Chapter 19 No Fight Tonight

"You sleep here tonight." Lu Shiyu opened the door of a guest room.

Fu Mingshuang frowned: "I won't sleep where Nian Jiusi has slept."

Lu Shiyu said nothing and opened another guest room.

"The aura of this room doesn't suit me. I won't sleep here."

"Fu Mingshuang, don't think about going into my room." Lu Shiyu exposed her mercilessly.

Fu Mingshuang smiled and pretended to be reasonable:

"Okay, then I'll take a step back. As long as you celebrate my birthday with me, I won't have any plans against you..."

"No fight tonight." Fu Mingshuang added.

"Celebrating your birthday? Celebrating what? Celebrating that you've lived one more year?"

Fu Mingshuang ignored his sarcasm, turned left and right, went into the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water.

"Where is your servant?" Fu Mingshuang raised her head and drank the water. She was about to put the cup on the marble table without knowing the seriousness of the matter when Lu Shiyu caught it in his palm.

He took the glass and set it down gently.

"They are all asleep. Be gentle and don't disturb them."

"What are you doing?" Fu Mingshuang asked coquettishly, pushing herself up onto the operating table. Her leather skirt was short, reaching almost to her thighs. Her red high heels hooked around Lu Shiyu's calf, drawing him closer.

"What do you mean? It's like we're having an affair."

Lu Shiyu had long been familiar with her vulgar tricks and had become immune to them. He calmly took a half step back and said two words lightly: "Good night."

I want to call it a night.

But only she, Fu Mingshuang, can say pause.

She casually flicked a glass. It scraped against the countertop, making a sound, then fell from the worktop. Just as it was about to shatter on the ground, Lu Shiyu quickly caught it.

Lu Shiyu regretted that he shouldn't have let a mad dog in.

"Fu Mingshuang, don't be too pushy." Lu Shiyu was obviously a little annoyed.

Fu Mingshuang became a little more obedient. She opened the video on her phone and handed it to Lu Shiyu: "Here, let me show you something interesting."

In the video, celebrities and nobles gathered in a magnificent banquet hall. The audience was living a life of luxury and drinking, but the stage was empty. There was only a three-layer birthday cake, placed lonely under the lights.

There was a sign on the cake that read:

Happy 19th birthday to Fu Mingshuang.

"Do you know what they are doing?"

Lu Shiyu's gaze moved from the screen to Fu Mingshuang's face, seeing her smiling face like a flower.

"They're celebrating my birthday here in the capital! Isn't that funny? My dad invited everyone but me."

"Lu Shiyu, don't you think I'm pitiful?" Fu Mingshuang laughed heartily, her eyes were bright, as if hiding a light, perhaps because she laughed so hard that tears came out.

"How could you bear not to accompany me? You know it's my birthday today."

"Because I never celebrate my birthday." Lu Shiyu's face was indifferent.

Ling Xiuzhu said that birthdays are meaningless things.

He was born just to continue the prosperity of his family. This was his mission.

Secondly, it is himself.

"Then you accompany me tonight, and I will accompany you on your next birthday," Fu Mingshuang extended an olive branch.

Lu Shiyu remained silent and let the olive branch fall to the ground.

"Come on, Ayu. I just want a piece of cake."

Even though the words sounded so sad, she chose to say them in such an ambiguous and coquettish tone, as if this way she could hide her truest emotions.

Lu Shiyu compromised: "Stay here and don't mess around. I'll go find some cake."

It was a late summer night, and the kitchen was a bit hot. Fu Mingshuang watched Lu Shiyu leave, a chaotic feeling running through her. She opened the double-door refrigerator, white light streaming into her eyes, and the cold air washed over her.

Hmm... Fu Mingshuang felt much more comfortable this way.

When Lu Shiyu turned back, he saw that Fu Mingshuang had kicked off her high heels, was sitting on the operating table, swinging her legs casually, and drinking red wine from the bottle.

"My dear, why do you hide alcohol where you live? Aren't you afraid of being criticized by your mother?"

Lu Shiyu took the bottle from her and placed it on the counter: "This is for cooking, Auntie."

"Then where is my cake?" Fu Mingshuang was curious. It was almost 12 o'clock in the morning. Where could Lu Shiyu find the cake?

Lu Shiyu didn't respond. He tore open a snack bag, poured the strawberry-flavored snack cubes onto a plate, and pushed it in front of Fu Mingshuang. He said calmly, as still as a pool of water:

"Happy birthday."

Fu Mingshuang couldn't help but burst out laughing, then deliberately suppressed his smile and put on a stern face:

"It doesn't count without candles."

Lu Shiyu pulled out the cigarette box that was sticking out of Fu Mingshuang's leather skirt pocket, took out a cigarette, and stuck it on the cake.

Fu Mingshuang stopped teasing him. Instead, she cooperated by taking out a lighter and handing it to Lu Shiyu.

"Click"...

Lu Shiyu lit the lighter and lit the cigarette easily.

Logically, this should be his first time using a lighter, but he performed the movements smoothly. The hands holding the lighter under the flame had distinct joints and were soaked in the desire of male hormones.

Maybe it's true as Fu Mingshuang said, he was born a bad guy.

If you tear off the mask, what will happen inside?

Fu Mingshuang picked up the cigarette and took a puff. The cigarette had a sweet creamy taste.

"Come again? It's very sweet this time~" She handed the cigarette in her hand to Lu Shiyu.

The cigarette was curling with a floral scent, making Fu Mingshuang's fragrance more and more intense.

But Lu Shiyu was like a stubborn dean of discipline, and just asked her:

"When did you learn to smoke?"

"A long time ago." Fu Mingshuang put away the cigarette and the light in his eyes, and took another puff.

"It's illegal."

"Yes, call the police immediately and arrest that old fool of my father." Fu Mingshuang looked at him jokingly.

"He abused you?"

"No, he only abused my brother, leaving him bloody and mangled." Fu Mingshuang's tone sounded relaxed. "He couldn't bear to hit me, because he wanted to keep my face and my body..."

"...to seduce you." Fu Mingshuang hooked Lu Shiyu's chin frivolously.

She came down from the operating table and suddenly closed the distance between them. Before Lu Shiyu could react, the hand that was not holding the cigarette had already wrapped around his neck.

She stepped barefoot on Lu Shiyu's feet to bring them closer.

"So, you must not refuse me, otherwise, my father will kill me." Fu Mingshuang said softly, and then she started laughing so hard that her body shook.

She swayed slightly and lost her balance. Lu Shiyu subconsciously supported her, his large and powerful hands resting on her lower back.

"Lu Shiyu, do you remember what I said at the graduation dinner?" Fu Mingshuang stared at him, her red lips particularly dazzling in the darkness.

"What?"

"A puff of cigarette, a kiss." Fu Mingshuang reminded him, but Lu Shiyu remained expressionless.

"Are you going to brag about that day you kissed in the alley? So he made you feel really good, right?"

"I wasn't kissing at all. You interrupted me, didn't you?" Fu Mingshuang raised her eyebrows with a smile in her eyes.

"So what do you want to say?" Lu Shiyu's hand was still on her soft waist.

"Don't you remember?" Fu Mingshuang held a cigarette between her fingers, stroked his face, and gently stroked his lips with her thumb.

"What did you do at the school gate to coax me that time?"

There are faint crimson marks on the cigarette, like lip prints, or like sweet strawberry cream, tempting people to take a look.

"Lu Shiyu, I feel like I owe you something."

Lu Shiyu held her wrist, his eyes entangled with hers, and he tilted his head and once again took the cigarette in her hand into his mouth.

Still feeling uncomfortable, he coughed twice, exhaled the smoke, and then said:

"Now, I owe two."