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Chapter 159 Comprehensive Care

After seeing An Jiaren and Leng Shize off at the airport, Fu Shengyang and An Xiaoyue returned to Shuixie Residence.

An Xiaoyue, with her eight-month pregnant belly, walked and sat around all morning. As soon as she got home, she was so tired that she lay down on the sofa.

She stared blankly at everything familiar in her home, then lazily curled up on the sofa.

It's more comfortable not to live with the elders.

When she was at the Leng family's house, if she wanted to lie down, she could only go back to her room.

With all the elders present, as a junior, she couldn't just lie in bed, nor could she even sit up straight.

Fu Shengyang opened the handbag she had brought to the Leng family's house, sorted out her belongings, and put them back in their places.

"Should I call Aunt Cui and ask her to make something light?" After a busy morning, it was almost lunchtime, so Fu Shengyang asked for her opinion.

"You can arrange it. I didn't eat many skewers of barbecue last night, so I don't feel anything." An Xiaoyue's voice was also listless.

I had a great time during the May Day holiday, but I was also really tired.

She lay on her side, her gaze falling on Fu Shengyang who was packing his things. After a moment of consideration, she spoke, "You just told Grandpa that you would take care of me personally?"

"Yes." Fu Shengyang's expression remained unchanged, his hands still tidying up his things.

"If it's because of the wedding, we can hold it later; there's no need to rush."

An Xiaoyue thought that if the wedding was held later, there would be more time to prepare, so that Fu Shengyang wouldn't have to put aside his work to prepare.

Fu Shengyang stopped what he was doing and sat down on the sofa opposite him. He told An Xiaoyue very seriously...

"The company will not sign any major cooperation projects this year; most of the cooperation plans were finalized last year. The projects can be steadily progressed without my personal supervision, and I don't need to go to the company every day. This year's work plan was determined before last year's annual meeting."

After saying that, he emphasized again, "I really want to stay home and take care of you. The wedding is secondary; the main thing is because of you."

His expression was serious, and An Xiaoyue was slightly taken aback, her thoughts racing.

She learned about Fu Shengyang's parents' love story from her mother and aunt.

Mr. Fu loved Mrs. Fu very much, but Changfeng Group needed Mr. Fu too much.

He believed that since Fu's mother had already given birth to Fu Shengyang, there was practically no care for her during her pregnancy.

It has become a luxury for Fu's mother that her husband can come home every day.

Little Fu Shengyang saw everything. He didn't know why his mother was unhappy, but he could sense her emotions.

His mother screamed at him with heartbreaking cries, smashed objects with a ferocious expression, and even injured herself in front of him.

Young Fu Shengyang bore pressures that were beyond his years.

An Xiaoyue's gaze fell on Fu Shengyang without her noticing.

Now that Fu Shengyang is older, he understands what happened between his parents.

When it was his turn to become a father, he was nervous and afraid.

But he couldn't possibly show that kind of pressure to a woman who was pregnant.

All he can do is go against the grain and do the opposite of what his father did back then.

He believed that the tragedy stemmed from the father's lack of care for the mother, so he decided to spend more time with her during her pregnancy, accompanying her to every prenatal checkup. He also planned to personally care for her during her late pregnancy.

In the few seconds of silence, An Xiaoyue understood many things.

She said with a smile, "Then from today onwards, I'll be in trouble to have Mr. Fu take care of me."

She didn't ask any further questions; if he wanted to take care of her, then so be it.

Upon hearing this, an unnatural glint flashed in Fu Shengyang's dark eyes.

Xiaoyue was indeed a clever person. He only said that he would take care of her personally, and she understood why and obeyed him.

Fu Shengyang was touched by her understanding and grateful that he had found a smart wife.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his smile enigmatic, his tone flippant, "In every aspect?"

An Xiaoyue understood instantly, and her face flushed red.

Fu Shengyang remained unfazed and continued to take clothes out of his bag and hang them on the hanger.

An Xiaoyue glanced at the clothes on the sofa and realized what was coming next. She grabbed the back of the sofa and sat up.

"I will do it myself."

She walked over to get the small bag from her purse, but Fu Shengyang took the handbag first.

"I told you I'd take care of you."

"I'll do that myself," An Xiaoyue said, reaching out her hand to ask for it.

During late pregnancy, she experienced increased vaginal discharge, making her underwear frequently wet, so she changed it often. At the very least, she changed it twice a day.

When she was at Leng's house, it wasn't convenient to wash and dry her underwear, so she packed it in a small bag, thinking she would wash it when she got back.

She had a whole bag of underwear; how embarrassing it would be if Fu Shengyang found out.

It must not fall into Fu Shengyang's hands.

"Give them back to me. They're all dirty underwear. I'll wash them myself." She had already made her hints quite clearly.

Fu Shengyang stood up, hid the bag behind his back, and blocked her with one hand to prevent her from taking it. "I've already told you I'll take care of you in every way."

“They’re filthy. If you touch them, I’ll never be able to face you again.”

After a brief standoff, Fu Shengyang came up with a good idea to avoid embarrassing her, and he could also wash her underwear.

"Okay, I'll wear rubber gloves and goggles to wash it, so I won't touch or see anything. You sit on a stool and watch me wash it, and tell me when it's clean."

An Xiaoyue:......

Is there a difference?

But she also knew that if Fu Shengyang was determined to take it, she had no chance of getting it.

"Do you absolutely have to wash it?"

"It absolutely must be washed."

“Okay, you can wash it.” An Xiaoyue compromised.

Let him wash it this once, and from now on, she should wash it immediately after changing it and put it out to dry in the sun.

So, in the bathroom on the second floor of Shuixieju when the afternoon sun was just right.

An Xiaoyue sat on a stool, while Fu Shengyang had a black tie tied around his head.

His eyes were covered by a tie, and he was wearing gloves as he washed a basin of underwear soaking in warm water.

An Xiaoyue smiled, her gaze tracing his high nose and beautifully shaped lips.

If you don't look at his eyes, Fu Shengyang's face doesn't seem so aloof and domineering.

The slight displeasure she felt vanished instantly because of Fu Shengyang's aloof yet comical demeanor.

More than half an hour later, nine pairs of underwear and four bras were neatly hung on the second-floor balcony.

Under the sunlight, they swayed gently in the breeze, releasing a faint floral scent reminiscent of laundry detergent.

Fu Shengyang washed it very clean.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." An Xiaoyue helped Fu Shengyang wash his underwear. Now that she had received the news that her parents had arrived safely, her head was already a little dizzy.

"Go to sleep. I'm going to the study to take care of some work."

An Xiaoyue originally thought that Fu Shengyang's "care" for her should have ended here.

Unexpectedly, Fu Shengyang came again when she took a shower before going to bed that night.

She was washing her hair at the time. Since she couldn't bend over, she could only stand with her head tilted back and her hands slowly rubbing her scalp, hoping to get it clean and keep it fresh for longer.

While she was resting, her hands were aching from being raised and strained for so long.

With a click, the bathroom door opened under her flustered gaze.

In the steamy shower room, she saw Fu Shengyang step into the room through the frosted glass partition that was 1.5 meters high.

He was only wearing underwear, with broad shoulders and long legs. Standing there, he said very naturally, "I'll help you wash your hair."

He could smell it last night; Xiaoyue had taken a shower but hadn't washed her hair.

It's quite rare for someone as clean as her to not wash her hair after taking a bath.

Later he figured it out; it was probably because his body was heavy and washing his hair was tiring.

That's why I timed my coming in to help her wash her hair.