Chapter 110

"You can take Dundun tomorrow."

Fu Xingyun smiled as he looked at the person lying listlessly on the bed. "Okay."

Only after the other person's breathing had stabilized and they had fallen asleep did the man stretch out his long arm and pull them into his embrace. He raised his hand to wipe away the tear stains on the other person's cheek and whispered, "Goodnight."

Men have a biological clock. No matter how late they stay up, unless Lin Qiong clings to him the next day, they never sleep in. So, when taking Dun Dun to school, there's no need to set an alarm like Lin Qiong does.

However, just as the man opened his eyes and was about to get up, he noticed something was wrong with his surroundings. The room he was in was simply and plainly decorated, quite different from his home.

Fu Xingyun frowned and turned to look at the person next to him, but he was the only one on the double bed.

"Lin Qiong! Lin Qiong!"

The man subconsciously called out his lover's name, a sense of worry rising in his heart.

The next moment, I found a note next to my pillow.

"Return automatically after three days."

Fu Xingyun frowned. He didn't know why he had inexplicably appeared here. Home invasion and kidnapping were impossible. There was also this prank-like note on his pillow.

What worried him was whether Lin Qiong would come here like him.

Fu Xingyun finished dressing, stuffed the note into his pocket, then walked to the front desk and handed the room card back to the receptionist, asking, "Who booked this room yesterday?"

The staff member looked bewildered. "It's you, sir."

Fu Xingyun was silent for a moment, "No one came with me?"

The staff member shook his head.

"Was there a Mr. Lin staying there last night?"

The staff member said, "Sir, this is a matter of personal privacy and we cannot disclose it."

Fu Xingyun didn't say anything after hearing this. He then walked out of the hotel, sat down on a bench not far away, and took out his phone to start searching.

Sure enough, this world was very strange, or rather, it was not the world he lived in at all. Searching for information about the Fu family on the internet yielded no results, and he couldn't find any record of such a person. When he checked his pockets, he didn't even have an ID card. How could he have booked a hotel room?

Fu Xingyun sat on the bench, lost in thought. But the problem wasn't unsolvable; after all, the prank-like note had already given him the answer that he could go back.

Fu Xingyun then stayed outside the hotel for a whole day to make sure that no one coming out was Lin Qiong before leaving. He then found a place to sell the watch on his wrist and solved his problem of having a meal.

As dusk fell and the sunset shone brightly, Fu Xingyun realized he couldn't book a room without his ID card. What he needed to find was a small hotel that didn't require ID registration.

Although there are goals, they are very few.

Fu Xingyun walked along, and every now and then people would turn their heads to look at this tall and handsome man. One of them, a girl who looked like a delinquent, stepped forward and was wearing a vocational school uniform. "Handsome, give me a V, let's make an appointment later."

Fu Xingyun strode forward without even glancing at him.

"Hey, handsome guy."

The girl's eyes widened, and she made a move to pull the man away, but he dodged her, saying, "I'm not called handsome."

Then he strode away.

girl:……

Fu Xingyun walked a few more streets and found that there were no small hotels that did not require identity registration.

At that moment, a noisy sound came from a small alley.

The dusty-looking young man spoke up, "I was the one who found this trash can first."

Another man retorted, "What do you mean you found it first? I've been picking it up here for days."

The young man frowned. "Impossible. I come here every day and I've never seen you before."

"Never mind anything else, this trash can is mine today."

"Dream on. When I was picking up trash, you were still an office worker."

Wow, they've found pride in picking up trash!

As he spoke, the young man stepped forward and completely blocked the dirty trash can.

Another man, gritting his teeth, said, "Are you trying to cause trouble?!"

The two then got into a pretty big argument, and after it was over, the man covered his face and ran out of the alley as fast as he could, yelling, "You brat, don't let me run into you again!"

The young man nonchalantly spat out a mouthful of blood, then began to rummage through his spoils with his dark hands.

The man who was competing with him for the trash can had beaten up the old man who was collecting cardboard with him a few days ago. Lin Qiong had disliked him for a long time. Although it was about competing for the trash can, the trash can was just the fuse. He really wanted to beat up the other man. The old man was old and didn't have money to buy medicine. Lin Qiong hesitated for a while, but still gritted his teeth and used the thirty yuan he had from selling recyclables to buy the old man some ointment.

Feeling pain in her mouth, Lin Qiong wiped away the blood and continued rummaging through the trash can to see if she could find anything to eat.

Fu Xingyun happened to see the man running out as he passed by.

The stench emanating from the other person was nauseating, and Fu Xingyun frowned almost instantly, taking a step back.

A casual glance into the alley startled me; it wasn't for any other reason than that the dilapidated figure resembled Lin Qiong, but was much thinner.

However, Lin Qiong was already quite thin, and it took him quite a while to fatten up the other person up. Upon closer inspection, the person was practically skin and bones.

"Yes...yes."

An excited, hoarse voice rang out, causing the man who was about to leave to pause in his tracks. Then, his eyes widened in horror as he looked down into the alley, his pupils contracting.

The thin, ragged man pulled half a piece of slightly moldy bread from the trash can and held it carefully in his hands.

He then sat down on the spot and began to wolf down his food.

Fu Xingyun's heart was pounding, and his eyebrows twitched involuntarily. Then, uncertainly, he took a step forward and walked over with a heavy heart.

The setting sun was dazzling, but it couldn't penetrate the alleyway surrounded by high walls.

The people on the ground were dressed in tattered clothes, which were not enough to keep them warm in this bleak autumn. Their exposed skin was dark and dirty, and they were so thin that they were just bones. Their hair was long and messy, blocking their faces.

The bread in his hand seemed to have hardened slightly, and Fu Xingyun could clearly hear the crisp chewing sound coming from the other person's mouth.

Beneath these high walls, in this darkness, they eke out a living like rats.

Upon noticing someone approaching, Lin Qiong quickly stuffed the half-bread into her bosom, hiding it tightly as if it were some precious treasure, afraid that someone would snatch it away.

The man's suspicions were amplified, and his tall figure suddenly felt weak in the knees. He stepped forward, lowered himself to the man's side, and stared at him intently.

He then raised his hand to brush the hair from the person's forehead, but it was slapped away.

"Mine!" The young man, clutching the bread, backed away, shouting fiercely, "It's mine!!!"

Looking into those eyes, Fu Xingyun felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his hand, which had been opened, trembled uncontrollably.

The man raised his hand again to brush the hair from the other person's forehead, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. In his thirty years of life, this was the first time he had ever been so afraid.

He feared that the miserable, ragged person in front of him was Lin Qiong, and that the person who treasured the moldy, hard bread was his precious treasure.

The hair in front of the other person was brushed aside, revealing a dirty and disheveled face.

The man's eyes widened, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground, struggling to breathe. It was as if an invisible force was choking him, and a bitter pain filled his heart.

Lin Qiong had told him about her past before and had clearly told him that she came from another world.

What did the other party say at the time? They didn't say much, just a brief, understated sentence.

At that moment, the other person leaned on him, looking at him with sweet eyes, "I had a slightly tough time in my world, but I'm very happy now, so nothing from before matters anymore."

He then retorted, "Why?"

The sweet girl raised her arm and hugged him tightly, clinging to him with extreme dependence. She whispered in his ear affectionately, her voice as soft as a falling feather, "Because I met you, I felt that everything I had gone through before might have been for the sake of meeting you. Every time I think like this, I feel that all the suffering I endured before was worth it."

The man looked at his lover with anguish, while she casually remarked that everything before was unimportant.

But this is by no means unimportant.

Where doesn't matter?!

Looking at his disheveled lover, Fu Xingyun's eyes reddened instantly, and his voice trembled as he spoke, "Lin Qiong."

The young man holding the bread looked up at him warily, thinking the other was going to steal his food, and hurriedly stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth.

Fearing that this hard-won food would be snatched away by others, but because he ate too much, the cold, hard, and spoiled bread choked him, causing a sore throat and an uncontrollable, violent cough.

Fu Xingyun was deeply pained by the scene before him. He reached out and pulled the person into his arms, saying frantically, "Don't eat, don't eat... Lin Qiong... Lin Qiong..."

At that moment, Lin Qiong didn't understand why the person in front of him suddenly hugged him, but after the bread was snatched from his hand, he struggled frantically, yelling, "Give it back to me! Give it back to me!!!"

"Lin Qiong... Lin Qiong!" The man endured the punches and kicks, his face being hit more than once, but he didn't say anything. He just used some strength to hold the person tightly in his arms.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally couldn't hold back his sobs and choked back tears.

His beloved, whom he cherished as a treasure and the light of salvation in his life, has now been wasted in this state.

Fu Xingyun held the person in his arms, feeling as if his heart had been ripped out, his limbs and bones were being torn apart mercilessly, and he felt a suffocating pain.

When Lin Qiong felt the uncontrollable emotions of the person on top of him, he was stunned. Although he couldn't understand why this seemingly dashing man would suddenly hug him, the other person didn't seem to have any intention of taking his bread.

Whether it was because she saw how heartbroken the other person was or for some other reason, Lin Qiong raised her hand and patted the other person's shoulder in a comforting gesture.

He didn't know how to offer words of comfort, and after a long pause, he finally managed to say, "Are you new here?"

"..."

After calming down, Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong properly, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection that seemed to overflow.

The other person's gaze was far too direct and blatant. Lin Qiong blushed and turned her head away, saying, "Why are you looking at me like that? I don't even know you."

Fu Xingyun: "I know you."

He continued, "I am your future lover."

Lin Qiong was stunned. A sharp pain shot through the wound at the corner of her mouth, and she almost instinctively asked, "Do I still have a future?"