Fu Mingxue was taken aback by his words.
’Why would he say that?’
’But... I guess he’s right—’
’If we’re really going to live together, then this room will be his room too, won’t it?’
’It seems he really intends for us to be a real married couple.’
After giving her a deep look, Qin Wenhao changed the subject. "Do you have any requests for the wedding?"
Fu Mingxue immediately replied, "No, you can just handle it however you see fit."
’Oh, right.’ She remembered something. She hadn’t bought her wedding outfit yet.
’This won’t do. I have to go check the stores this afternoon to see if they have any ready-made clothes.’
"Okay. I’ll head back for now, then. I’m sorry to trouble you and Mom with the two children."
"Don’t worry about the children. We can take care of them."
’Just go already.’
Qin Wenhao walked out.
He said a few more words to Mrs. Fu before leaving—
A little while later, the two children woke up.
Mrs. Fu’s heart ached seeing that they didn’t cry or make a fuss.
"Grandma will cook some congee for you. We’ll stick to congee for the next couple of days, and after that, Grandma will make you something delicious."
The two children had weak stomachs and hadn’t fully recovered from their illness, so she couldn’t give them anything else.
In the afternoon, Qin Wenhao came by again.
He brought two slightly used wooden high chairs.
Fu Mingxue’s eyes lit up when she saw the two chairs. "Where did you get these?"
"I borrowed them from someone. This way, they can sit in them, and you won’t have to hold them all the time."
"These are actually great. If we added four wheels to the bottom and shortened the legs, they could sit in them and spin around for fun."
Qin Wenhao grew thoughtful upon hearing her words.
"Oh, right. There’s this, too."
Fu Mingxue looked curiously at the package he had just pushed into her hands. "What is it?"
"It’s the outfit for our wedding day. I had an old tailor make it."


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