Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me

Chapter 1064 - V853: 100 Promised Mini Extras for You (②_2)

Thinking about his son’s crippled leg, the wound on his forehead, Feng Chengxuan understood why Gu Zixi was in pain, but carrying such a heavy emotional burden.Feng Chengxuan was powerless to comfort Zixi over the decades of pressure and guilt he would have to endure; he only sat by the window, quietly smoking and staring at the room filled with materials, books, and a cold atmosphere after Yu Xi hung up the video.

Is he not a good man?

Perhaps that’s why heaven torments him like this—broken love, lost loved ones, an injured and heartbroken son, and a "wife" who tortured him to death, all these things shaping this moment for him at fifty-four, leaving him to live alone abroad.

No one accompanies him.

Still listening to Su Xin’s "happiness" of getting married...

Little side story 25:

Pain slowly pervaded his heart, deepening gradually.

In the days that followed, the increasing discomfort day by day made him linger in hell, as if he couldn’t be reborn.

An unexpected turn, the relief found in a simple life, was born on his fifty-sixth birthday.

Having not seen or contacted each other for two years, choosing first to look at his son’s injury, allowing her to leave in that moment meant Feng Chengxuan no longer had the face to meet Su Xin.

But by chance, it seemed like divine intervention in life.

He actually saw Su Xin’s status on distant Instagram.

In the space online, she was exceptionally beautiful; time seemed unable to carve traces on her face, she remained forever elegant and graceful, just like the first time he saw her at fourteen.

At this moment, Su Xin still liked to nurture flowers and plants, but it seemed more like a way to pass a painful post-marriage life.

Su Xin started learning to cook, and every dish posted on Instagram filled with such a sense of domesticity and an urge to hold her close.

Feng Chengxuan could cook but preferred Western cuisine, while every dish of Su Xin’s was full of Chinese flavors, ones he hadn’t tasted before.

Thus, as if wanting to make up for the regret of not being able to marry her, and also to comfort himself, he learned to cook the dishes she made so that in the next life, he could compensate her early, making every dish she liked personally for her.

In this life, he doesn’t deserve to have her, only hoping that in the next life, he won’t miss out again.

Tears accompany the glint of the knife as he chops, embedding each thought of longing into the dishes.

The interminable chew called life, the missed despair called love...

Little side story 26:

Inside the little dark room.

Fans, holding forty-meter-long knives with tears, asked: "Hua Xi, we meant eating meat like in the last Chapter, where everyone ate real meat flamboyantly, not this kind of ’eating meat’. We wailed in the group all night and only got you cooking a meal, with no meat, and ended up eating razor blades instead. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"

Hua Xi, holding the tea jar of a veteran cadre, took a serious sip and said: "No, it doesn’t hurt because in this kind of atmosphere, it’s really hard to weave in a scene of eating meat. You’re testing an author’s mental capacity to create a coherent plot. The storyline isn’t ready; how can you eat meat? So since you’re asking to eat meat, I can only write until the ’eating meat’. And with you wanting it in various styles, I contemplated deeply, this is how I could transform eating meat in varied styles to the greatest extent. You see, the protagonist is fifty-four, the importance of eating meat can’t be lower than for others. I thought it over and seriously wrote a 2000-word-long Chapter depicting the transformation, hardship, feeling, rendering it vividly. From start to finish, I strictly adhered to the readers’ needs, earnestly fulfilled their expectations, while abiding by website regulations, state laws, and social values, achieving anything from ’five talks, four beauties’ to peace and love, without involving any violation. An author like this, even with a lantern, can’t be found, (such excellence) so how could my conscience hurt?"

Fans trembled as they waved their bright knife, "But what about the meat? We didn’t see it! You only talked about cooking!"

Little side story 27:

From then on, Feng Chengxuan studied recipes at home every day.

On the first day, he learned to make braised pork with yam.

Cut the pork belly into several large sections, add slices of ginger into cold water, bring it to a boil then let it simmer for a few minutes to remove blood, rinse with warm water, dry the surface with kitchen paper, and cut into small pieces. Pour a little oil into the pot, add the pork belly and stir-fry until fat is rendered, then continue on medium-low heat, adding rock sugar and stirring until the pork belly is colored.