Chapter 36: Fell into His Arms

Winter in Nancheng wasn’t too cold, but the night breeze gently blew. Wen Yang kept her gaze on him for a while. Fu Xingzhou didn’t lower his head to look at her, nor did he seem to be speaking casually.

Perhaps only a man with a strong heart could speak so calmly. Deep down, he must have known what his future path looked like and what needed to be done in the present.

Wen Yang couldn’t help but envy people like him.

So when he had said he knew about Li Man’s infidelity and was angry about it, that anger must have been real. But he was simply more composed — he knew how to handle everything that happened without letting it derail his life, steering it back on track as quickly as possible.

The faint scent of sandalwood on him reached Wen Yang’s nose. She liked sandalwood too — truth be told, the one he used was also her favorite, though a bit pricey. She felt a wave of drowsiness and tilted her head slightly, leaning against him for a quick nap.

After walking for a while, Fu Xingzhou noticed the movement of the woman in his arms and glanced down.

She had fallen asleep.

Her skin was as smooth as jade, her long, slightly curled eyelashes resting gently on her cheeks, a delicate nose, and lips tinged with a soft jelly-like pink — soft, like a little rabbit.

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A good car had its advantages — even when passing over speed bumps, there was barely any jolt, smooth and steady all the way.

Jiang Yue glanced into the rearview mirror at the two in the back.

Fu Xingzhou held Wen Yang with one arm, while the other hand scrolled through his phone under the dim light.

The level of care Fu Xingzhou showed Miss Wen was truly unprecedented.

The black sedan arrived at the Yage residential complex, driving into the underground garage. Jiang Yue called Yu Qing, letting her know they were bringing Wen Yang back and asking if it was a convenient time.

Yu Qing, already sobered up after taking a hangover pill, answered the phone immediately, “Yes, yes, of course. Where’s Yang Yang now?”

“Asleep,” Jiang Yue replied. “So Mr. Fu will have to go up with her. Can you open the door for us?”

“Asleep? Ah, okay, okay! Thank you both. I’m already waiting at the door.”

She had actually sent several texts and made a few calls to Wen Yang earlier, but after getting no response, Yu Qing had resorted to taking the pill to force herself to sober up.

Now, hearing that Fu Xingzhou was bringing Wen Yang back, she let out a sigh of relief.

After hanging up, Yu Qing stood by the door, waiting.

About two minutes later, the elevator doors slid open slowly. At first glance, she saw the tall man stepping out, holding Wen Yang in his arms.

The winter night carried a chill, and the man’s sharp brows seemed even colder, yet he still exuded an air of elegance. Dressed in a suit, he was strikingly handsome.

Yu Qing quickly greeted him, “Mr. Fu, thank you for your trouble.”

Fu Xingzhou gave her a slight nod.

Yu Qing noticed Wen Yang’s peaceful sleeping face and commented, “She gets drowsy easily after drinking. Mr. Fu, how long has she been asleep?”

“Twenty minutes.”

Yu Qing nodded, leading him inside. After a moment of hesitation, she cleared the throw pillows off the couch. Fu Xingzhou gently laid Wen Yang down on the soft sofa. Wen Yang’s head rested against a cushion, her clothes slightly disheveled. Yu Qing stepped forward, carefully adjusting Wen Yang’s dress and jacket.

Fu Xingzhou lowered his gaze to the sleeping woman, then told Yu Qing softly, “Take good care of her.”

Yu Qing straightened up and replied, “I will.”

Fu Xingzhou nodded again, turned, and left. Yu Qing quickly followed him to the door.

Just then, the elevator dinged, and Jiang Yue stepped out, holding two portions of late-night snacks. He smiled and greeted her, “Good evening, Designer Yu.”

Yu Qing felt a bit more at ease with Jiang Yue and returned the smile. “Good evening, Secretary Jiang.”
Jiang Yue walked over, handing her the food. “Just bought these. Mr. Fu said to heat them up for Wen Yang when she wakes up. There’s one for you too.”

Yu Qing was surprised but accepted the food, then thanked Fu Xingzhou. “Thank you, Mr. Fu.”

Fu Xingzhou gave a simple “Mm” and added, “If she’s still asleep, don’t wake her.”

“Understood.”

Yu Qing nodded.

To some extent, Fu Xingzhou’s presence was so commanding that Yu Qing felt a bit flustered. She used to complain to Wen Yang about Cheng Yanyu from time to time, but if Wen Yang ever ended up with Fu Xingzhou… Yu Qing figured she’d be too intimidated to even joke about anything again.

She watched the elevator descend.

After closing the door and carrying the snacks back to the living room, Yu Qing saw that Wen Yang had turned over, her face now buried in the pillow. There was also an air-conditioning blanket nearby, which Wen Yang had pulled over her head as she slept.

Yu Qing patted Wen Yang’s hip lightly. Seeing no response, she unwrapped the snacks and took a peek.

It was bird’s nest and red bean porridge.

Still warm.

She had to admit — Fu Xingzhou was really thoughtful.

Yu Qing sighed softly to herself.

She closed the lid, planning to wait for it to cool down a bit before putting it in the fridge. First, she needed to take care of Wen Yang. At this rate, Wen Yang probably wouldn’t even get to take a bath tonight.

Yu Qing went to the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, and sat on the edge of the sofa. She pulled back the blanket and wiped Wen Yang’s face and neck. Then, she gently turned her over and took off her jacket.

With only a soft long dress left, it was at least more comfortable. Wen Yang, still half-asleep, dozed off again.

After finishing, Yu Qing returned to the living room, grabbed her laptop, and started working.

She kept her company while working.

Later, the two of them ended up falling asleep on opposite ends of the long sofa.

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The Next Morning

Wen Yang woke up early.

She pulled the blanket off her face, sat up, and blinked groggily with a dazed expression. Seeing Yu Qing sleeping at the other end of the sofa, she scooted over and tugged at her foot.

Yu Qing turned over and mumbled, “Don’t bother me.”

Wen Yang thought, “Alright then”. She slumped against the back of the couch, recalling bits and pieces from last night. She had indeed drunk too much. Later, when she squatted down and was talking, she was already feeling drowsy.

And after that… she really did fall asleep in his arms.

Wen Yang got up to brush her teeth.

By the time she finished freshening up and came out, Yu Qing was also awake. She saw Wen Yang sitting on the sofa looking at the laptop and snorted, “You’re up?”

Wen Yang nodded.

Yu Qing, still wrapped in a blanket, sat up and looked at her. “Do you know who brought you back last night?”

Wen Yang looked up and deliberately said, “I don’t know.”

“Don’t pretend. It was Mr. Fu.”

Only then did Wen Yang’s ears start to burn. She murmured, “Mm.”

Yu Qing wiggled under the blanket and moved over to sit beside her. “Where did you guys go last night? What did you talk about? Did you sleep in the car? Or…?”

Wen Yang’s face turned red.

She picked up her glass of water and took a big sip.

Yu Qing raised an eyebrow. “But he really is a gentleman. He brought you back and told me to take good care of you. Oh, and he even bought us bird’s nest red bean porridge for a late-night snack. But since you were still asleep, I didn’t wake you. It’s in the fridge.”

Wen Yang listened.

And suddenly, she remembered what he had said last night.

Instinctively, she hugged her knees and stared into space.

Seeing her like this, Yu Qing guessed they must have talked about something deep. If Wen Yang was this lost in thought, it meant she was starting to waver.

Yu Qing smiled, got off the sofa, and went to freshen up. Then she heated up the porridge from last night, placing a bowl next to Wen Yang before digging into her own.

She didn’t pressure Wen Yang to tell her everything.

Girls were allowed to have their own little secrets.

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In the Afternoon

Wen Yang made a trip to Washington to check on a renovation project. Chen Chang and his team were working meticulously, strictly following the blueprints.

For Chen Chang, forming a renovation team and getting to collaborate with Wen Yang and Yu Qing was a huge deal. Their first project was already a large home, and the owner was rumored to be from the upper class—paying promptly and generously.

To him, it felt like striking gold. Of course, he was going to give it his best effort.

After demolishing the walls, they began installing the plumbing and electrical systems. Wen Yang had designed everything with hidden wiring.

After checking the site, Wen Yang hurried to Four Seasons Huacheng to meet a client interested in a 63-square-meter apartment. They had finally decided to move forward and specifically requested her.

This was Wen Yang’s first time doing a full home renovation. Of course, she wouldn’t be doing it alone—Yu Qing would be involved later. But all the initial client discussions were handled by Wen Yang.

The apartment was 25 years old.

It was in an older residential area with stair access only.

The original layout had two adjacent bedrooms—one with a window and one without. The grandparents and a child shared a bunk bed in one room, while the two parents and another child stayed in the master bedroom. The balcony was next to the kitchen, and the bathroom was dimly lit. The living room was slightly larger but cluttered with items. The children had to sit on a rug to do their homework because the oversized sofa took up too much space.

The dining area was almost nonexistent—the family used a foldable table when eating.

Looking at the layout and current state of the home, Wen Yang felt it would be a challenging renovation. She wasn’t sure if she could handle it alone, so she focused on discussing the homeowners’ needs and taking notes.

Midway through their conversation, the homeowner’s husband called. He spoke in a dialect over the phone, and although Wen Yang didn’t intend to eavesdrop, some of his words were similar to Mandarin, and she caught snippets of what he was saying:

“Renovate? Renovate my ass. Do we have that kind of money? These renovation companies are all scams. What’s wrong with living in it as it is now?”

The homeowner shouted into the phone, “No, I have to renovate. If you have money, contribute. If you don’t, just shut up.”

After hanging up, she looked at Wenyang, a bit embarrassed, and forced a smile. “Shall we continue?”

Wenyang smiled slightly and nodded, resuming their discussion.

When they started talking about custom cabinets, the homeowner hesitated and asked, “Excuse me, but custom furniture for the whole house must be quite expensive, right?”

Wenyang paused her pen for a moment, then looked up and smiled. “You don’t necessarily have to customize everything. We’ll design according to your needs. If you have a tight budget, you can tell us, and we’ll adjust the plans accordingly.”

The homeowner let out a sigh of relief. “That’s great. I’ll calculate the budget and let you know. Also, won’t the initial renovation cost a lot too?”

Wenyang understood what she meant and nodded. “Yes, there are some upfront costs.”

“Is there any chance of a discount?” the homeowner asked cautiously.

Wenyang looked into her eyes and gave a soft smile. “I’ll check with the team and see if we can offer any discounts.”

The homeowner’s face lit up immediately. “Thank you so much.”

Wenyang replied, “You’re welcome.”

After chatting for a bit longer, Wenyang got ready to leave. The homeowner’s child had already called for “Mom” a few times from inside. As she was about to go, the homeowner grabbed a gift box from a cabinet and handed it to Wenyang. “It’s almost New Year. These are oranges from my hometown — very sweet. Take some to eat.”

Wenyang was momentarily stunned and politely declined. “Oh no, we really can’t accept gifts from clients. It’s our job to help you. Please keep them for your kids.”

“It’s fine, it’s just a local specialty. We have plenty. Take them,” the homeowner insisted, practically shoving the box into her hands.

Flustered, Wenyang hurried into the elevator, the gift box now in her possession.

She thought to herself — accepting this gift might make it awkward if the homeowner pushes too hard for a discount later.

Back at the studio, Wenyang told Yuqing about the situation. Yuqing, chewing on a pen while sketching, said, “We really shouldn’t accept gifts. It makes it harder to refuse their requests later.”

Wenyang nodded. “True.”

Taking the pen out of her mouth, Yuqing glanced at Wenyang. “By the way, time flies — it’s almost New Year.”

Wenyang paused. “Yeah, it really does.”

Time waits for no one. From summer to winter, autumn seemed to pass in a blink without anyone noticing the leaves turn red. Recently, Nancheng welcomed a cold snap — as if preparing for the holiday season.

That evening, Wenyang was still at the studio when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen — it was Fu Xingzhou calling.

She froze for a second, then set her pen down and answered.

Fu Xingzhou’s voice was smooth. “Are you still at the studio?”

“Yeah,” Wenyang replied softly.

“I’ll come pick you up. I want to take you somewhere.”

Wenyang blinked. “Where?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

She let out a small “Oh” and said, “Okay, let me pack up.”

“No rush,” he reassured her.

After hanging up, Wenyang looked at her computer screen for a moment, then started saving her designs. She went to the bathroom, washed her hands, and dabbed on some lipstick. Realizing what she was doing, she hesitated for a beat — then added a bit more.

She grabbed a scarf on her way out — the cold weather had set in, so it was time to layer up.

About ten minutes later, Fu Xingzhou called again — he was downstairs.

Wenyang picked up her bag, locked the office, and headed down. She spotted him standing by his car — wearing a white shirt and long pants. He was tall and poised, and when he saw her approaching, he opened the passenger door for her.

Her expression softened as she walked toward him.

It was the same car from the photography exhibition.

Once seated, Wenyang glanced at him and asked again, “Where are we going?”

Fu Xingzhou gripped the steering wheel, his wristwatch black and sleek. “You’ll know when we get there.”

She didn’t press further.

He looked at her briefly. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes,” she replied, then asked, “What about you?”

“I have too,” he said.

She nodded softly.

About thirty minutes later, the car pulled into the outskirts of town. In the distance, Wenyang saw an enormous building — like a sports stadium — sitting at the foot of a mountain. The surrounding structures were beautiful, almost resembling luxury hotels.

The car came to a stop.

Stepping out, Wenyang realized just how massive the building was — it seemed as large as two golf courses combined. Fu Xingzhou grabbed a coat from the back seat, slipping it on as he walked over to her.

He looked effortlessly stylish in the black coat — almost like a celebrity.

He swiped a card, and the doors opened.

As soon as they entered, Wenyang was stunned. It was an indoor snow park — artificial snowflakes were falling softly. In the distance, a few people were skiing, and there was even a pavilion where guests were brewing hot tea — enjoying it in the snow.

She stood there in shock.

Noticing her reaction, Fu Xingzhou’s eyes filled with amusement. “Do you like it?”

Their gazes met, and Wenyang nodded. “I do… I just didn’t expect Nancheng to have a place like this.”

He guided her toward the pavilion. Snowflakes landed on her hair, and she adjusted her scarf, reaching out to catch a snowflake in her palm. It felt so real — though she’d never actually seen real snow before.

Fu Xingzhou poured tea at the pavilion while Wenyang set her bag down and wandered into the snowy area. She watched the snowflakes drift down from the artificial sky — so lifelike, she could barely tell they weren’t real.

She wished she’d brought her camera — the scenery was breathtaking.

Fu Xingzhou, noticing how much fun she was having, walked over after making the tea.

When the snowflakes landed in her palm, the heat from her skin melted them instantly. She looked up at him and asked, “How did they do this?”

He smirked. “Technology changes everything.”

She chuckled softly. “True.”

A snowflake had settled on the tip of her nose.

Without hesitation, Fu Xingzhou reached out and adjusted her scarf, pulling it slightly over her head. “Be careful — you don’t want to catch a cold,” he said softly.

“I won’t,” she replied.

His gaze lingered on her, a faint smile in his eyes.

Suddenly — a snowball flew toward them.

Reacting quickly, Fu Xingzhou grabbed Wenyang’s wrist and pulled her forward. She stumbled into his chest, her chin brushing against the collar of his coat — and with a “thud”, a giant snowball smacked against her shoe.

“Hey, big boss — who’s this?” a playful voice called from behind.

Wenyang steadied herself, then looked up.

Fu Xingzhou lowered his gaze, their faces close — the white snow surrounding them.

A snowflake fell onto his hair… another onto her nose.

It was as if one snowflake had split in half — and each of them caught a piece.

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Sansukini: This is the most open and sweetest (without being cheesy) ML I’ve ever read in a Cnovel. When she mentioned that he was composed even when he felt angry when he knew that his wife cheated on him, I thought, weren’t you the same? She moved on really fast, imo. It was like she was only depressed for awhile, then life presented an opportunity to her in the form of her friend getting hospitalized and taken advantage of, so they both started their own business and got busy. But, I think, even without that situation, she would still be able to move on quickly because of her personality. So, in a way, I think her and Fu Xingzhou are the same type of people. Well, not just because of the reasons above, but because they’re both decisive and doesn’t dawdle when they want something done. Thus, a short and sweet courtship period.

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