Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Nyoi-Bo Studio

  As if he didn’t see her expression, Shen Luo’an pushed her further inside. “Where do you want to go to change your clothes?”


  Shen Manting then managed to react, and she glanced at the baby in her arms before taking the pajamas and walking into the room.

  She locked the door, and once she was certain the door couldn’t be opened from the outside, she set her baby down with peace of mind and sized up the room.

  The room was decorated simply.

  Shen Manting could tell that Shen Luo’an had just moved in recently.

  After she changed out of her clothes, she realized it was warm and toasty in the room.

  She touched the wall and found that it was also warm.

  Shen Manting lay down on the bed and found it to be soft, bouncy, and comfortable.

  She comfortably stretched out on the bed, and waves of sluggishness washed over her.

  It had been a long time since she’d had such a feeling.

  Her eyes closed, and before she realized it, she had fallen asleep.

  After she’d slept for a long time, she was roused by a knock at the door.

  The baby was still asleep. She got up, and it dawned on her that she was no longer in the hospital.

  She opened the door and saw Shen Luo’an standing outside the room.

  When Shen Luo’an saw the drowsy look on her face, he let out a sigh and said, “Come out and eat.”


  “I’m not hungry.” Shen Manting looked at him. “I just want to sleep.”


  “You can sleep after you’ve eaten.” Shen Luo’an tugged on her before looking down at her feet. “Wear your shoes.”


  Shen Manting glanced down at her feet before turning around and returning with the pair of shoes she’d worn earlier.

  When Shen Luo’an saw this, he walked into the room and fished out a pair of cotton slippers from somewhere and threw them onto the ground.

  “Wear these.”


  Shen Manting felt a strange feeling in her heart, and after she put on the pair of slippers, she obediently walked out of the room.

  Shen Luo’an tossed a hot towel over to her. “Wipe your hands,” he said.

  Then he ladled soup into a bowl for her.

  It was a casserole soup pot, and it looked rather heavy.

  “Could it be that that’s how Shen Luo’an made this?” she thought to herself.

  The strange feeling in her heart increased, and she drank a mouthful of soup.

  It was abalone soup.

  It was fresh and flavorful.

  But it was also somewhat scalding.

  Shen Manting inevitably drank another mouthful of it and quickly finished the bowl of soup in no time.

  She stared at the empty bowl as she smacked her lips, and she seemed like she’d yet to have her fill.

  “Let’s eat.” Shen Luo’an glanced at her. “But don’t overeat.”


  The rice cooker was just to the side, and it appeared that Shen Luo’an had steamed the rice himself.

  “Did you also make this soup yourself?” Shen Manting instinctively felt that this was impossible.

  Shen Luo’an was used to being pampered ever since he was young. His family had a nanny, and he grew up under the care of his loving family members, so there wasn’t an opportunity for him to make his own meals.

  Sure enough, Shen Luo’an laughed when he heard her question. “No way.”


  “Oh.” Shen Manting then felt more at ease.

  “Thankfully,” she thought. “If Shen Luo’an had made this, then I might have died after eating it.”


  Shen Luo’an looked at her. He was unsure if he should explain or what, so he said, “I asked the aunty who lives next door to make this. I said that my wife just delivered a child, and I recruited her to help you out during your month-long confinement.”


  Shen Manting nearly choked on her food.

  His wife?

  Shen Luo’an patted her back, unsure what her feelings were, but he continued to say, “She’ll officially come over tomorrow to help you out.”


  “How much did you pay her?” she asked.

  “Not much.”


  Shen Manting lowered her head and mumbled, “I’ll pay you back.”


  Shen Luo’an’s expression instantly turned ugly again.

  He retracted his hand and didn’t say a word.

  Shen Manting didn’t dare to speak. Holding onto her chopsticks, she began helping herself to the food.

  She could tell that it was specially prepared for pregnant women, because it didn’t have much salt or oil in it, and it was pretty bland.

  But it still tasted pretty good.