Taking the exclusive elevator to leave the Fu Group, Fu Mingyu drove Wen Nuan to a private restaurant in the east of the city to enjoy a lamb hotpot.
In the snowy winter, nothing feels more comforting than a hotpot.
Thin slices of lamb, dipped in the aromatic broth, could be scooped out instantly, tender and smooth, making one almost want to swallow their tongue.
Colorful vegetables, sweet and crispy, accompanied by occasional sips of plum juice, provided a refreshing tang.
Although Fu Mingyu didn't favor hotpot, seeing Wen Nuan's satisfied expression made his heart feel as full as his stomach.
The feeling of happiness is just like this.
After the meal, they returned to the Imperial Mansion.
The doormen at the security room of the residential area, upon seeing Fu Mingyu's car, opened the gates early. Just as Fu Mingyu was about to step on the gas, the car screeched to a sudden stop.
Wen Nuan, who was dozing off in the passenger seat, hit her head against the window.
