A few days later, the custom wedding rings arrived. After finishing his work in the afternoon, Fu Jichen personally went to pick up the rings from the jewelry store.
When Shen Jianian returned from the studio, she saw the man sitting in the living room flipping through a magazine. His long legs were crossed, and there was a cup of steaming tea on the coffee table.
Upon hearing the door open, Fu Jichen lifted his head from the magazine and, seeing that the person who entered was Shen Jianian, he closed the book, placing it casually on the armrest of the sofa, and got up to take the cello off her back, gently wiping the sweat off her forehead.
Shen Jianian's cheeks were flushed with a healthy red hue, and she casually asked, "How did you get back earlier than I did?"
"I didn't have much to do in the afternoon, so I left the office early." After placing the cello case down, Fu Jichen went to the kitchen and brought her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
