pain. But Mr. Fu never cries in front of me. He endures everything on his own. I can only ask."
Fu Lian was in a daze for a few seconds.
When he came to his senses, he didn't even realize that he had softly asked. "Are you concerned about me?"
Wen Baozhu didn't hesitate. "Of course."
Fu Lian was silent for a moment before shifting his gaze. " ... There's no need."
His expression was still cold and aloof, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes. "I think I should hire a maid for you at home. Otherwise, you're so stupid that you don't even know how to close the cabinet door."
Wen Baozhu wasn't stupid. She knew very well that Fu Lian had been injured because of her.
Thinking of this, she felt even more sad.
This was a child who had been isolated by his family since childhood and had grown up in such an environment. It wasn't unreasonable for him to be cold-hearted.
She even felt guilty for having doubted him for a moment.
If he really didn't care about the child in her womb, why had he rushed over to protect her just now?
To truly know someone, one shouldn't listen to others but follow one's own heart.
When she was applying medicine to Fu Lian just now, she had also noticed the fine scars on the back of his hand, different in size.
Although they weren't very obvious, they clearly weren't the kind of scars a rich young master who had grown up in luxury should have.
She wondered how many hardships Fu Lian had gone through since he was a child.
On the top of Victoria Peak just now, Wen Baozhu had indeed wavered a bit because of what Li Wenshu had said. But after what had just happened, she was even more determined to stand by Fu Lian's side and accompany him.
There were so few people around him. Even if she joined them, there would still be few.
Thinking like this, she suddenly reached out and hugged Fu Lian's waist, burying her face in his chest.
Her sudden move left Fu Lian stunned for a moment.
What was she up to now?
His voice was deep. "What's wrong?"
She raised her head. Her eyes were moist and hot, glistening with tears. "Mr. Fu, promise me that you'll protect yourself first next time."