My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Huaying was afraid that Dongxue and the others would see her like this, so she quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes, tried to calm herself down, then lowered her head and continued to look at the recipe attentively.

Fu Shiyan walked slowly towards Huaying. He could clearly feel the love deep in his heart spreading and growing wildly.

"Huaying, you're back."

A familiar and deep male voice came from behind. Huaying quickly put away her distracting thoughts, turned around, and smiled slightly, and responded softly: "Yes, Brother Fu."

Fu Shiyan stared at Huaying and found that she had lost a lot of weight and became more beautiful. Her temperament was still as gentle and graceful as before, and even more dignified...

He couldn't help but want to get closer, but just as he took a step, he saw Huaying obviously took a step back.

Huaying smiled and handed the recipe in her hand to Fu Shiyan: "Brother Fu, Uncle Zhang just brought over a new recipe. I've taken a look at it and didn't find any problems. Please confirm it again." After saying that, she shifted her gaze to the artists preparing to perform in the hall, without looking at Fu Shiyan.

Seeing Fu Shiyan remained silent after taking the menu, Huaying turned around and walked to the counter, smiling and asking Dongxue: "Is my room still there?"

Dongxue was keenly aware that the atmosphere between Sister Huaying and Brother Fu was no longer as relaxed and natural as before, especially when she saw the tears on Sister Huaying's face that had not yet dried. She quickly responded, "Of course it's still there, and we clean and tidy up every day, waiting for Sister Huaying to come back."

Huaying raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes revealed a hint of tenderness, she gently stroked Dongxue's hair and said, "Thank you for your hard work, I'll go upstairs to change clothes and come down later."

Dongxue nodded happily, feeling secretly delighted. Sister Huaying is planning to stay for a while, that's great!

Fu Shiyan held the recipe in his hand, glanced at Huaying walking up the stairs, and followed her.

Huaying pushed open the door and found everything in the room was exactly the same as when she left, clean and tidy, with no place needing to be cleaned.

Qing He came over briskly, put the things in his hands on the bed, and then asked in a low voice with some excitement: "Miss, how many days are we going to stay here?"

Huaying smiled slightly and jokingly said, "Why? Do you want to go back early?"

Qing He shook her head like a rattle, and said seriously, "No, no, no, it's much more lively here than in our house, and the people here are very nice to you, Miss. They care about you from the bottom of their hearts, which makes people feel very comfortable."

Huaying looked at the naive but intelligent Qinghe, shook her head helplessly, and gently instructed: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do! Put these things in the cabinet first."

After saying that, Huaying walked to the bed, changed out of the gorgeous dress she was wearing, and put on the light blue cloth dress she had worn before.

She stood quietly in front of the mirror, looking carefully at herself in the mirror with a ponytail, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth quietly appeared again.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Qinghe hurried over and opened the door. It was the handsome man who had just been talking to her young lady downstairs. Qinghe looked back at the young lady in panic, not knowing how to address him for a moment.

Fu Shiyan glanced at Qinghe and said, "Go downstairs and find Uncle Zhang and ask him to prepare a meal for your young lady."

Qing He then remembered that the young lady hadn't eaten yet! So, she quickly bowed to Fu Shiyan, turned around and hurried downstairs.

At this moment, Huaying and Fu Shiyan were the only ones left in the room.

Huaying stood quietly in front of the mirror, staring at Fu Shiyan in the mirror, without saying a word.

Fu Shiyan walked forward slowly and wanted to hug her, but Huaying dodged.

Fu Shiyan's eyes revealed a trace of loss and helplessness, and he asked softly: "I'm sorry about that night of Chinese Valentine's Day, I really didn't know that thing would happen..." His voice was full of sincerity and self-blame.

Seeing that Huaying still didn't speak, Fu Shiyan took a step forward, closing the distance between them, staring closely into her eyes, his eyes slightly red, and whispered: "I'm afraid of tarnishing your reputation, so I wrote to you in Dongxue's name and asked you so many questions. You should at least answer me. You asked everyone but me."

After hearing what Fu Shiyan said, Hua Ying looked up at him in confusion, with a hint of confusion and indifference in her eyes. She replied calmly, "What did you ask me? If you don't ask me, I won't ask you either. Isn't that even?"

Fu Shiyan felt that Huaying was deliberately angry with him, so he walked forward, stretched out his hand to hold Huaying's hand, pulled her hard, and hugged her tightly in his arms. Although Huaying tried to break free, he held her tightly in his arms.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open and a figure appeared at the door.

Shi Nuan's face was still covered with tears of longing. When she saw her second brother hugging Sister Huaying, she was completely stunned.

Zhang Bo, who came hurriedly from behind, saw the scene in front of him and lowered his head quickly. He panted and coaxed Shi Nuan, saying: "Oh, Miss, you run so fast! I can't catch up with you. Why don't we go downstairs and eat something first?"