expression, discovering that it was a novel, and a famous detective novel at that. 。Looking at this novel, she felt like she had discovered a new continent. The look in her eyes toward Lu Hanchuan wa...She wasn't a fool, of course she knew Lu Hanchuan's clothes were very expensive and couldn't be washed in the ordinary way. What if they got ruined She wouldn't be able to afford to compensate him.

I wish I hadn't said those things to him back then...

Fu Xiaoyao regretted it deeply, but things had already come to this. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and bear it. There was nothing else she could do.

"Sigh..." Letting out a breath, Fu Xiaoyao took out a bag from the drawer and folded Lu Hanzchuan's clothes neatly before putting them in the bag. She planned to ask Auntie Song for advice after work.

Aunt Song had washed clothes for Lu Hankan before, she should know how to handle it.

Thinking about this, she calmed herself slightly and returned to her desk to continue working.

As soon as it was off work in the afternoon.

Fu Xiaoyao then took her clothes and prepared to return to the villa.

As soon as she stepped out of the office, she bumped into Lu Hanchuan.

He also came out of the office, still with a piece of clothing draped over his arm.

"Lu Zong," Fu Xiaoyao greeted.

"Off work" Lu Hanchuan looked at her.

"Mmm." Fu Xiaoyao nodded.

"Let's go back together." Lu Hanchuan put on his clothes and walked towards the elevator.

Fu Xiaoyao was stunned for two seconds before quickly following him, asking in a low voice behind him, "Are you going back to the villa too You're not going to the hospital"

"What am I doing at the hospital" Lu Hanchuan pressed the elevator button.

Fu Xiaoyao looked around, "Of course, to see Miss Qi Yajiao"

Usually at this time, he would have left long ago, just to go to the hospital to accompany Qi Ya.

"No." Lu Hanchuan stepped into the elevator.

Fu Xiaoyao also walked in, "Miss Qi Ya wouldn't be unhappy, would she"

"I haven't been there for two days." Lu Hanchuan stared at the elevator door seam and replied faintly.

Fu Xiaoyao's jaw dropped in surprise, "Two days"

"Well, after I told her that, I haven't seen her again. I also try to avoid seeing her as much as possible." Lu Hanchuan's gaze swept over her face.

Unless Xiao Ya truly had something serious happen, he wouldn't go see her. For everything else, he would try his best to stay away from her.

Xia Ya should also be clear that their relationship is different from before.

Since you didn't go to see Qi Ya these two days, where did you go Fu Xiaoyao was not happy with Lu Hanzchuan's words, but instead became panicked.

He didn't go to see Qi Ya, nor did he return to the villa.

Could he be thinking of moving back to his old place, just like before

"I'm going back to the old house." Lu Hanchuan adjusted his sleeves. "Ancestor worship is coming up, and there are many things waiting for me to arrange at the old house."

"So you're not moving back to your old place" Fu Xiaoyao clasped her hands together tightly, confirming.

She suddenly felt like she had experienced the ups and downs of life in just one minute.

"I didn't move back." Lu Hanchuan nodded. "What, do you think I moved out"

"Hmm..." Fu Xiaoyao nodded her head.

Lu Hanchuan's mouth twitched slightly, "Then do you want me to move back"

"Of course not!" Fu Xiaoyao replied without hesitation.

Lu Hanchuan held his arms, looking at her with leisure, "Why"

"Because... because I haven't gotten pregnant yet." She thought for a moment, managing to squeeze out the words.

Lu Hanchuan's face instantly turned cold, "Fu Xiaoyao, it turns out that in your heart, I am just a tool for sowing!"

"No!" Fu Xiaoyao was taken aback and quickly explained, "I don't mean that, what I mean is..."

"Fine, I don't want to hear it." Lu Hanchuan pursed his lips, cutting her off.

Fu Xiaoyao's lips moved, wanting to explain further, but seeing his impassive face, she ultimately couldn't say anything.

She actually wanted to say something else, like "I love you," and "I want to live with you."

But she lacked the confidence to speak her true feelings, fearing he wouldn't believe her or care about them. So, she changed her mind and said what she did just now.

But unexpectedly, he offended him again.

Fu Xiaoyao annoyedly knocked her head, exasperated with herself. She had really talked too much!

Ding!

The elevator has arrived at your floor.

Lu Hanchuan strode out with his long legs, Fu Xiaoyao following closely behind, walking towards the parking area with him.

As she walked to the car, she opened the door and got in, fastening her seatbelt while secretly observing the man beside her.

The man still looked as cold and aloof as ever, his expression unreadable.

But Fu Xiaoyao knew, he must still be angry with her in his heart.

"Hanchuan..."

"Shut up!" Lu Hanchuan said coldly.

Fu Xiaoyao's body trembled, she quickly closed her mouth and dared not speak a word.

Lu Hanchuan shifted into gear and started the car.

The whole journey was silent. By the time we got back to the villa, it was already 7 o'clock.

Fu Xiaoyao's stomach rumbled with hunger, but luckily Aunt Song had prepared dinner early.

After dinner, Lu Hanchuan left her alone in the living room and went upstairs.

Fu Xiaoyao's small mouth was slightly pouted, "Still angry..."

Song Yi, hearing this, curiously asked, "Madam, did you have a quarrel with your husband"

"No." She shook her head.

"Why haven't you said a word all evening" Aunt Song looked upstairs.

Fu Xiaoyao, feeling guilty, lowered her eyes. "Because I was foolish and said things that offended him."

What did you say

Fu Xiaoyao bit her lip and didn't answer.

How could she have the face to say such things.

Aunt Song saw that she wasn't saying anything, so she smiled gently. "If you don't want to say it, it's fine. I'll go clean up the kitchen."

"Wait, Aunt Song." Fu Xiaoyao hurried to stop her.

"Mrs. Song, is there anything else" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Yes." Fu Xiaoyao picked up the bag on the sofa. "I got Hanchuan's clothes dirty, they have a lot of coffee stains on them, and I don't know how to deal with it. Auntie Song, do you have any ideas"

"Let me see how dirty it is." Aunt Song took the bag and took out the clothes.

After reading it, she pondered for a few seconds, "It's alright, not particularly serious."

"So, it can be washed clean" Fu Xiaoyao looked at her in surprise.

Aunt Song hummed in response, "Okay, I'll wash it."

"No way!" Fu Xiaoyao snatched the clothes back and held them to her chest. "It's my fault, I can just wash it myself, Auntie Song, please tell me how."

Aunt Song looked at her holding the dirty clothes, with the same expression as if she were holding a priceless treasure, and immediately smiled knowingly. "Very good, very good," she said. "Listen to me, first soak it in warm water for half an hour..."

Aunt Song told Fu Xiaoyao how to clean, and Fu Xiaoyao seriously remembered it.

As soon as Auntie Song returned to the kitchen, she immediately went to the laundry room to put it into practice.

After an hour or so of hard work, Lu Hanchuan's clothes were finally clean and dry.

Fu Xiaoyao looked at the white shirt that had already been restored, and a sense of pride surged in her heart.

I wonder if Lu Hanchuan will praise her after seeing this

Thinking about it, Fu Xiaoyao couldn't help but feel a glimmer of anticipation in her heart.

She carefully hung up her clothes and walked out of the laundry room, wiping her hands.

In the living room, Song yi saw her return and immediately beckoned her over, "Madam, come here quickly, let me take your measurements."

"Size" Fu Xiaoyao walked over, completely puzzled.

Auntie Song took a soft tape measure and measured her, "Yes, the Lu family wears special clothes for ancestor worship, Madam. You don't have one, so I'll take your measurements and have someone make it for you."

"I see now," Fu Xiaoyao understood, relaxing her arms so Song Auntie could measure her more easily.

"Alright." Auntie Song measured the dimensions and picked up a pen and paper to write them down.

Fu Xiaoyao shook her somewhat sore arm and walked to the sofa, pouring herself a glass of water. "By the way, Auntie Song, I haven't asked you yet, what should I do for the Lu family's ancestral rites"r vomit."Ouch ouch ouch" Fu Xiaoyao dodged but was still tackled, stumbling a few steps before landing on her butt with a thump. The impact made her gasp in pain.While Tang Yi lay sprawled at her feet...