Chapter 13 - Body Transformation Fu Qingli, let me go! ...

The interior of the car is dimly lit, and the human eye may have difficulty discerning the changes in eye movements, but the machine can.

As a robot with a certain ability to analyze emotions, Gun Gun understood his hints and realized that going out meant he could see Lin Xi again.

It could certainly tell which one could spend more time with Linxi.

"Gungung has chosen to rest and will go out tomorrow."

Before taking action, it still tried to secure benefits for itself: "Fu Lili, when Xiaoxi gets home later, could you let Gun Gun say goodnight to Xiaoxi?"

"Can."

Having achieved its goal, Gun Gun contentedly told Lin Xi that it would see her later, then obediently turned around and jumped onto the back seat, curling up into a soft, glutinous rice ball.

"drop--"

After a brief shutdown sound, an unusual silence fell over the car.

Lin Xi suddenly realized that this was a real time alone with the two of them. Her heart clenched, an invisible heat surged up her spine, and she felt the temperature inside the car drop sharply on her skin. A heavy numbness gradually crept into the back of her head.

This is a sign of somatization.

But Lin Xi didn't want Fu Qingli to notice anything amiss, so she could only bite down hard on the soft flesh inside her lip, using the pain to keep herself awake.

He kept reassuring himself not to worry, he had told Gun Gun to turn off his phone and keep quiet, so he definitely wouldn't talk to him!

Fu Qingli kept an eye on Lin Xi's condition out of the corner of her eye and soon noticed the subtle changes in her body.

I was anxious, but there were no suitable parking spots on the roadside. Fortunately, it was only a five-minute walk to Xuefu Mingyuan.

He secretly accelerated, not caring that Lin Xi would notice anything amiss, and drove the car directly into the residential area.

The sound of the car turning off startled Lin Xi.

She had just emerged from the emotional turmoil and looked around in confusion.

Upon discovering the car had stopped near her building, she immediately reached for the door: "I'm here, I'll go first..."

Fu Qingli had just unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to turn around to get the blanket from the back seat.

Upon hearing this, he instinctively grabbed Lin Xi's slender wrist, his voice somewhat urgent: "Xiao Xi."

Lin Xi was stunned for a moment, then twisted her wrist forcefully to break free from his grasp: "Fu Qingli, let go of me!"

Lin Xi's reaction was clearly unusually excessive.

Fu Qingli didn't dare to insist, and slowly let go of her hand, her voice gentle and coaxing: "Okay, okay, I'm letting go. Xiaoxi, don't be afraid. I just want to talk to you."

Lin Xi had just noticed that the car was locked and knew she couldn't leave, so she could only try to stay close to the car door and as far away from Fu Qingli as possible.

From a young age, she felt that Fu Qingli had a special and pleasant scent, like the crisp, grassy fragrance of pine trees after rain.

Now, he is very close to me.

Her entire nasal cavity was filled with the crisp, clean scent of cedar, which made her unable to suppress the memories of embracing and kissing him, those moments all filled with the rich aroma of cedar.

The aura that once gave her immense peace of mind has now become a sharp blade piercing her heart, forcing her to face the bloody reality—the man before her now belongs to someone else, and they should never see each other again!

Her attempt to escape pierced Fu Qingli's heart; his hand froze in mid-air before finally falling limply to his side.

She spoke, her voice low and heavy, carrying a grievance she herself was unaware of: "Xiaoxi, does being with me make you so uncomfortable?"

Lin Xi instinctively denied it: "No."

Then I realized that saying "yes" was the quickest way to cut through the mess.

But upon hearing her reply, Fu Qingli's usually somber dark eyes suddenly flashed with an unusual brilliance, shining brightly in the darkness.

It's hard to break his expectations.

But some realities must eventually be revealed. Lin Xi's mind was in a daze, and she couldn't organize her words in a tactful way. She could only say it bluntly: "Fu Qingli, you're getting married soon. It's not appropriate for an ex like you to meet in private again. Your fiancée will feel insecure."

"Fiancée?" Fu Qingli looked surprised, then suddenly a candidate flashed through her mind. "You mean Su Yi'an?"

This was the first time Lin Xi had heard Su Yi'an's name from his mouth. Although there was no tenderness in it, Lin Xi found it extremely grating and ironic.

She turned her face away, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the streetlights outside the window, their glow flickering and scattering.

A genuine smile appeared on her lips, and her tone softened: "Yes, she's really looking forward to your wedding. You shouldn't make her sad. From now on, let's be strangers and avoid contact as much as possible."

She seemed to have been suddenly ripped from her soul, leaning weakly against the door, her whole body exuding desolation and etherealness, as if she would dissipate into the air at any moment.

Fu Qingli panicked and, disregarding everything else, reached out and put her arm around her shoulder, pulling her face to face with him: "Xiaoxi, listen to me—"

The next second, the words caught in his throat, and he couldn't utter another word.

That delicate, palm-sized face was now covered in water droplets.

Lin Xi cried silently, but a deep, intense pain welled up in his heart.

Unable to hold back any longer, he pulled her into his arms through her crotch.

I finally got to hug him!

For six years, the person who had only appeared in his dreams finally appeared in his arms.

Fu Qingli felt a lump in her throat, and a sense of disorientation washed over her, as if she had been transported to another world.

The person in his arms struggled instinctively, but he refused to let go. He tightened his arms and held her even closer, letting her tears soak the clothes on his chest.

The summer night was hot and dry, and the temperature inside the car rose, making it noticeably warm.

But the person in my arms was stiff all over and had a cold body temperature.

Fu Qingli's body temperature was transmitted through their skin, but it was like flowing into a huge icy sea, having no effect whatsoever.

He leaned down, his cheek pressed against Lin Xi's already wet cheek, feeling her tears streaming down her face. He spoke in a low, soft voice, explaining in her ear, "Although Su Yi'an and I have known each other since childhood, we have never had any contact or relationship. The arranged marriage was Fu Wenxun's wishful thinking; I never agreed to it!"

“I know he’s been trying to force me to follow his orders by suppressing Qingyuan. But Xiaoxi, believe me, I won’t compromise! Whether in the past or now, I’ve never thought about being with anyone else. You’ve always been my only one!”

He knew that Lin Xi was currently trapped in a desolate and helpless emotional abyss and might not be able to listen to what he was saying.

But he still patiently explained the misunderstanding over and over again, unwilling to let her suffer any more because of him.

She was much thinner than before, and even though he held her small body in his arms, he still felt empty inside.

The two were pressed tightly together, and he could feel her body trembling uncontrollably with every slight movement, much like a tree still hanging on a branch in late autumn, about to fall in the cold wind, perhaps to wither and die in the blink of an eye.

Fu Qingli suddenly felt utterly incompetent. Despite her desperate efforts to prevent Lin Xi from getting involved in her family's messy affairs, she had failed to protect her, both six years ago and six years later, and had still managed to hurt her because of those things.

Ultimately, I was too lenient with Fu Wenxun.

He was a womanizer with a constant stream of lovers, yet he refused to divorce, causing his mother, Shen Yu, to suffer from depression for many years, ultimately dying with regret.

He still felt it wasn't enough and wanted to cultivate himself into that hypocritical persona.

Fu Qingli herself could neither love nor hate her father.

She felt sorry for her mother, resented Fu Wenxun for not loving her, yet still refused to let her go free.

However, with the passing of his mother, these grievances became meaningless to dwell on.

If Fu Wenxun's methods were only directed at her, Fu Qingli would choose to turn a blind eye because of their blood ties.

But he shouldn't have targeted Lin Xi, and he certainly shouldn't have sent someone to Lin Xi to say these ambiguous things.

Since that's the case, let's settle all the old scores and new grievances together! He will never let Lin Xi repeat her mother's mistakes!