CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 235 ROUTINE

In the bedroom, Shu Wan was sitting at the computer desk reading the script, with the livestream of Fu Siyu and Fu Yang still playing on the computer screen.

"We’re done," Fu Siyu said as he walked over to Shu Wan.

"I saw," Shu Wan nodded, unconsciously leaning a bit to the side.

Sensing her movement, Fu Siyu’s gaze flickered subtly, "About what I asked you yesterday, how have you considered it?"

Shu Wan’s action of flipping through the script paused for a moment, her eyelashes trembling slightly as if she was wrestling with something.

It was rare for anything to make Shu Wan so indecisive, and the reason for her hesitation at this moment was due to the question that Fu Siyu had asked her the day before.

As Christmas approached, various platforms began to push videos about the holiday.

Shu Wan, having no familiarity with this Western celebration, found it quite interesting, and after watching, she also shared the videos with Fu Siyu.

Then, Fu Siyu extended an invitation, "The renovation at the Film and Television City will take a few more days. Why don’t I accompany you to Ying Country for Christmas, where the festive atmosphere is even thicker?"

If Fu Siyu had only said this much, it wouldn’t have mattered as much, but he added, "Just the two of us, without bringing Fu Yang along."

Shu Wan wasn’t a fool. Although Fu Siyu hadn’t said much lately and hadn’t crossed any obvious boundaries, the increasingly evident attentiveness in his gaze had already revealed everything.

The invitation he issued this time felt more like an overstepping request.

It was as if he was asking if their relationship could progress to a closer step, naturally, Shu Wan felt conflicted.

"It’s okay," seeing that Shu Wan remained silent, Fu Siyu spoke again, "If you’re unwilling, it’s just as well to spend the holiday in Imperial City."

Hearing this, Shu Wan became even more unsettled.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go out and have fun with Fu Siyu, but it was this strange sense of losing control that made her hesitate.

"Rest early."

Fu Siyu seemed to genuinely let go of the idea. He glanced at Shu Wan and then turned to walk out.

Shu Wan wanted to call him back but ended up opening her mouth without making a sound.

All the way out, Fu Siyu did not hear Shu Wan’s voice calling him back, and as the door closed behind him, there was a momentary dimming in his eyes.

He stood at Shu Wan’s doorway pondering for a moment before sending a message to Qin Lv, then finally turned to head back.

At this time, the Housekeeper had just finished tidying up the study and came out, promptly greeting Fu Siyu when he saw him.

Fu Siyu nodded, then looked at the Housekeeper, "Do you still have the list I gave you before?"

"Yes, shall I get it for you now?"

Thinking of the list made the Housekeeper sigh inwardly.

Back when Fu Siyu was abroad, Shu Wan had visited just once, staying for two or three days at most. Somehow, Fu Siyu had observed her with such detail, understanding Shu Wan’s habits and personality even more deeply than those of them who stayed back in the home country.

Perhaps worried they wouldn’t take good care of Shu Wan, Fu Siyu had personally written a list detailing Shu Wan’s living habits, which contained over a hundred items.

The key thing was, Fu Siyu had done all this quietly, Shu Wan was still unaware. The overall improvement in the quality of the Estate’s staff, it all was thanks to Fu Siyu’s efforts.

"No need," Fu Siyu’s eyes flickered faintly, "It’s cold in winter. If you have time, take the list and ask her if she needs any additional services."

Having worked for the Fu Family for so many years, the Housekeeper was also quite clever and immediately understood what Fu Siyu meant.

Finally, their young master had learned not to be a silent benefactor.

"Of course, Young Master. Rest assured, I will inquire tomorrow," the housekeeper said, then thoughtfully added, "Don’t worry, I won’t tell the lady that you asked me to."

Fu Siyu nodded, "Hmm."

Early the next morning, the housekeeper knocked on Shu Wan’s door. "Madam, I have something I’d like to discuss with you. Do you have a moment right now?"

"Come in."

The housekeeper entered as Shu Wan had just finished freshening up and was now applying makeup.

Speaking of makeup, with Shu Wan’s natural beauty, all she really needed was a bit of lipstick.

At this moment, daylight poured in from the window, casting a soft glow over Shu Wan.

Even after having worked for Shu Wan for such a long time, the housekeeper couldn’t help but be stunned by her beauty every time.

He couldn’t help but marvel internally, "With looks like hers, plus a clever mind, no wonder she’s so bewitching to our young master."

Young Master, normally so upright and honest, had even started to employ discreet little stratagems.

Noticing the housekeeper standing stock-still, Shu Wan frowned slightly, "What is the matter?"

"Oh! Yes," the housekeeper came back to his senses and stepped forward, "The thing is, Madam, it’s been chilly recently, right? I’ve come to ask if you would like to change your morning noodle dish to a soup?"

"No need," Shu Wan responded, "It is a bit cold, prepare some lamb soup for lunch."

"Of course, of course," the housekeeper nodded repeatedly, "I will instruct them to prepare it right away."

As the housekeeper spoke, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. He was about to take some notes, but then realized he didn’t bring a pen.

With an apologetic glance at Shu Wan, he said, "Madam, could I borrow a pen? I’ll jot down any requests you have, my memory isn’t what it used to be."

"There’s one on the desk."

"Thank you."

The housekeeper took a pen from the desk, spread the paper out on the surface, muttering, "It’s cold, we could add lamb soup occasionally," while writing on the paper.

Shu Wan hadn’t been paying much attention to the housekeeper’s actions, but a casual glance revealed that the handwriting on the paper looked familiar.

Shu Wan walked over to the housekeeper for a closer look, and she was not mistaken—the handwriting was indeed Fu Siyu’s.

Shu Wan’s brows lightly furrowed, and she extended her hand, "Let me see that."

The housekeeper, pretending to only just notice Shu Wan, looked at her in shock, "Madam, when did you come over? This is just my notes; there’s nothing of interest."

However, Shu Wan’s hand remained outstretched. After a moment, the housekeeper relented and handed her the notes. "Since you’ve seen them, you might as well look. There’s not much to it, just a record of some of your preferences to help us serve you better."

Shu Wan flipped through the notes, which detailed her daily habits and personality traits: "Keep tea ready in the study, don’t disturb her when she’s reading."

"She prefers dishes that are less saucy, avoid using too much cornstarch when cooking."

"Prepare a dessert for her weekly; she doesn’t like them too frequently."

.......

There were over a hundred entries, all detailing her personal habits—details only someone who knew her intimately could possibly know.

Shu Wan looked at the housekeeper, "When did Fu Siyu give you these notes?"

"After you returned from abroad the last time, it wasn’t many days before the Young Master passed these to us. He also specifically instructed us not to tell you," said the housekeeper. "He claimed he was afraid it would weigh on you, but honestly, the Young Master is really attentive. We took care of you for over a month without knowing your preferences, and after only three days, the Young Master understood you so well."