Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 350

Fu Shihan pulled her back, completely serious. "I’ll do it myself, no need for Wan God to lift a finger."

Every aspect of Wan God was perfect, except for one thing—her ability to assess her own cooking skills was not quite accurate.

He hadn’t had any counterfeit liquor today, but drinking the hangover soup she made would essentially have the same effect as counterfeit liquor.

Fu Shihan still remembered the incident on her eighteenth birthday when her hangover soup landed him directly in the hospital.

He couldn’t understand how all the normal ingredients in the kitchen could become so abnormal in her hands.

So, a while ago when Fu Yu’an was boasting to him about Su Wanxin cooking for him, Fu Shihan had only one thought: his son’s luck was incredible.

Su Wanxin: "..."

The rejection on his face was too obvious, mixed with a hint of survival desire in his disdainful eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked unhappily. "Is there a dog hiding in the kitchen?"

"The kitchen is smoky, it’s not suitable for you to go."

With one sentence, Fu Shihan dug himself a hole, and now he had to go make soup in the kitchen late at night, or the act would fall apart.

Su Wanxin followed slowly behind him, and after being persuaded several times by Fu Shihan, she finally gave up on the idea of cooking.

"Then you take your time, I’ll be going back."

Su Wanxin leaned at the kitchen doorway, watching him for a while, and felt it was getting late, that it was time to go.

Hearing this, Fu Shihan became unhappy: "You’re going back?"

"What else?" Su Wanxin asked calmly. "According to you, we’re allies, but I’ve never seen allies who have to end up in the same bed."

"My head hurts."

"You look fine to me right now."

How could it be fine?

Fu Shihan instantly extinguished the stove’s flame with a smack, gave up on making the soup, pulled her upstairs, laid on the bed like a corpse, and repeated the line from earlier: "Head hurts."

His acting was overly dramatic and contrived, nearly infuriating Su Wanxin enough to want to smack him on the head.

Fu Shihan, like a bully, forcibly kept her there, holding her and not letting go.

In the dim night, Su Wanxin suddenly smiled, which piqued Fu Shihan’s curiosity: "Why are you smiling?"

"Nothing, just remembering some things."

"Let’s hear it."

"Remembering the time I asked for ten million for one night, and President Fu said I wasn’t worth it."

Fu Shihan: "..."

So it goes to show, you have to think thrice before you speak. Otherwise, you might end up being slapped in the face by your own words someday.

If Fu Shihan weren’t so thick-skinned, he would certainly be blushing with regret right now. Alas, that’s not the kind of person he is.

He was only silent for a few seconds before he held her tightly again and argued in her ear: "It was noisy with a lot of people back then, you heard wrong. I said ten million was a bit low."

Su Wanxin didn’t argue with him, just sighed deeply.

After crying, it always felt like there was a congestion of air in one’s chest, tiring and suffocating.

Su Wanxin relaxed the stuffy emotions in her heart, closed her eyes, and reflected on every word Fu Shihan had said to her tonight.

He was adept at brainwashing, but she was not someone who could be easily brainwashed. That’s why, after calming down, she needed to reflect and think if anything was amiss.

Fu Shihan held her, knowing she wasn’t sleeping, just thinking. He seized an opportunity and whispered a suggestion: "Shall we have a bath together?"

"Getting ahead of yourself?"

"I’m just kindly reminding you that it’s about time to sleep."