Chapter 112: A Different Kind of Charm

l need to be careful.""What do you mean" Lu Hanchuan heard something, his eyes narrowed, "Didn't you find out something"Fu Xiaoyao remained silent for a few seconds before nodding. "Yes, I know some i...Fu Xiaoyao cried with a mournful face, "I forgot to bring pajamas..."

"Is it such a big deal" Lu Hanchuan frowned.

She said "Oh, no," and he thought something was wrong.

"Hmm... I don't know what to wear tonight." Fu Xiaoyao covered her face with both hands, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

He had clearly gone upstairs to get dressed for the ancestral rites. The clothes for the ceremony were all ready, so how could he have possibly forgotten his pajamas

My memory is terrible! Fu Xiaoyao scolded herself in her heart.

Lu Hánchuan also gave her a look of contempt, "What ambition!"

He walked to the closet and took out a white shirt from inside, throwing it to her.

Fu Xiaoyao scrambled to catch it, “This is...”

"Just wear your pajamas." Lu Hanchuan replied.

"But this is your clothes!" Fu Xiaoyao exclaimed, her mouth agape in surprise.

"Not wearing it" Lu Hanchuan looked at her.

Fu Xiaoyao swallowed, "No, it's just a little...unaccustomed..."

She didn't expect him to let her wear his clothes, and it was a close-fitting shirt.

"Since you're not used to it, then just hang it back up." Lu Hanchuan retracted his gaze and no longer looked at her.

Fu Xiaoyao hurriedly hugged her clothes, "I don't need to hang it back up, I'll get used to it soon."

After saying that, she quickly darted into the bathroom.

She finally had the chance to wear his clothes, she wouldn't miss it for anything.

Fu Xiaoyao closed the bathroom door and let out a soft sigh, then lowered her head to look at the shirt in her arms.

The shirt, held in her embrace, already had several visible wrinkles. She quickly unfolded it and hung it up, pulling on the wrinkled parts to smooth them out.

Fortunately, the shirt was silk. She pulled it a few times and smoothed out the wrinkles. She smiled faintly, thinking of something, and secretly glanced at the bathroom door. Seeing that it was closed, she dared to stretch her neck and sniff the scent on the shirt.

She thought she would be able to smell the man's lingering scent or perfume, but after sniffing for a long time, there was no smell on it at all.

Only then did she realize that this shirt Lu Hánchuan had never worn before, it was brand new.

She was both disappointed and somewhat embarrassed.

To her disappointment, she couldn't find any trace of Lu Hanchuan on his shirt. Embarrassingly, she had just been sniffing around like a crazed fan!

"Mmm..." Fu Xiaoyao covered her flushed and hot face, humming with shame.

At least the bathroom was empty. She shut the door.

If Lü Hánchuan saw what she had just done, he would probably be very disgusted!

Fu Xiaoyao squatted down and slowly adjusted her state of mind. When her face was no longer flushed and her heart was no longer embarrassed, she stood up and took off her clothes to take a bath.

Ten minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom wearing Lu Hánchuan's shirt, "Hánchuan..."

Lu Hánchuan heard the sound and raised his head from the book, stunned. His eyes suddenly saw nothing but the figure walking towards him.

Only then did Fu Xiaoyao walk over wearing his shirt. His shirt was too big for her, loose and baggy on her slender frame, just like a child stealing an adult's clothes. She had to hold the collar tightly to prevent it from slipping off her shoulders.

But the hem of her shirt revealed her two white, long legs. The whiteness was so dazzling that one couldn't look away. Her hair was wet and plastered to her shoulders, and her small face, as big as a palm, still had two patches of redness on it. Just looking at her made one feel like bullying her.

This was the first time Lu Hankan had seen such a Fu Xiaoyao.

Even though Mingming's appearance wasn't particularly striking on a normal day, now she possessed a different kind of charm.

This woman, it seems, is not as bad as he thought.

Thinking of this, Lu Hanchuan's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple twitched involuntarily.

He just stared at her with such intensity that Fu Xiaoyao's whole body was tense. She clutched at her collar with one hand and tugged at the hem of her skirt with the other, "Hanchuan, I'm done washing."

"Hmm." Lu Hánchuan responded in a raspy voice.

Fu Xiaoyao looked at the book in his hand, "Are you going to take a bath now"

"Wait a moment, you sleep first." Lu Hanchuan turned a page of his book.

Fu Xiaoyao let out an "Oh," and said, "Then I'll sleep first. You should go to sleep early too."

"Okay."

Fu Xiaoyao stopped speaking and walked to the bedside.

A hair dryer was right on the bedside table. She picked it up, plugged it in and started blow-drying her hair.

Lu Hanchuan turned his head and glanced at her. Seeing that she hadn't noticed him, he closed his book, got up, and walked towards the bathroom.

By the time he came out of the shower, Fu Xiaoyao was already lying in bed, drowsy.

He walked over and stood by the bed, looking down at her. “Fu Xiaoyao!”

Fu Xiaoyao responded with a reminder, "What's up"

"It's fine, just go to sleep." Lu Hanchuan lifted the blanket and lay down.

He just wanted to see if she was really asleep.

As soon as Fu Xiaoyao heard that the man was fine, she shifted slightly and closed her eyes to continue sleeping.

Lu Hanchuan held her in his arms and turned off the lights.

After a good night's sleep, Fu Xiaoyao was woken up the next day by the old house's maid.

When I woke up, everyone was gone.

She yawned and went to the bathroom to wash her face. When she came out, the maid was tidying up the room.

"That..." she wasn't quite sure how to address him.

The maid smiled, "If Madam has any questions, please ask!"

"Do you know where Hanchuan went" Fu Xiaoyao asked.

The servant nodded, "Young Master went to entertain the relatives of the Lu family."

"Clan relative" Fu Xiaoyao questioned.

The maid explained, "They are just the collateral branches of the Lu family."

"Well then, should I go too" Fu Xiaoyao asked uncertainly.

Lu Hannan had already gone to greet those people, as his wife, she should probably go with him too.

"Missus, you don't need to worry. The young master specifically instructed before leaving that you stay in your room and avoid any trouble with those people." The servant replied respectfully.

Fu Xiaoyao blinked. "Really, Hanchuan"

"Yes."

Fu Xiaoyao let out a breath. "I understand, thank you."

It's just as well not to entertain those people, she doesn't know any of them. Even if she went, she wouldn't know how to address them.

It's better to just stay in the room.

"Was the young mistress having breakfast in her room or in the dining room" The servant asked.

Fu Xiaoyao sat in front of her dressing table, combing her hair. "The room," she said.

"Alright." The servant replied, then turned and left.

After a while, breakfast arrived.

Fu Xiaoyao changed her clothes and started eating breakfast. Halfway through, the phone suddenly rang.

She put down her cutlery and picked up her phone for a glance. The two characters, Qi Ya, were dancing on the screen.

She furrowed her beautiful brow and didn't answer, hanging up the phone directly.

Anyway, every time Qi Ya calls, she's either asking questions or inquiring about Lu Hanchuan's whereabouts. It doesn't really matter if she hangs up.

Fu Xiaoyao put down her phone and continued eating.

Ke Qiya seemed to be taking it personally, and within two minutes, the phone rang again.

Fu Xiaoyao pouted, and decisively powered off her phone!

"Now it's quiet," she muttered.

The maid nearby, hearing this, inquired with concern, "Miss, was it a harassing call from someone"

"Mm." Fu Xiaoyao nodded.

"Should I tell the young master"

"It's nothing, really. It's not a big deal, so there's no need to tell Kanagawa about it."

"What don't you need to tell me" Lu Hanchuan's voice rang out at the door, followed closely by his tall figure walking in, also wearing a set of ancestral worship clothes.

Fu Xiaoyao carefully compared them and found that they were similar to her style, almost like a couple's outfit.

"We were on the phone, someone just called me." She looked at him.

Lu Hanchuan saw a hint of resentment in her eyes and couldn't help raising an eyebrow, "Whose phone call"more special he is to Shi Yao, the sooner she can break through his defenses.Never mind, Fu Xiaoyao stretched languidly, glanced at her ankle which was already slightly less swollen, then took out her...