422 Perfume on His Suit

Fu Sinian stood at the door with a suit on his arm, looking refined and noble.

He did not respond. He looked at her in silence.

Shi Qian scratched his head awkwardly and quickly took a step back. “Come in.”

Fu Sinian strode in and frowned at the small house. It was smaller than he had imagined.

The living room was not even as big as the foyer where he lived.

Shi Qian also felt that Fu Sinian looked out of place in this house. Seeing the environment here, he probably wouldn’t stay for long.

“Young Master Fu, have you eaten?” Shi Qian asked softly.

“No,” Fu Sinian replied.

“Then I’ll make you some noodles.”

“Where’s the bathroom? I want to take a shower first,” Fu Sinian said bluntly.

Shi Qian was stunned for a moment before she came back to her senses and pointed in the direction of her bedroom.

Fu Sinian threw his suit on the sofa and headed for the bedroom.

Shi Qian turned around and went to the kitchen. She took out the ingredients that she had just prepared and made a bowl of noodles.

After the noodles were made, Fu Sinian also walked out of the bathroom. He was only wearing a towel.

This bath towel was also Shi Qian’s.

Shi Qian opened her mouth, but stopped herself.

Even if she didn’t want to see Fu Sinian only wearing a towel, she couldn’t do anything about it, because there were no other clothes for him to change into.

“Have some noodles first,” Shi Qian said.

Whether Fu Sinian wanted to stay or not later, she couldn’t let him wear a towel in front of her!

She quickly washed and dried his clothes.

Shi Qian walked to the sofa and picked up Fu Sinian’s suit.

The suit smelled of a woman’s perfume.

She did not deliberately smell it, and the smell wafted out.

This smell was a little familiar.

She had smelled this fragrance on Su Ruoqing before.

She put away the suit and turned to go to the bathroom to get a few other pieces.

Fu Sinian looked at the busy figure and felt a trace of warmth in his heart.

A normal family should have such a calm and warm life, right?

This feeling was pure and sweet.

Fu Sinian’s clothes were all very expensive and couldn’t be thrown directly into the washing machine. When she washed them with her hands, she suddenly felt like there was something in the pocket of his suit.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out something.

A pair of lace underwear.

Her breathing stopped for a moment, and she immediately threw the thing in her hand aside.

Then, she saw a few lipstick marks on the front of Fu Sinian’s white shirt.

A vivid image immediately appeared in her mind.

Shi Qian felt a little stifled and disgusted. She picked up the underwear and threw it into the trash can.

She turned to look in Fu Sinian’s direction.

So, this was why Fu Sinian had been delayed for so long on the way?

Then why did he come to her?

Fu Sinian had just finished eating when he got up and walked over to Shi Qian. When he realized that Shi Qian was washing his clothes, his heart was filled with warmth again.

“There’s no need to wash the clothes. Chen Song will send a set over tomorrow morning.”

“I’m done.” Shi Qian turned around and hung the clothes into the clothes dryer.

She did not say anything about the underwear.

It was better for Fu Sinian to have another woman, so she could get away.

“You’re the first woman to wash my clothes,” Fu Sinian’s voice suddenly said.

Why was he so happy when Shi Qian washed his clothes?

“Not all dry cleaners are run by men,” Shi Qian retorted.

“It has a different meaning.” Fu Sinian pressed her shoulders and turned her around to face him.