The second time he looked at the painting, his mouth was still dry.
Since that day, Shen Chuwei hadn't mentioned getting close to him, not even calling him husband anymore.
This should've been something to be happy about, but he wasn't happy at all.
Shen Chuwei carried a food box to the Guest Room, pushed open the door, and saw Xiao Jinyan sitting in the wheelchair, still holding a book, deeply engrossed in reading.
Lin Xian heard the door opening and recognized the footsteps, hurriedly stuffing the painting under the covers, picking up a book, and pretending to read.
Shen Chuwei placed the food box on the table, took out the dumplings, the bowl was too hot, so she held it with a wet cloth to avoid burning her hands.
After placing the dumplings down and seeing that he wasn't moving, she walked over to him.
"I've cooked some dumplings, do you want to have some?"
Lin Xian snorted, "You must really be idle, cooking a whole pot of dumplings? I'm not interested."