Chapter 58: CPU Master

“Don’t go out yet.” Fan Xia stood up unhurriedly: “Leave this matter to me to handle.”

Rong Xiu’s eyes were puzzled, but he didn’t object, obediently nodding his head.

As soon as the receptionist left the office, she immediately saw Wen Lan Sheng standing not far away, peering inside.

“Sir, this is the office area. You can’t enter. Director Fan’s assistant will be out shortly,” the receptionist said as she hurried over.

Wen Lan Sheng smiled apologetically and apologized in a low voice: “I’m sorry, it’s my first time coming to a place like this. I was curious about senior Rong Xiu’s office and wanted to take a look. Is that Rong Xiu’s office up ahead?”

Hearing this, the receptionist realized that Wen Lan Sheng was not only Director Fan’s husband but also called the chairman ‘senior’, indicating they had known each other for a long time and might even have a close relationship.

As a receptionist with no background, she didn’t dare to contradict someone like him, and immediately said: “Yes, that’s the office area for the Chairman, Director Fan, and Secretary Zhuang. Please have a seat, I’ll get you a cup of coffee.”

Wen Lan Sheng smiled warmly and kindly: “Thank you.”

The receptionist shook her head, indicating it was no trouble, and went to the pantry to pour coffee.

Soon after, footsteps were heard from afar, and Fan Xia walked out alone.

The moment Wen Lan Sheng saw Fan Xia, the joy of reunion crawled densely over his heart.

“Xia Xia,” Wen Lan Sheng stepped forward and hugged her.

Fan Xia didn’t hug him back, but she didn’t push him away either. She only asked coldly: “Why are you here?”

Wen Lan Sheng held her hand and whispered: “I… I came to tell you that my dad, my mom, and Wen Jing, they’ve all moved out. They won’t come back anymore. Xia Xia, our home has returned to its original state, back to our happy little nest. Please don’t… don’t stay out anymore, okay? Come home with me.”

The receptionist came out of the pantry carrying coffee, saw the two embracing, and didn’t know whether to approach or retreat.

Fan Xia pulled him to the elevator area, her tone impatient: “You should go back.”

“No, I won’t leave.” Wen Lan Sheng clung to her hand, his voice carrying a soft, crying tone: “Xia Xia, what I said is true. For you, I’ve already cut ties with my family. Xia Xia, I really only have you now, don’t abandon me.”

Fan Xia sighed helplessly: “You’ve said these words to me before, but what happened later? Your parents moved out, but not long after, they moved back in. Five people living in a small two-bedroom apartment, that home was so uncomfortable it suffocated me. I won’t go back.”

“Xia Xia, I’m really not lying to you this time. I really drove them all away. I’ve cleared out their luggage too. I’ve cleaned the whole house inside and out. Xia Xia, come back with me and see, it’s really back to how it used to be.” Wen Lan Sheng pleaded, sobbing softly.

Fan Xia frowned: “Don’t cry here. This is the company. If people see, they’ll think I’m bullying you.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Wen Lan Sheng quickly wiped away his tears, his slightly red eyes looking pitiful, touching the softest part of one’s heart.

Fan Xia was silent for a moment, then asked: “They’ve really all left? They won’t come back?”

Wen Lan Sheng nodded quickly: “They really won’t. My mom asked me for money today, and I didn’t even lend it to her. Xia Xia, I’ve realized my mistake. Since I’m your man, I shouldn’t put too much thought into my original family, shouldn’t use your money to help them. I’ve reflected on this, and I absolutely won’t make this mistake again. Xia Xia, please forgive me, okay?”

As he spoke, Wen Lan Sheng took out his phone: “I took photos after cleaning the house. Look, this is how our home used to look. Now it’s exactly the same as before. Xia Xia, look.”

Fan Xia glanced at the photos. Indeed, Wen Lan Sheng had meticulously cleaned up. Even the positions of the small ornaments on the coffee table were exactly the same as before. Without the annoying Wen Ming Yue couple, her home was no longer in a mess.

Fan Xia’s lips finally showed a hint of relaxation. She said: “Then I’ll come and take a look after work tonight.”

These words instantly ignited hope in Wen Lan Sheng. He was excited and nodded eagerly: “Okay! I’ll… I’ll go back now and prepare dinner.”

Fan Xia nodded and pressed the elevator button: “I’ll see you down.”

During the small lunch break rush, all elevators in the group building, whether for guests or goods, were somewhat congested. But there was one exception – Rong Xiu’s exclusive elevator, which only he could ride, and later became exclusive to him and her.

The elevator arrived quickly, and the two entered together. Without frequent stops and no unrelated outsiders, Fan Xia’s state relaxed.

Her fingertip wiped away a crystal tear from the corner of Wen Lan Sheng’s eye, and she asked: “You just said your mom came to borrow money from you today?”

Wen Lan Sheng nodded: “Mm.”

“How much did she borrow?”

“My mom asked me to lend her 150,000, but don’t worry, Xia Xia, I didn’t give her a single cent.” Wen Lan Sheng nervously observed Fan Xia’s expression, afraid of angering her again. Now he was like a startled bird, his words and actions were like walking on a tightrope, afraid that one wrong step would push Fan Xia away again, just when he had barely won her back.

“Although your mom lost 500,000 and gambled away all her savings, there’s no need to borrow so much money.” Fan Xia’s fingertip floated lightly from the corner of his eye to the tip of his chin, her fingertip hooking the soft flesh under his chin, intimate as if they had never quarreled.

Wen Lan Sheng hadn’t felt Fan Xia’s initiative tenderness for too long. The immense joy shook in his brain, making it impossible to think: “I don’t know why either, she just suddenly came to find me today.”

“Perhaps it’s because Wen Jing has caused some trouble outside again and needs money to compensate. She’s good for nothing except causing trouble.” Fan Xia said coldly.

Wen Lan Sheng noticed the disgust in her eyes and immediately agreed: “It must be. My mom’s monthly salary is enough for her and dad to spend. It must be her causing trouble outside.”

“So you can’t get involved in this, understand?” Fan Xia looked down at him, her black eyes as moist and moving as if soaked in water.

Wen Lan Sheng nodded cautiously: “I understand.”

A long-absent smile blossomed on Fan Xia’s always cool face. She kissed the corner of his mouth, her eyes clear as a water mirror, reflecting his image: “That’s right.”

Wen Lan Sheng stared blankly at Fan Xia’s smile, smiling along with her, his tightly clenched heart finally able to completely relax.

“Lan Sheng, no matter how I am outside, in my heart, the only person qualified to be my husband is you.” Fan Xia stared at him intently, her gentle brows and eyes embracing him like mountains.

Hearing the hidden meaning in Fan Xia’s words, Wen Lan Sheng’s eyes reddened again.

Under Rong Xiu’s repeated stimulation, his heart had become as fragile as paper, startled at the slightest movement, restless and uneasy. Now Fan Xia’s words were like a breeze, blowing away the shadows hovering in his heart, while also ruffling the lake of his grievances, making him lean on her shoulder, aggrieved and bitter.

“I once thought about getting along well with your parents and sister, but as you’ve seen, they took a mile when given an inch, pushing me step by step. I was forced with no other choice before I did this.” Fan Xia said while gently stroking his slightly trembling thin back.

“I know.” Wen Lan Sheng’s voice was intermittent, his face buried in her clothes, greedily inhaling her scent.

Fan Xia played with his soft short hair, continuing: “Actually, I’m doing this for your own good. Your parents are too greedy, not satisfied with taking advantage of you, they even ordered you around, while holding the useless Wen Jing in the palm of their hands. What normal woman would choose to marry into such a family? Nowadays, women hate it most when their husband’s family has a sister complex. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.” Wen Lan Sheng’s heart felt like it had been pricked, slowly oozing blood, the pain dull yet clear.

“So it’s better to cut ties with your family early. You won’t be dragged down by such a family of bloodsuckers. We can live our little life behind closed doors. When the new house is ready, we’ll move there, and rent out this apartment. It can easily rent for five or six thousand a month. We can use that money to buy you more skincare products. Isn’t that better than feeding the ungrateful Wen Jing?”

Before Wen Lan Sheng could speak, Fan Xia continued: “Of course, I know you don’t care about these few thousand yuan, and neither do I.”

Her hand slowly moved to his lower abdomen: “What I really care about is, now that your parents are gone, you won’t have to work so hard anymore, worrying about their messes. You can get pregnant with my child sooner.”

Wen Lan Sheng raised his head, tears in his eyes, glistening: “Okay… okay…”

He was almost crying too hard to speak, his hand tightly gripping Fan Xia’s wrist, firmly pressing it against his flat abdomen: “Xia Xia, I want so badly to have your child. Xia Xia, do you know? I regret it so much. I shouldn’t have aborted that child back then. If we had given birth to her then, she would be in first grade now.”

“Xia Xia, I’ve been thinking about that child all these years. I’ve dreamed about her many times. I even secretly gave her a name, called her Jia Jia.” Large tears rolled down, Wen Lan Sheng’s expression seemed a bit abnormal: “I shouldn’t have aborted Jia Jia for the sake of my studies back then. Otherwise, I think I would have been a father by now. I regret it so much, Xia Xia, I really regret it so much.”

Fan Xia kissed Wen Lan Sheng’s tear-filled eyes with cold eyes: “It’s alright, Lan Sheng, we’ll have another child soon… As long as there are no annoying things disturbing you, you’ll get pregnant again soon.”

Wen Lan Sheng nodded, crying.

Fan Xia wiped away his tears: “During this time, it’s been because of your parents and your sister’s issues that have been disturbing us. If it weren’t for them causing trouble for us, you might already be pregnant by now.”

Wen Lan Sheng blankly stroked his belly.

“So for this period of time, don’t contact those people. Don’t answer their calls. If they come to find you, you must get my permission before interacting with them. Lan Sheng, I’m doing this for your own good. Only this way can we have a happy future together.” Fan Xia stroked his hair, her eyes unfathomable.

Wen Lan Sheng looked at Fan Xia through his misty tears, his mind already imagining the happy future of their family of three. He nodded obediently.