Watching Su Qingnuan's excited expression, Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow and said with a faint smile, "Not bad."
Under his calm gaze, Su Qingnuan gradually composed herself.
"Apologies, Mr. Fu, I lost my composure." Su Qingnuan said softly.
Fu Yihan said nothing, setting down the empty bowl.
"It's fine. I still have some documents to handle."
"Got it, got it!" Su Qingnuan quickly took the empty bowl, smiling as she said, "You stay busy. I'll head out now."
"Mm."
Su Qingnuan walked out of the study with light, careful steps.
As the door clicked shut, Fu Yihan raised his head, catching a glimpse of the figure disappearing behind the door.
Rubbing his now slightly full abdomen, Fu Yihan couldn't help but think that living such a simple daily life wasn't so bad after all.
The pen in his hand started to twirl unconsciously.
A habit of spinning the pen, forgotten for a long time, returned once more.
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