Exclusive Pampered Wife: My Wife Came to My Door

Chapter 257 The Strange Young Man (2)

Chi Moqing sat in the room, watching his wife cry her heart out on the monitor. His heart ached. He almost couldn't help but go to her, but when he thought of how she scolded him every day, saying he was annoying and never wanted to see him again, he held back.

He reached out and touched Yan Zuozuo's face on the screen, and couldn't help but sigh. It had only been a few days, how could she have become so thin? It seemed that his little wife really didn't know how to take care of herself.

He'd let her have a few more days of freedom. In a couple of days, he'd take her back. This time, he'd make sure to protect her and prevent her from getting hurt again.

The next day, at the same time and in the same place, Yan Zuozuo sat alone in the coffee shop, lost in thought. However, the young man seemed to have arrived early today, and the old man was nowhere to be seen. She asked curiously, "Didn't the old man come out?"

The young man still had an indifferent face: "My sister is back, she's at home keeping him company."

The "older sister" the young man was referring to was the old man's daughter. Yan Zuozuo didn't know her name, and it seemed to be a secret that the young man had never mentioned.

Just as Yan Zuozuo was about to call the waiter to order coffee, the waiter had already placed a cup of coffee in front of her. "This is a treat from this gentleman. Please enjoy."

Yan Zuozuo smiled curiously at the young man: "Thank you for the coffee."

The young man remained silent, his lips pursed, as he continued typing rapidly on the computer, appearing very busy. Yan Zuozuo, who had always been curious about his occupation, took a sip of her coffee and asked, "You seem to be on your computer all the time. Are you a writer?"

The young man looked up and glanced at her indifferently. "No."

Yan Zuozuo was slightly taken aback: "What is that?"

"You're a fashion designer." The young man suddenly spoke, his deep voice carrying a coldness, just like his entire being, seemingly devoid of warmth.

"How did you know?" Yan Zuozuo stared at the young man in front of her. He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and about 1.8 meters tall. He had a cold and aloof demeanor, but his eyes were very beautiful, dark and bright, with an indescribable charm.

I wrote a comment about you.

You wrote a review?!

Yan Zuozuo's eyes widened suddenly: "Could you be Mr. Yi Fanxi, the senior fashion commentator?!"

She remembered Fisher telling her that her clothing designs had been reviewed by the world-renowned fashion critic, Mr. Evans, who gave them high praise.

To the outside world, Evansi has always been an enigmatic figure. Few people have ever seen him. He only writes reviews for some of the world's fashion authorities. His words are often sharp, his vision is unique, and his insights are distinctive. He is hailed as the most outstanding fashion critic of this century.

Her jaw nearly dropped. If he hadn't said it himself, she wouldn't have recognized that the reserved and aloof man before her was actually the legendary Yi Fanxi. Yan Zuozuo blinked, momentarily speechless.

"You'll keep it a secret, won't you?" The man's voice remained deep.

Yan Zuozuo nodded blankly; she probably had no interest in gossiping. She just hadn't expected the renowned Mr. Yi Fanxi to be sitting right in front of her—it was truly unbelievable.

Seeing her stunned expression, Yi Fanxi pursed her lips and didn't say anything. Instead, she packed up her computer and left. Just before leaving, she suddenly said, "Your style of clothing is very warm. Keep it up."

Yan Zuozuo nodded blankly, overjoyed to be praised by the most authoritative fashion designer. She was so excited she almost jumped for joy. "Calm down, calm down," she tried, but couldn't help but let out a soft, secret laugh.

Chi Moqing sat quietly in a corner of the same coffee shop, watching Yan Zuozuo's foxy smile. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

If Chi Moqing had originally planned to give Yan Zuozuo another week of freedom, he now wished he could drag his wife home immediately—she was simply too popular. However, he clenched his fists and held back. If he went out now, what if his wife was still angry? Wouldn't that just add fuel to the fire?

Chi Moqing hesitated for a moment and decided to wait three more days. He would take his wife back in three days at most!

However, Chi Moqing felt increasingly unable to bear it. For two days in a row, Yan Zuozuo had brought the snacks she made to the coffee shop, letting the old man eat them and other men taste them, while he could only watch longingly. He felt that if this continued, he would definitely be drowned in jealousy.

From the first time Yi Fanxi tasted Yan Zuozuo's pastries, he thought they were delicious, and he couldn't help but want to devour them all every time. Especially when he was almost finished eating, he would look mournful, like a child who hadn't eaten enough and had been wronged.

Yan Zuozuo couldn't help but chuckle, which was why she had prepared extra food today. She hadn't expected Yi Fanxi to immediately ask, "Can we take the leftovers home?"

Yan Zuozuo's eyes nearly popped out of her head in astonishment, and she couldn't help but ask, "Is it really that delicious?"

Yi Fanxi nodded politely and said, "It's delicious, just like my mom's cooking."

Yan Zuozuo was dumbfounded. Was this a compliment or some other nonsense? Luckily, it was a compliment on her cooking skills, otherwise, she would have cried her eyes out. But wasn't Yi Fanxi an orphan who was later adopted by the old man? Had he met his mother?

Seeing Yan Zuozuo's curious gaze, Yi Fanxi pursed her lips and said, "My mother passed away when I was ten years old, and I was later adopted by my adoptive father."

Yan Zuozuo understood, and thinking of her mother, her gaze softened. "My mother also passed away, but last year."

Yi Fanxi nodded, still expressionless, as if it had nothing to do with him. Yan Zuozuo felt helpless, realizing she really didn't need to say such sympathetic words; in front of Yi Fanxi, saying such things would make her seem like an idiot.

Yi Fanxi ate about half of the pastries, finished the last sip of coffee, asked the waiter to pack up the rest of the pastries, nodded to Yan Zuozuo, and left.

Yan Zuozuo was already used to his way of doing things and didn't find it strange at all. On the other hand, Chi Moqing, who was hiding in the corner, was so angry that he was grinding his teeth. It was really too much to take the food away after eating; he hadn't even gotten a single bite.

His eyes burned with jealousy. He thought to himself, "I must take her home cleanly and absolutely not give any other man a chance!"

After Yan Zuozuo left, Chi Moqing was also about to leave, but was stopped by a waiter in the coffee shop. "Sir, you wait for Miss Yan here every day and then go back with her. What is your purpose?"

Chi Moqing never imagined that one day he would be mistaken for a bad guy while chasing after his wife. He smiled wryly, "Can't you tell that I'm pursuing Miss Yan?"

The waiter looked him up and down, and since he didn't seem like a bad person, he nodded and said, "Sir, I think Yi Fanxi and Miss Yan are a good match. You shouldn't get involved. There are plenty of fish in the sea, why be hung up on just one? Don't you think so?"

You big dummy!

Chi Moqing's heart clenched. Damn it, Yan Zuozuo is his wife. He'd like to see who dares to take her from him!

He strode towards Yan Zuozuo's rented room and raised his hand to knock on the door. The waiter was truly blind; his eyesight was terrible! Couldn't he see that he and his wife were a match made in heaven? Baka!

However, the moment his fingers touched the door, he suddenly stopped. Would his wife kick him out if he stormed off looking for her like this? What if she didn't want to go back with him? What if the pretty boy really did win her over?

Chi Moqing frowned, hesitating for a moment. He stood in front of Yan Zuozuo's house for a long time before finally leaving. He needed to come back to her with a reason that Yan Zuozuo couldn't refuse, so that she would definitely go back with him.

As Chi Moqing passed by Yi Fanxi's house, he glared angrily at the door, kicked it hard, and ran away. Only when he returned to his own place did he realize how childish his behavior had been.

His lips twitched, and his handsome face fell in exasperation. What if his wife didn't want to go back with him? How annoying!

The next morning, Yan Zuozuo was woken up by a knock on the door. Before she could even wash up, she went out to open the door with her hair all messy. There she saw Yi Fanxi standing outside, looking anxious.

"Mr. Yi, what's the matter?" She scratched her head shyly and asked curiously.

"Miss Yan, could I trouble you with something?" Yi Fanxi seemed very anxious.

"You said you'd help if I could!"

“My adoptive father is very ill right now, and I need to find a doctor to come and treat him. Could you please take care of him for me for a while?”

"The old man is sick?" Yan Zuozuo's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said, "Go find a doctor quickly, I'll go take care of him right away."

"Thanks." Yi Fanxi rushed to fetch the doctor, and Yan Zuozuo, without even having time to wash up, immediately went into Yi Fanxi's house. The old man had a high fever and was starting to talk nonsense. Seeing Yan Zuozuo, he thought he had seen his daughter, "Xiaoyun, I know I've wronged you and your mother in this life... Please forgive me, so that this old man can die in peace..."

Yan Zuozuo brought out the freshly brewed ginger soup and heard the old man saying something. She frowned, thinking that the old man regarded her as his daughter. In order to coax the old man to drink the ginger soup, she went along with his words, "Okay, okay, I forgive you. Let's drink the ginger soup first, okay?"

"You really forgive me? You don't hate me anymore?" The old man was so moved that he held Yan Zuozuo's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face. "Yesterday you said you hated me and never wanted to see me again. I thought, it's better if you die, so you won't have to worry about me..."

Yan Zuozuo was taken aback: "You wouldn't have deliberately made yourself have a fever, would you?"

"If you won't forgive me, what's the point of my life? Xiaoyun, tell your father, have you really forgiven me?" the old man asked, holding her hand tightly.

Yan Zuozuo frowned. Could it be that the old man really made himself have a fever on purpose? She didn't know what had happened between him and his daughter, but seeing him like this, she still felt quite sorry for him.

So he said, "I forgive you. Drink the ginger soup now, okay?"

The old man was so moved that he wept bitterly and quickly drank the ginger soup. Under Yan Zuozuo's coaxing, he fell into a deep sleep. Yan Zuozuo sat beside him, looking at his dejected and helpless state, wondering what he had done wrong to make his daughter unforgiving. If his daughter saw him like this, perhaps she would soften her heart?

"Yan Zuozuo, what are you doing here?!" Just as Yan Zuozuo sighed, a familiar voice suddenly came.