After Transmigration: Unexpectedly Wed the Ruthless Tycoon-Chapter 153 - 138_3

Yan Zhen Guo is a rough man, always dismissive of these things. Just when Chen Yong thought Yan Zhen Guo would refuse, perhaps even disdainfully, Yan Zhen Guo surprisingly looked at Chen Yong and said, "Go!"

So, the two immediately moved with the speed reminiscent of their military training from school days to the small woods. They each gathered a large bunch of wild roses and headed back. As they walked, Yan Zhen Guo recalled past events and said to Chen Yong, "I told you to bring your wife to my house for dinner. Why hasn’t it happened yet?"

"In a few days, maybe. Your sister-in-law..." Chen Yong laughed and said, "She’s a bit shy. Once she gets more familiar with the surroundings, she’ll come."

During this time, Chen Yong has been trying to transform his wife. After all, his wife comes from the countryside, her manners seemed alright before, but ever since Yan Zhen Guo’s wife became a comparison, Chen Yong was determined to make some changes.

After all, he is an intellectual and holds a beautiful fantasy for his wife. However, they married early due to parental arrangement, leaving no choice. Since that’s the case, he chose to change his wife!

It turns out that Chen Yong’s and his wife’s sense of leisure are truly not on the same wavelength.

As Chen Yong opened the door to his home, he heard a child crying. He went to comfort the child and heard the sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen. He hurriedly called out, "Chunchun, I brought you a gift. Come out and see."

"Alright!" A somewhat lively female voice came from the kitchen.

After a while, Zhang Chunhua came out, rubbing her hands on the apron and asked Chen Yong where the gift was, all the while looking around.

Chen Yong originally expected Zhang Chunhua to be pleasantly surprised, but who knew that the flowers placed right in front of her went unnoticed by Zhang Chunhua. Chen Yong sighed, thinking that a woman who hasn’t read much wouldn’t have much interest in leisure. He gave Zhang Chunhua a hint, "Look at what’s on the table?"

"Roses." Zhang Chunhua frowned and picked up the bunch of roses, then glanced at Chen Yong disapprovingly, "Is this the gift?"

Chen Yong nodded and said, "Yes, don’t you like it?"

"Like..." Zhang Chunhua was somewhat helpless, then said, "What kind of gift is this? I thought you bought some meat or something interesting for me, but it’s just flowers... Flowers won’t last long at home and can’t be eaten. I really don’t know what you intend with them." Having said this, Zhang Chunhua tossed the flowers back to Chen Yong and said, "You take care of the child, I’ll go finish cooking!"

With that, she turned and walked inside.

Watching Zhang Chunhua’s figure, Chen Yong sighed heavily.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhen Guo stood at his doorstep, glanced at the dewy roses. He didn’t know if Gu Fuqiao would like them later, but without much thought, he directly took out the key to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Yan Zhen Guo found the house quiet, as if no one was there.

"Ah Jiao." Yan Zhen Guo called out Gu Fuqiao’s name upon entering but found no response.

He furrowed his brow. After all, it was rare for Gu Fuqiao not to be home unless she went to her parents’ house, but her parents were out these days. Where could she have gone?

Puzzled, Yan Zhen Guo turned around to close the door, only to notice a photo stuck on the door.

The photo on the door was taken when he was sixteen, wearing a loose school uniform, his teenage body still slightly frail, holding a gun with a proud expression on his face.

Yan Zhen Guo remembered; back then, he was always fighting with the kids in the compound. Hardly anyone could beat him, which earned him quite a few beatings from his father.

Below the photo, there was a note.

The handwriting was unmistakably Gu Fuqiao’s.

It read:

"Young man, do you know you’ve grown up to be under my care?"

Reading these words, Yan Zhen Guo could imagine Gu Fuqiao’s playful, proud expression. Her gentle voice would carry a tone of proud arrogance.

Yan Zhen Guo chuckled, reached out to tear off the note and the photo, pieced them together on his palm and took a quick look, then chuckled again, speaking in a low voice, "Now I know. I’m under your care."