When Fu Mingyu returned to Imperial Mansion, the moment he pushed the door open, he smelled the aroma of home-cooked food drifting through the air.
The keep-your-distance aura on him, that had spread out because of his anger, instantly vanished without a trace.
Letting out a light breath, Fu Mingyu changed his shoes and went to the dining room.
Wen Nuan was bringing out the dishes. Seeing Fu Mingyu, she broke into a smile and said, "You're back just in time. Go wash your hands, we're about to eat…"
"Okay."
Replying softly, Fu Mingyu didn't actually do as told. He walked over slowly and pulled Wen Nuan into his arms.
Feeling the chill he'd brought back from outside, Wen Nuan pressed her cheek to his with a smile and asked gently, "What's wrong? Did Grandma scold you again?"
