The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 1097 I've already considered you a member of the family

Early the next morning.

Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to see through.

Before the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, the entire city was still fast asleep. Only in Shen Qing's kitchen did a warm, orange light shine through, standing out clearly in the quiet of the early morning.

The range hood was running at a low speed, emitting a soft hum, but it did not break the rare tranquility in the slightest.

Shen Qing, wearing a simple apron, stood in front of the clean kitchen counter, intently wrapping dumplings.

Her movements were skillful and gentle, as if she were performing a precise ritual.

On the cutting board, the rolled-out dumpling wrappers are white and round, like blooming little flowers.

Beside her was a carefully prepared filling: vibrant green chives, golden scrambled eggs, and finely chopped shrimp, emitting an enticing aroma. Shen Qing picked up a wrapper, scooped in a suitable amount of filling with a small spoon, and with nimble fingers, gently pinched and folded it, a plump, symmetrical dumpling with delicate edges was born in her hands, neatly arranged on a tray sprinkled with dry flour.

Her expression was gentle and focused, with a hint of barely perceptible attachment and reluctance in her eyes.

Although I've long been used to his busy schedule, I still feel a faint sense of longing every time we part.

After some time, a slight noise came from the living room; it was Yan Bei getting up.

His tall figure appeared at the kitchen doorway, still carrying the languor of someone who had just woken up. When he saw his wife's busy figure under the lamp, a warmth instantly welled up in his deep, cold eyes.

"Why are you up so early?" Yan Bei walked over, gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on the top of her head, and spoke in a voice that was husky with the characteristic sound of early morning, yet was exceptionally gentle.

Shen Qing was slightly taken aback by Yan Bei's sudden closeness, but quickly relaxed, turned around, looked up at him, and smiled. Her smile, under the warm yellow light, was more captivating than the starlight outside the window: "I'll make you dumplings. Have you forgotten? 'Dumplings before boarding, noodles upon arrival,' so eat dumplings for a safe and smooth journey."

Yan Bei looked at the speck of flour on the tip of her nose, reached out and gently wiped it away, his movements as tender as if he were handling a rare treasure.

"Silly girl, the hotel has food too." She said this, but her heart was filled with warmth and comfort.

"That's different."

Shen Qing shook her head and put the last dumpling she had wrapped into the tray. "It'll be ready soon. Go wash up, we'll be able to eat right away."

Soon, steaming hot dumplings were served.

The plump dumplings glistened with oil in the blue and white porcelain bowl, the broth was clear, and they were sprinkled with bright green scallions and bright red chili oil, emitting a fragrant aroma.

After washing up, Yan Bei changed into a well-tailored suit, regaining some of his usual elite aura, but the gentleness in his eyes remained. He sat down at the dining table, and Shen Qing immediately handed him chopsticks and a spoon.

"Eat up, they're fresh out of the pot, be careful they're hot," she urged, taking a pair of chopsticks herself, picking up a dumpling, carefully blowing on it, and holding it to his lips. "Try it, how's the filling today?"

Yan Bei opened his mouth and took a bite. The warm, delicious broth and the chewy dumpling skin melted in his mouth. The fragrance of chives, the richness of eggs, and the sweetness of shrimp blended perfectly together. It was the taste he knew best and loved the most. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction and nodded: "Delicious, even better than what Michelin-starred chefs make."

Shen Qing was amused by him and gave him a reproachful look: "You're just trying to coax me." She said this, but her face lit up with a smile.

"Eat more," she kept piling dumplings into Yan Bei's bowl. "You need to eat well to have the energy to travel. Be careful on the road, and let me know when you arrive safely."

"Mmm." Yan Bei nodded in response as he ate, watching her busy herself and her eyes never leaving him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

This man, who appears cold and aloof to outsiders, is now like a child who has received candy, enjoying this moment of warmth and peace.

Yan Bei paused, looked up, and gazed intently at her. He put down his chopsticks, took her hand on the table, and felt the slight roughness of the flour from kneading and rolling out the dough, but it was warm.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." He looked into her eyes and solemnly promised, "Wait for me."

"Mmm!" Shen Qing nodded vigorously, her eyes welling up with tears. She quickly lowered her head and, to hide her discomfort, picked up a spoon and took a sip of soup.

after eating.

The sky gradually brightened.

Yan Bei stood up. "Wife, I'm going upstairs to get my luggage. Yang Jian should be here to pick me up soon."

"Uh-huh."

Soon, Yan Bei took her luggage and went downstairs.

Just then, Yang Jian called, "Young Master Yan, I've arrived at the entrance of the Yan family villa. Come out!"

"it is good!"

Yan Bei looked at Shen Qing with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, "Wife, Yang Jian has arrived. I'm going out."

"Uh-huh."

Shen Qing saw Yan Bei off.

Watching Yan Bei get into the car and leave.

When I returned to the living room, Sister Zhang was already up.

Looking at the dumplings on the table, Sister Zhang asked, "Madam, did you make all of these?"

“Yes.” Shen Qing nodded. “Young Master is away on a business trip today, so I thought I’d make some dumplings for him.”

“Madam, why didn’t you tell me beforehand? How could I let you do this kind of work?”

"It's alright, Sister Zhang, I'm fine too."

"Madam, you are so good to the young master. I really envy the relationship between you two."

Shen Qing smiled and said, "By the way, Sister Zhang, you've been here for so long, and I haven't asked you about your family situation yet. I only know that you have a son. What about your husband?"

Ms. Zhang lowered her eyes. "We're divorced. My husband is a gambler. Sometimes he even abuses me. I just can't stand him anymore."

"Oh, I see! And what about your son?"

“My son is already in high school and usually lives at school. When he comes home, he goes to my parents’ house. So I have to come out and earn money by myself,” Ms. Zhang said.

"Sister Zhang, it really isn't easy for you as a woman."

"Yes! When I was young, I had an arranged marriage and married my ex-husband without really understanding what was going on. I guess you could say my first half of life was ruined."

Shen Qing held Zhang Jie's hand and said, "Zhang Jie, don't be sad. You still have a long road ahead of you."

"Yes, thank you, Madam. I feel the warmth of home in your house. You and the young master are both wonderful people. And An'an and Kang Kang are very well-behaved."

"Sister Zhang, you shouldn't treat yourself like an outsider anymore. You can eat and drink whatever you want in this house without needing our permission. If you run out, we'll just buy more."

"Thank you, madam."

"You're welcome. I already consider you part of the family," Shen Qing said.

She never acted like a domineering CEO's wife; she preferred to treat people as equals because it made her feel comfortable.