When Fu Zhenning's call came in, Fu Mingyu was leaning against the kitchen door watching Wen Nuan cook.
The aroma of home-cooked meals filled the air, and in front of him was Wen Nuan's graceful silhouette, occasionally gifting him with her sweet smile.
Outside, snow was swirling, but inside was warm and cozy. Fu Mingyu felt this winter was the happiest and warmest period in his nearly thirty years of life.
And Fu Mingyu firmly believed that the future would be even happier.
Seeing Fu Zhenning's name appear on the screen, Fu Mingyu turned and walked toward the living room, answering the call, "Hello?"
"Come back this weekend, I have something to ask you."
With a hint of seriousness in his voice, Fu Zhenning said solemnly.
"What is it? Just tell me now instead of waiting for the weekend. I'm quite busy now."
Speaking softly, Fu Mingyu added a log of fruit fragrant wood to the fireplace.
