Chapter 46 Applying the medicine, I decided to give him some excitement.

The living room wasn't a place for private conversations. Following her posture, Liang Huaixu carried her back to the room.

The results of his past training were evident when he held her. His arms were strong, and his steps were steady. Enveloped in the woody scent of his body, she felt especially safe.

I've done everything I should and shouldn't have done.

There are some things that need to be clarified.

Liang Huaixu put her down. "Shall we talk?"

Zhuang Fuyao's eyelashes fluttered as she asked him, "What are you talking about?"

"Did you lend him your clothes to deliberately annoy me?"

"yes."

"Were those things you said last night also meant to provoke me?"

She gave a defiant snort, "Who told you to keep saying we can't be together and always push me away?"

As expected, Liang Huaixu's brows relaxed. He took her hand and explained gently, "I have my concerns. We're sixteen years apart psychologically. In your memories, which you haven't experienced, we had a failed marriage. I have so many flaws..."

He wasn't sure if she had heard about it from anyone else, but he had to tell her clearly and explicitly in person.

He meticulously listed his shortcomings, such as being too busy with work and lacking romance, etc.

He blamed himself for everything and even brought up the miscarriage.

Zhuang Fuyao felt somewhat lost.

Understanding these things from the plot gives one feeling, while hearing them from Liang Huaixu gives another, the latter feeling being more real.

However, no one in the world knows her better than herself. She may become depressed or even depressed, but she will not divorce Liang Huaixu because of the unexpected outcome.

As for his busy work schedule...

Given her personality, if he's busy, she'll only make herself busier; besides romantic love, there are many other things she can do.

In short, these things won't lead to divorce.

He said, "For a period of time, I had no confidence in our future, or rather, I had no confidence in myself."

Zhuang Fuyao questioned him, "Relationships are a matter between two people. Are you going to push me to someone else just because you say you don't have confidence?"

Her words were like daggers, each one a piercing blow to his heart, causing waves of pain. Liang Huaixu said with difficulty, "My initial intention was to set you free, but I overestimated myself..."

Hearing that he had figured things out after returning from Yunnan Province, Zhuang Fuyao angrily pulled her hand back and punched his chest.

"Then why did you reject me like that yesterday!"

No matter how she hit him, Liang Huaixu obeyed, his eyelashes lowered. "Because I heard you say you were going to move out, I asked you if you had made up your mind. You nodded. I thought you really liked Zhao Zilin, so I didn't dare... I was worried that you would regret it after this improper relationship happened."

Zhuang Fuyao was speechless. "Moving out was Ms. Ji's request. She bought me an apartment near the restaurant. That's why I said I'd move out for a while and see if I could keep Ms. Ji in line."

"…………"

Neither of them expected that this remark would cause a misunderstanding.

After a moment of silence, Zhuang Fuyao suddenly bit his lip and addressed him, "Professor Liang." A sly smile played on her lips. "An improper relationship? What kind of improper relationship do you want with me?"

After noticing her restlessness, Liang Huaixu had no choice but to hold her tightly in his arms, trying to keep her from moving around too much, "I'm worried that you're just being irresponsible because you're drunk."

"You're worried that I'm only after your body and that you actually have someone else in your heart?" Zhuang Fuyao frowned, and before he could answer, she exploded, "Fine, Liang Huaixu, you actually think of me like that! You think of me as such a scumbag."

She gets uncomfortable sharing clothes with other people, so why does she think my physical and psychological preferences are separate?

She's provoking him, can't he see that?! Where has his high-IQ logical reasoning ability gone?!

Liang Huaixu tried to hold her tighter and comforted her, "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight at the time. I was blinded by jealousy. It wasn't until you provoked me again and again last night, saying that you had thought about getting back together with me, that I realized this."

He apologized repeatedly, adopting a very humble posture. If there had been anyone else present, they would have been astonished.

Given Liang Huaixu's social status, he might have apologized a few times out of politeness when he was younger.

The only person he would apologize to so humbly was Zhuang Fuyao.

Zhuang Fuyao naturally knew this, and her tone softened involuntarily, "So... are you jealous?"

Liang Huaixu nodded frankly.

This isn't the first time, nor will it be the last. She's so wonderful; many people must be captivated by her. Although he tried hard to tell himself not to be so petty, jealousy is something hard to control.

He had his own sensitive secrets he was ashamed to admit: his possessiveness, his infatuation, his longing for her... all crawling in the shadows and in a despicable way. He only dared to show her a tiny part of his feelings, admitting, "I'm jealous."

Zhuang Fuyao's mood instantly brightened.

She broke free from his embrace, sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gently caressed his lips, clearly expressing her affection, "...Even after sixteen years, I don't like Zhao Zilin, nor do I like anyone else, I only like you."

She whispered sweet nothings while fanning the flames around him. The misunderstanding cleared up, and their breaths became warm; many things were understood without being spoken.

Liang Huaixu's voice was slightly hoarse, "I'm going to wash my hands."

Zhuang Fuyao released him, and as if thinking of something, blushes spread across her cheeks.

In the bathroom, Liang Huaixu splashed cold water on his face and let out a long breath.

When he heard from her that she liked him, his heart trembled. His former composure vanished, and he became like a young boy, his body also moved by the emotion.

After calming down, he began to wash his hands, washing them very carefully from his wrists to his knuckles.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhuang Fuyao pounced on him like a cat that had just tasted canned meat, kissing and nibbling at him.

Helpless and at a loss, Liang Huaixu first placed her on the bed, gently grasped her ankles, and spread her legs apart—

Zhuang Fuyao was surprised by his directness and gasped, her legs unconsciously becoming wet.

Suddenly, a cool, refreshing touch came against me.

She paused, then asked, "What is this?"

"Let me apply the medicine for you." Liang Huaixu looked at the slightly swollen area, feeling extremely guilty. "Does it still hurt?"

It doesn't hurt, just feels a bit swollen.

His technique was gentle; he was simply applying the medicine normally, without any provocation whatsoever.

But Zhuang Fuyao still had an embarrassing reaction to his applying the medicine, her voice trembling, "...Is it done?"

She was so sensitive, it felt like she would melt at the slightest touch. The sight before him made Liang Huaixu's eyes darken, and he could only hope that the diluted medicine would work.

After applying the medicine, he restrained himself and released her, strictly forbidding her to behave.

Zhuang Fuyao pouted. Knowing that there was nothing they could do today, the two lay on the bed and chatted for a while.

She said with some reluctance, "I might have to move out in a few days."

Liang Huaixu felt inexplicably lost.

After discussing the specific time and arrangements for moving with her, I casually asked, "Fufu, when are we going to remarry?"

Zhuang Fuyao's eyes flickered.

Given the extent of Ms. Ji's opposition, it seems this matter needs further consideration.

She cheerfully tried to change the subject.

Liang Huaixu noticed her avoidance and, while rubbing her hands, his eyes darkened slightly. "Or do you have no intention of remarrying?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Zhuang Fuyao blinked and whispered reassuringly, "They will definitely remarry, but this matter needs to be considered carefully..."

Liang Huaixu frowned. "Listen to what you're saying. Doesn't it sound like you're just placating your lover?"

A lover?!

Hearing his self-assessment, she shrugged and chuckled.

Seeing her laughing carefree, Liang Huaixu narrowed his eyes and scratched her palm.

"It itches...it itches!" She tried to avoid it but couldn't, and stammered, "Actually, Ms. Ji doesn't quite agree with us."

Liang Huaixu frowned slightly, suddenly recalling the conversation Ji Lan had with him that day. Her words were full of pressure, and it was clear that Ji Lan was not very satisfied with him as her former son-in-law.

"What's wrong? Are you getting discouraged so quickly? This isn't like our Professor Liang." Her cheerful voice rang in his ear.

Liang Huaixu shook his head, his tone solemn, "I just feel that the task is arduous and the road ahead is long, but I will try my best to gain my mother-in-law's approval."

……

The two cuddled for a while, and then it was time for dinner.

The filming crew ate at Liang's house again.

Before going downstairs, Liang Huaixu changed into an elegant gray-black vest and put on armbands, as there were guests present.

Before he changed his clothes, Zhuang Fuyao went to meet up with everyone.

While she was chatting with her staff in the reception room, the surroundings suddenly fell silent for a moment. Following everyone's gaze, she saw Liang Huaixu coming downstairs.

"President Liang," everyone greeted him warmly.

A hint of amazement flashed undisguised in Zhuang Fuyao's eyes.

She didn't know that the thing tied around his arm was called a sleeve band; she just felt that his attire gave him a sense of asceticism, keeping people at a distance. The more she felt that way, the more she wanted to…

Suddenly feeling a bit thirsty, she quietly took a sip of water.

During the meal, the two acted like ordinary friends in front of Yan Yu and the others.

Liang Huaixu is a completely different person in front of outsiders. Every gesture exudes a noble and dignified air, and he is gentle and refined. When he occasionally lowers his eyes, he exudes an aura of authority without anger.

Underneath the tablecloth, however, a turbulent undercurrent was brewing.

Zhuang Fuyao, wearing a pair of pink and white high heels, gently rubbed against the cuffs of his suit trousers.

When I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was calmly chatting with Yan Yu about economic trends and current events.

Zhuang Fuyao decided to give him some excitement.

She lightly tapped his expensive, gleaming handmade leather shoes with her high heel. She was careful with the pressure, ensuring it wouldn't actually hurt him, but rather create a teasing, almost indirect, effect.

Liang Huaixu frowned almost imperceptibly, but quickly concealed it.

Zhuang Fuyao was not satisfied with his reaction and secretly increased the intensity.

Thanks to her cousin's experience and teachings, Huang Jiayu recommended a lot of restricted books to her, which caused her brain to be filled with a lot of erotic nonsense.

For example, the more formal the occasion, the stronger the sense of taboo surrounding the actions performed under the table...

Of course, Zhuang Fuyao is the type who is both incompetent and loves to have fun. She wouldn't dare to be so bold in a truly serious situation; she only dares to act like a tyrant at home.

As her ankle gradually moved upwards, Liang Huaixu sensed something was wrong.

The next second, the most vulnerable part was stimulated by the hard toe of the shoe.

Liang Huaixu's heart skipped a beat. He grabbed the foot that was playing tricks on him between his legs with a headache and gave it a warning look.