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The statement had clearly defined the division of labor in the household. An Nuan was still a bit dazed, trying to process it.
"I... I only said I could cook tomorrow, not that I would do it all the time. Wasn't I clear enough?"
Just as she opened her mouth, ready to speak, Ye Yunfeng moved first.
He set down his chopsticks and slowly stood up, looking quite pleased. He patted her head encouragingly and said, "Just stay home and cook; I'll take care of the rest."
"I'm not good at cooking," An Nuan protested, desperately trying to escape this burdensome task.
Cooking occasionally could be fun, but doing it every day was a different story. Moreover, serving someone as precious as him made her nervous. What if she messed up and ruined his appetite?
"As long as it suits my taste, that's enough," Ye Yunfeng replied coldly, leaving her with a hint of displeasure in his voice at her reluctance. Watching him walk away from the dining room, Nuan felt utterly helpless.
When he had been silent during dinner, she worried that her cooking skills were too poor; now that he had assigned her the task of cooking, she felt reluctant again.
Oh well, never mind. She decided not to think too much about it; first things first—fill her stomach and deal with everything else later.
After hastily finishing a bowl of rice, Nuan cleaned up the dishes and put them away in the cupboard. Then she sat on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, staring blankly into space.
She had no interest in what was playing on the television; now that she was full, she needed to consider where she would live.
There were quite a few rooms here, and Ye Yunfeng wouldn't expect her to share one with him, would he?
Although they had just registered their marriage today, making them newlyweds...
Her mind was racing with thoughts, and after a long, tiring day, she unknowingly dozed off against the sofa.
She didn't even notice when Ye Yunfeng sat down beside her.
The phone on the coffee table buzzed, startling An Nuan awake. She saw a long, slender, pale hand with distinct knuckles holding her phone out to her.
An Nuan glanced at the number on the screen and quickly answered.
"Shuo Shuo."
"I'm not Shuo Shuo; I'm her friend. Are you Lu An Nuan? You need to come to ex Bar right now. Shuo Shuo has been beaten up."
"Beaten up?"
An Nuan asked in surprise. Although Shuo Shuo had a fiery temper, she was always very measured in her actions. She had been handling An Nuan's management matters for a long time without any issues; how could she suddenly get into trouble?
"Yes, please hurry over. I can't explain everything over the phone."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
An Nuan listened to the beeping sound of the call being disconnected and quickly stood up, ready to leave. Night Yunfeng also got up and asked, "Where are you going?"
"To the ex Bar. Shuo Shuo has been beaten."
"I'll take you."
Night Yunfeng strode to the door, changed his shoes, and grabbed a jacket.
An Nuan nodded eagerly.
If Night Yunfeng could take her, it would save a lot of time. This wasn't the moment to hesitate.
In the underground parking garage, as soon as they exited the elevator, a chilling wind rushed in mercilessly.
An Nuan shivered slightly, and Night Yunfeng draped his jacket over her shoulders. An Nuan instinctively turned to look at him, but he acted as if nothing had happened and pulled her into the car.
The vehicle shot out like an arrow, and before long, they arrived at the ex Bar.
Inside the bar, the raucous atmosphere was ignited to its peak with flashing lights. An Nuan had no mind to appreciate the wild and fiery dances; she swiftly navigated through the crowd. Her gaze swept across a corner where she spotted someone who looked disheveled yet resembled Shuo Shuo. An Nuan hurriedly rushed over.
"Shuo Shuo."
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