After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

Lan Yujuan got a new phone, just like receiving a new gift.

The gloom that had hung over my heart at dusk vanished instantly, leaving only joy in my eyes and brows.

Back in the residential complex, after parking the car in the underground garage, Chen Mo naturally took her hand again.

The two chatted as they walked toward the elevator.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Chen Mo smiled and asked:

"It's just a new phone, and you're this happy?"

Lan Yujuan nodded without hesitation and said happily:

"Yes, of course!"

"I really love this new phone; it was a gift from you!"

The ancients said, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise," and this has never been wrong.

"You only get a new phone when your old one breaks!"

The same phone, almost identical sales scenarios, but the two men paying the bill were completely different.

A few months ago, she wanted to get as much money as possible from her ex-husband before the divorce.

So she tried every means to spend money and get her ex-husband to pay for it.

When she used the phone she had broken before, in her mind it was nothing more than a communication tool.

She didn't even want to recall the scene when she first got that phone.

Every time she recalls that scene, it only makes her feel worse.

But this time, when Chen Mo took the initiative to take her to buy a phone, her feelings were completely different.

For the first time, Lan Yujuan experienced the feeling of being cared for and cherished when receiving a gift.

The two entered the elevator. After Chen Mo swiped his card and pressed the floor button, he casually wrapped his other hand around hers, which was being held, and whispered:

"So, you like receiving gifts."

Lan Yujuan watched the elevator ascend and laughed crisply:

"Of course! Who doesn't like receiving gifts?"

Speaking of gifts, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't yet chosen a wedding gift for Qin Zhang and Li Rui.

"Oh no, how could I forget something so important!" Lan Yujuan slapped her forehead, annoyed.

Immediately, she began asking Chen Mo about it.

"Chen Mo, my brother Qin Zhang is getting married this Friday. Have you decided what gift to give him?"

As they exited the elevator, Chen Mo took her hand and expertly opened the door to room 802, turning to look at her with a smile and teasingly saying:

"Aren't we a couple?"

"The gift you give is the gift I give."

"When the time comes, you can go ahead and give the gifts, and I'll just follow behind you."

Lan Yujuan took a deep breath and slowly said:

"But I've been busy with renovations lately and haven't decided what gift to give them yet..."

Chen Mo bent down to get her slippers and said without hesitation:

"Then you can just follow behind me."

"When we give each other gifts, let's put our names together."

As Lan Yujuan helped him change his shoes, she smiled and gently patted his shoulder.

"You're really something!"

Just a moment ago, the two were discussing serious matters.

But as Chen Mo half-squatted down in front of her to help her change her shoes, he looked up and gazed at her.

Their eyes began to exchange long, suggestive glances, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

"Me, really?...How could I possibly be good at it?"

The moment Chen Mo stood up, he pinned her against the entryway cabinet.

Lan Yujuan instinctively stepped back, bracing her hands against the cabinet door behind her.

Chen Mo's body moved closer little by little, his arms outstretched on either side of the cabinet, tightly encircling her in his embrace.

Lan Yujuan bit her lower lip lightly and looked up at Chen Mo.

At that moment, she knew she was very nervous, and her heartbeat was gradually slipping out of her control, but she still followed her heart and met that burning gaze.

Are you hungry right now?

Chen Mo's firm lips gently brushed against the corner of her lips as he asked seductively.

The spot where her lips had touched felt slightly itchy, and Lan Yujuan subconsciously pursed her lips, her eyes seeming to ignite with a flame.

She straightened her arms, braced herself against the cabinet door, stood on tiptoe, and returned Chen Mo's kiss.

Then she closed her eyes, leaned close to his ear, and whispered:

"I haven't had dinner, so I'm a bit hungry."

"However, I still want to eat you first..."

Before Chen Mo could react, her lips brushed lightly against his ear.

Chen Mo, who was supporting her, was visibly tensing up.

The next second, Chen Mo lifted her up easily, and Lan Yujuan sat on the entryway cabinet by the door.

A deluge of kisses overwhelmed her instantly.

From the doorway to the bedroom, the two were entangled, and their clothes were scattered all over the floor.

With her last shred of clarity, Lan Yujuan softly reminded him:

"Wait a minute, we haven't showered yet."

"it is good."

Chen Mo paused for only a moment before leading her to push open the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, steam rises from the floor-to-ceiling glass mirror, vaguely reflecting overlapping human figures.

*

When Lan Yujuan opened her eyes again, she seemed to smell the aroma of noodles; she had been woken up by hunger.

She had just gotten ready to get out of bed when she saw the pajamas neatly folded along the edge of the bed.

After getting dressed, Lan Yujuan headed straight for the kitchen.

Chen Mo was busy in the kitchen, and as if by telepathy, he turned around and looked at her with a smile just as she was about to knock on the door.

"Are you awake?"

Lan Yujuan pushed open the kitchen door, reached out and hugged Chen Mo from behind, her arms around his waist.

"Mmm, smells so good!"

Chen Mo picked up a spoon, scooped up a small half-spoon of clear soup, and fed it to her lips.

"Have a taste first."

Lan Yujuan looked at the spoonful of soup with curiosity, but before drinking it, she didn't think much of it.

This soup looks bland and watery, how delicious can it be?

Who would have thought that the moment you take a sip, the rich broth melts in your mouth, it's so delicious it'll make your eyebrows fall off!

A simple bowl of clear soup noodles, with a few green vegetables garnished on top, looks quite unremarkable.

But when the noodles were served, Lan Yujuan ate two whole bowls, soup and all, in one go.

"It's delicious!"

After reluctantly putting down her chopsticks, Lan Yujuan couldn't help but give Chen Mo a thumbs up.

"Brother Qin Zhang wasn't lying! The noodles you make are so much better than those in restaurants!"

Chen Mo looked at her, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

"As long as it tastes good."

"If you want to eat this anytime, just let me know. I'll make it for you when I have time."

Lan Yujuan nodded repeatedly, without any hesitation, "Yes, okay."

To be honest, she couldn't make it taste like that.

After eating and drinking her fill, Lan Yujuan lay on the sofa for a little while longer.

When Chen Mo finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen, she tidied up a bit.

She picked up her things and prepared to go home, waving and smiling at him as she walked out.

"It's getting late, you should get some rest too!"

Chen Mo stood at the kitchen doorway, his apron only half-undone, when he was already dumbfounded.

"You're leaving?"