62: Chapter 62 He even smashed the water heater just to get a free shower?

"Delivery! You ordered a hundred pounds of love, please sign for it!"

The door opened.

Su Wanqing was wearing her faded pink pajamas, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and she was still holding a spatula.

She had intended to curse, but seeing the scene at the door, she swallowed the profanity right back.

Standing at the door was not only the grinning Chen Fan, but also four hulking men in black suits who looked like Iron Towers.

The bags in their hands completely blocked the light at the doorway.

"What... what is this?" Su Wanqing watched the mountain of bags, her eyelids twitching, "Are you going to flee from a famine?"

"We're having hot pot!" Chen Fan stepped aside, waved at the bodyguards, "Why are you just standing there? Move it in! Handle with care, don't break my love."

Dark Blade and his men moved swiftly, like a black whirlwind. In less than ten seconds, they had stacked the heavy imported ingredients neatly in the corner of the living room, then bowed in unison to Su Wanqing: "Hello, Sister-in-law! Goodbye, Sister-in-law!"

Having said that, they turned and ran, not even waiting for the elevator, rushing straight into the stairwell, afraid that if they were too slow, they would be left behind to wash the dishes.

"Hey! You guys..." Su Wanqing hadn't reacted yet, and only Chen Fan was left in the hallway.

Chen Fan was holding a washbasin in his arms, containing a change of clothes, and a pair of men's slippers was placed by his feet.

He looked at Su Wanqing with an innocent expression and sniffed: "Wife, um, could you get me a pair of slippers? My hands are full."

Su Wanqing glared at the basin in his arms, her vigilance instantly maxed out: "Why do you have clothes?"

"To take a shower." Chen Fan squeezed into the room with righteous confidence, "I went for a five-kilometer morning run, got all sweaty and stinky. I was just about to go home to wash, but that broken water heater next door is busted and won't produce hot water."

"Busted?" Su Wanqing looked suspicious, "Didn't you just buy that house? The renovation is brand new."

"It might be a low-quality product bought by the previous owner, a shoddy construction project." Chen Fan took advantage of her being stunned and slipped into the room like an eel, tossing the basin onto the sofa, "Whatever, I'm just borrowing the bathroom. We're an old married couple, you wouldn't want to see me get lice, would you?"

Su Wanqing looked at the room full of top-tier ingredients, then at Chen Fan's thick-skinned attitude, and sighed.

"The slippers are at the bottom of the shoe cabinet, get them yourself." Su Wanqing turned and walked toward the kitchen, "Get out as soon as you're done, don't hold up my cooking."

"Got it!"

Chen Fan put on the slippers and swaggered into the living room.

The heating wasn't on, and only the heat drifting from the kitchen provided some warmth. It was quite cold in late autumn in Yunzhou, and to save electricity, Su Wanqing usually wrapped herself in thick pajamas at home.

Chen Fan frowned.

He picked up the air conditioner remote from the coffee table, didn't even think about it, and pressed it directly to "Heating," set the temperature to 30 degrees, and the fan speed to maximum.

Beep!

The old air conditioner let out a heavy wheezing sound, and warm air blew out.

Hearing the noise, Su Wanqing poked her head out of the kitchen with a spatula: "Chen Fan! What are you doing? That's an air conditioner, not a fan! Do you know how much electricity that uses per hour?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Chen Fan tossed the remote, took off his jacket, and said while unbuttoning his shirt, "It's too cold in here. It's fine if I freeze, but what if the kids freeze? And you, your hands are frozen red."

"I'm not cold! Turn it off now!" Su Wanqing was anxious; that was real money for electricity.

"Not turning it off." Chen Fan took off his shirt, revealing his sturdy upper body, "I'll cover the electricity bill, I'll pay for a year for you. Don't forget, I'm a tycoon who just gave our daughter a billion, this bit of electricity bill is nothing."

This sentence completely choked Su Wanqing.

That's right, this guy is now a nouveau riche with billions in net worth.

"You've got money to burn!" Su Wanqing cursed and retreated back to the kitchen, ignoring him.

Chen Fan chuckled and headed straight for the bathroom with the basin.

"Hey! Su Wanqing!"

Only two minutes after going in, the bathroom door opened a crack, and Chen Fan poked his head out shirtless, "Where are the plastic slippers? These cotton slippers will be ruined if they get wet."

"Are you a master? Do you need me to serve you?" Su Wanqing was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, making the cutting board clang.

"Hurry up, it's cold!"

Su Wanqing felt helpless, so she wiped her hands, went to the balcony to find a pair of old slippers that Su Muyang used to wear, and stomped to the bathroom door.

"Here, here, here! Take them!"

The door opened abruptly.

Chen Fan was standing there with only a pair of boxer briefs on.

The Chen Fan who used to be as thin as a rack of ribs was gone. Now, after the system's strengthening and his recent training, his muscles were well-defined, his abs were bulging, and although it wasn't that exaggerated bodybuilding physique, it was full of explosive power.

Su Wanqing only glanced at him once, and her face instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.

"Ah! You pervert!" Su Wanqing threw the slippers at him and turned to run, "You have no shame!"

"How am I shameless? Do I have to wear a tuxedo to take a shower at my own wife's house?" Chen Fan caught the slippers, watching Su Wanqing's fleeing back, smiling like a cat that had stolen some fish.

Bang! The bathroom door closed.

Soon, the sound of splashing water came from inside.

Su Wanqing patted her burning face in the kitchen, took a deep breath, and forced herself to focus on washing the vegetables.

"Ah—!"

A scream suddenly came from the bathroom.

Su Wanqing's hand shook in fright, nearly cutting her finger. She quickly dropped the kitchen knife and rushed to the door: "What's wrong? Did you fall?"

"Hot, hot, hot!" Chen Fan yelled from inside, "Why is the water suddenly cold and then hot? It almost boiled me!"

"Serves you right! That's an old-fashioned water heater, you have to adjust it slowly!" Su Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and scolded him irritably.

Two minutes later.

"Wife—!"

"What is it now?!" Su Wanqing felt her blood pressure rising.

"Body wash got in my eyes! I'm blind, I'm blind! Tell me where the shampoo is!"

"It's right on the shelf! The blue bottle!"

"I can't find it! I told you I'm blind!"

Su Wanqing gritted her teeth, wishing she could kick the door open and shove him into the toilet. But hearing the exaggerated screaming inside, she softened.

"Wait!"

Su Wanqing pushed the door open.

The bathroom was steamy, and Chen Fan was closing his eyes, groping around blindly, his muscular physique faintly visible in the mist.

Su Wanqing blushed, picked up the shampoo, and shoved it into his hand: "Here! Wash yourself!"

Just as she was about to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a wet, large hand.

"Wanqing." Chen Fan didn't open his eyes, his voice suddenly dropped, "I need one more thing."

"Wh...what?" Su Wanqing's heart skipped a beat.

"A towel." Chen Fan pointed at the bare shelf, "I forgot to bring one. You wouldn't want me to wipe my face with that foot rag, would you?"

Su Wanqing looked at his rogue attitude and was so angry she wanted to laugh.

"Chen Fan, you're doing this on purpose."

"Cross my heart, I really forgot." Chen Fan opened one eye and smirked, "Or how about you help me wipe?"

"Get out!"

Su Wanqing shook off his hand and took a brand new white towel from the cabinet, which she had stocked up on during a supermarket sale.

"Take it and strangle yourself!"

Throwing the towel on his head, Su Wanqing rushed out of the bathroom as if escaping, and slammed the door shut behind her.

Twenty minutes later.

Chen Fan walked out feeling refreshed. His hair was wet, and he carried the scent of the lemon body wash that Su Wanqing usually used.

He balled up his dirty clothes and walked straight to the balcony.

"What are you doing now?" Su Wanqing was setting the table, watching him vigilantly.

"Doing laundry." Chen Fan opened the washing machine lid and shoved the ball of clothes in, "My washing machine is broken too, might as well wash them together."

Su Wanqing's hand holding the chopsticks froze.

"Chen Fan, is your house a junkyard?" Su Wanqing was speechless to the extreme, "The water heater is broken, and the washing machine is broken too? Why don't you say you're broken too?"

"It's true." Chen Fan spouted nonsense with a straight face, "That house has been empty for too long, the appliances got damp, and the circuit boards aged. I just tried it, the washing machine only dances and doesn't spin."

Su Wanqing looked at him.

Believe you, my foot.

But seeing that Chen Fan had already poured in the detergent, she couldn't be bothered to kick him out again.

"You can wash it." Su Wanqing walked over and pointed at the washing machine, warning, "But there are rules! If you dare to do like before and stuff stinky socks and underwear in with your coat to agitate, I'll throw you and the clothes downstairs!"

When they first got together, Chen Fan's living habits were terrible, throwing socks and underwear in together, for which he was scolded quite often.

Chen Fan immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Don't worry! Absolutely separate washes! I'm a refined person now, I hand-wash my socks!"

Su Wanqing rolled her eyes at him and turned back to the kitchen to bring out the dishes.

Chen Fan watched her back, a smug smile curling on his lips.

He picked up the nightgown Su Wanqing had changed out of from the dirty laundry basket nearby, along with the children's uniforms, and shoved them all into the washing machine, mixing them with his own clothes.

He closed the lid and pressed the start button.

Hum—

The drum began to rotate, the water churning.

The clothes inside were entangled together, indistinguishable from one another.

Just like this life, as long as it's stirred together, it can never be separated again.

Chen Fan leaned against the washing machine, listening to the noisy sound of the water, feeling that it was the most beautiful music in the world.

"Dinner's ready! Do I have to invite you?" Su Wanqing shouted from the living room.

"Coming!"

Chen Fan replied, took one last look at the still-rotating drum, and walked toward the dining table with satisfaction.

Step one, invasion successful.

Next, it's time to completely pierce through this last layer of window paper.