The Mafia's Rose Married the CEO

🌹 11: The House 🌹

It was as if Qing Lizhao couldn't wait to have a grandchild by the way he had shooed Qing Chen and Feng Xuan out of the restaurant room.

Honestly, Feng Xuan felt like she could breathe better now that she was out of that space of their parents. But in doing so, it meant that she was alone with her new husband.

"Shall we?" she heard Qing Chen said after he said his farewells inside.

Feng Xuan pulled a smile to her face. "We shall."

They reached the elevator without uttering a single word. Feng Xuan felt like she should say something, anything just to clear this awkwardness between them. "Since when did you know?"

"About the wedding?" Qing Chen replied as the elevator started to go down. "Around three weeks ago."

Feng Xuan nodded. "I learned about it about two weeks ago."

"I heard you hadn't been back in Chengshi for six years," Qing Chen said, "A lot of things changed around here."

"Yeah. There are a lot new places I want to visit."

"Let me know. Maybe I'll give you a tour."

Feng Xuan turned her face to Qing Chen. "Really?"

"Sure. If I'm not busy."

"I take it that your office is inside this hotel?"

"Yes, it is."

"Does that mean I'll always find you here?"

"I'm here most of the time."

The elevator stops and they both stepped out. Feng Xuan was about to say something but then she suddenly felt pain on her feet. Her ankles were getting skinned by her shoes and she hissed under her breath.

Qing Chen immediately stopped walking. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. These are new shoes. They hurt," she whispered. "Do you mind if I take them off before my ankles bleed?"

"I don't," he said and lend his hand out.

Feng Xuan held onto Qing Chen's hand as she reached for both her shoes and held them by the heels. The lobby floor was more than just cold and by the time she straightened her back, Qing Chen had thrown a pair of slippers on the floor.

Feng Xuan laughed. "Do you carry hotel slippers with you?"

"I wish I did. A bellhop handed them to me."

"Oh wow, great customer care then." She slipped her feet on the comfortable and surprisingly soft and thick hotel slippers.

Qing Chen noticed that Feng Xuan paid no attention to the people looking at her as she shamelessly pulled her shoes off and was about to walk on the lobby barefooted. That was one more thing he would like to add to the list "Things I Know About My Wife".

"Is that better?" he asked.

"So much better, thank you."

He let go of her hand and they both exited the hotel. A limousine was already waiting for them and they immediately hopped in.

It was not Feng Xuan's father's limousine. "Where are we going?"

"To our house." The word 'our' sounded strange even from Qing Chen's own lips. He better get used to it because from now on it was 'our/s' and 'theirs'.

"Right," Feng Xuan said, looking out the window. This was the first time she was leaving the hotel's premises, apart from the time she went to school for enrollment. She wanted to see more of the city but her father insisted she got married first before she wandered off. Feng Xuan thought her father was just scared she might just disappear into thin air.