Transmigrated into a Parvenu's Ex-wife in the '90s

That prompted a question from Shu Yan. “Someone is trying to matchmake for him?”

“Well, no. It’s what the people are saying. They are saying that now that Feng Zeyu’s name was cleared, he will be able to get married. So sad. It would be difficult for him to find a nice girl at his age,” said Lin Hui regretfully.

He had neither a good job or was rich. Not to mention the scar on his face. Nothing was worked out for him.

Shu Yan did not continue to talk about Feng Zeyu with Lin Hui. They gossiped about others in their little district such as which families had mothers-in-law that were bad to their daughters-in-law or which families had mean daughters-in-law who were bad to their mothers-in-law.

Shu Yan turned the television on and flipped through the channels, distracted, after Lin Hui had taken off.

The phone rang and she picked it up. There was only silence from the other end for a long while.

“I am going to hang up if you don’t talk soon,” said Shu Yan.

“I... I can now court you properly,” said Feng Zeyu solemnly with his eyes red and his breath heavy.

Shu Yan blinked and said, ‘So you had not been courting me in the past? You were just teasing me?”

“Yes.” Feng Zeyu frowned. “No.” He suddenly wanted to slap himself across his face badly. “I wasn’t teasing you. I was courting you. Well, not exactly. I... I wanted to court you but I understand my own situation and didn’t want to drag you into it. I didn’t dare. I...”

It wasn’t everyday that she heard him panic like that. Shu Yan’s lips curved upward. “You were the one who gathered those evidences?”

“Yes, it was me.” Feng Zeyu worried that Shu Yan might find him too ruthless.

“Very persistent and you take them down, you take them out. Very well done.” Shu Yan truly believed that it was a good move on his part.

“Shu Yan.” Feng Zeyu smiled. He knew that Shu Yan, too, was a decisive person and not a fragile girl.

Feng Zeyu picked up his alcohol next to him and took a few sips from it. “Will you give me a chance to let me get to know you better?”

“That’s it?” asked Shu Yan.

“Shu Yan, I like you, a lot. I don’t know when it started. Perhaps when you told the kids that I am a hero. Or perhaps it was your matter-of-fact attitude when you saved Duoduo. Or perhaps it was when you made me lunch. Oh, yes, your cooking is delicious. It was the first warm food that I’ve had since I was out of prison. It was heart-warming.”

There were no romantic words, or crazy promises. His very last sentence – “your cooking is delicious. It was the first warm food that I’ve had since I was out of prison. It was heart-warming” – captured Shu Yan’s heart immediately.

“I’ll give you the opportunity. Whether you can make good use of it is on you. “

Ever since they had been to the hospital together, Shu Yan would ponder about problems between herself and Feng Zeyu during her free time. The biggest problem between them were kids. Shu Yan did not doubt that Feng Zeyu was nice to her kids. But this would be Feng Zeyu’s first marriage. For sure he would want to have his own children. And, once that happened, nevermind about Feng Zeyu, Shu Yan couldn’t even guarantee that she would not play favoritism.

Shu Yan brought this up when she was having dinner over at Hu Ruixue last time. Then Hu Ruixue asked her, “How come you are already thinking about having kids with Feng Zeyu?”