Lin Qiong: ...

Didn't you go to work overtime last night?

Fu Xingyun looked at the person and began to question them, his eyes fixed on the other person like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, ready to strangle its prey at any moment.

Then he glanced at the photos on his phone and said, "Aren't you going to give me a reason?"

Lin Qiong: ...

Stop looking, I haven't decided yet.

As the man's gaze grew increasingly somber, Lin Qiong felt as if she were seeing a guide to the underworld.

"Even though I lied to you, you should know that I only love you."

"He and I are not what you imagine."

Fu Xingyun countered, "What do you mean by that?"

"Chatting under the covers."

"..."

Lin Qiong looked at the man and unconsciously swallowed, then decided to confess, "He is the photographer in charge of our film crew's costume and makeup photos."

Fu Xingyun: "What's your relationship?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong turned her head slightly away, unwilling to face the question, and said, "You'd better not ask."

Seeing Ren's guilty expression, Fu Xingyun's heart sank instantly.

The man spoke again in a cold voice, "What is your relationship?!"

Lin Qiong sighed, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

Fu Xingyun sneered inwardly at the sight of the other party's submissive demeanor.

The next moment, Lin Qiong said in a humiliating tone, "He and I are sisters."

"..."

Another moment of silence fell over the air.

Fu Xingyun looked at the person.

Damn it,

For a fleeting moment, he actually believed it.

Fu Xingyun: "Do you think I'd believe that?"

Lin Qiong looked at him questioningly, then asked, "Otherwise what?"

"..."

Fu Xingyun frowned. "You were working overtime and ended up at a club?"

Lin Qiong lowered her head guiltily, fiddling with the hem of her clothes. She glanced at the person, then quickly lowered her head again, honestly admitting her mistake, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you."

Fu Xingyun frowned: "Speak properly."

Lin Qiong asked in confusion: ?

The man looked at him coldly, "No acting cute."

"..."

"I didn't tell you I went to the club because I was afraid you would be unhappy if you knew. It wasn't an intentional lie, and it wasn't to cheat on you. The photographer and I are just friends."

"I swear to God, I am absolutely innocent with him..." Lin Qiong held up three fingers, hesitated for a moment, "...sisterhood."

Fu Xingyun crossed his arms and looked at him, "Why should I believe you?"

Lin Qiong said seriously with a stern face, "If I'm lying, my man is a dog."

"..."

The oath can be described as extremely malicious.

Lin Qiong, fearing people wouldn't believe him, continued, "I'm the kind of person who either doesn't do things at all, or if I do something, I do it to the best of my ability."

Fu Xingyun: "What if we don't do it well?"

"Then let's not do it."

"..." Fu Xingyun looked up at him, "What do you want to say?"

Lin Qiong said seriously, "If I had a dog outside, I would never let you know."

Fu Xingyun: ...

Seeing that the man's expression darkened again, Lin Qiong hurriedly continued to explain, "So what you know is definitely not my dog ​​outside."

"..."

Lin Qiong was speechless for a moment, unable to explain herself at all.

Then, succinctly, he said, "I only have you... no, I only have you all by myself."

Fu Xingyun's face darkened. "How do you explain the photo?"

Lin Qiong, with an upright character, has nothing to fear: "It's just a photograph."

Fu Xingyun: "This person is a well-known gay man in the circle, and his sexual orientation is male."

Lin Qiong looked completely innocent. "I know."

Fu Xingyun frowned.

Lin Qiong: "Otherwise, why would we be sisters?"

"..."

Lin Qiong looked at the man and tried her best to prove her innocence, "If you don't believe me, I can call him right now."

After hearing this, Fu Xingyun raised his chin.

Lin Qiong understood what the other party meant, took out her phone, and made a call.

The phone was answered after only a few rings, "Brother!"

Lin Qiong felt a chill run down her spine and looked at Fu Xingyun's expression before asking, "Are you busy right now?"

The muscular photographer quickly replied, "No rush, brother, what's up?"

Lin Qiong scratched her head. "It's nothing, I just have something I wanted to ask you."

Then she glanced at Fu Xingyun and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend now?"

Macho photographer: "No."

Then the muscular photographer seemed to realize something, "Brother, you wouldn't..."

Fu Xingyun, sitting to the side, raised an eyebrow and moved her lips, but before she could speak, she heard the person on the other end say, "You're going to introduce me to someone! I knew we were best friends!"

Fu Xingyun: ...

Lin Qiong: ...

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Lin Qiong pouted at Fu Xingyun with dissatisfaction, as if she could hang an oil bottle on her lips.

His face showed a wronged and aggrieved expression, and he condemned the other party with his eyes.

See? We are innocent.

Lin Qiong said apologetically, "There's no candidate yet, but I'll keep an eye out for you."

The muscular photographer didn't say anything after hearing this, but instead asked with concern, "Brother, did you have fun yesterday?"

Lin Qiong felt light and limp, her upper body slumped on the table like a jelly. "I'm quite happy."

The muscular photographer said, "Whatever makes you happy. I have another great place I'll take you to next time."

Lin Qiong replied casually, "Is that so?"

“Of course, good things should be shared,” the muscular photographer then added with a touch of shyness, “There are lots of men there.”

?

Lin Qiong's limp body stiffened instantly.

The other party continued, "Let's see it all at once."

Lin Qiong: !!!

After the other party finished speaking, Lin Qiong stiffly hung up the phone.

Her little mouth, which had been pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle, gradually pursed up.

He then forced a laugh and said to the person, "See, I told you we were both innocent."

Fu Xingyun stared indifferently at the person babbling on.

"A good place?"

Lin Qiong: ...

"Lots of men, enough to see?"

Lin Qiong swallowed and retorted, "None of that matters."

"What's important?"

Lin Qiong wiped away an invisible tear from the corner of her eye. "The important thing is that you doubt my unwavering love for you!"

"..."

Fu Xingyun never expected the other party to turn the tables on him.

Trying to steer the conversation back on track, he suggested, "Go to the club."

Lin Qiong looked heartbroken and said, "You doubt me."

"Go and see some random men."

"You doubt me."

"You..." Before the man could finish speaking, the other person skillfully interrupted, "You doubt me."

Lin Qiong: "I miss you every day when I can't see you. It's one thing if you don't miss me, but you even doubt me."

Fu Xingyun's eyebrows twitched slightly.

What do you want?

Lin Qiong glanced at him, "Do you know you're wrong?"

Fu Xingyun: "..."

"You suspect..."

Seeing the gaze fixed on him, the man forced out three words through gritted teeth, "Understood."

It's unclear why Fu Xingyun keeps stumbling in front of Lin Qiong.

Lin Qiong smiled after hearing this and said understandingly, "It's good that you know, but I was also wrong to lie to you about this. We're even now."

Fu Xingyun glanced at the person but didn't say anything. Lin Qiong smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Please forgive me this time."

As he spoke, he nudged the other person with his shoulder, like a pig nudging a cabbage.

Fu Xingyun said calmly, "Just this once."

Lin Qiong readily agreed, "Okay."

Fu Xingyun looked at the person and asked, "What if you do it again?"

Lin Qiong: "Then let's talk about it next time."

"..."

It's admirable that they acknowledge their mistakes but refuse to repent.

Fu Xingyun was slightly swayed by Lin Qiong's body, and the two were very close, the unfamiliar scent of the other person reaching their noses.

Fu Xingyun frowned: "You smell of his perfume on you."

Lin Qiong: "It's your nose that caused this."

Fu Xingyun: "My fault?"

Lin Qiong: "It was my fault."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and sniffed herself. It was the scent of the muscular photographer's cologne, probably left behind when they said goodbye that morning.

Seeing that she had appeased him, Lin Qiong said, "I brought you something back."

Fu Xingyun spoke up, "What is it?"

Lin Qiong didn't say anything, but mysteriously pushed Fu Xingyun out of the study, into the elevator's golden triangle area, downstairs to the restaurant.

Looking at the food on the table, Fu Xingyun asked, "Squash?"

Lin Qiong: "Mango."

"..."

Fu Xingyun looked at the abnormally sized fruit and asked, "Why did you bring it back?"

Lin Qiong smiled sheepishly, scratching her head in embarrassment. "Last night I went to the club for a fruit platter, and I thought the mangoes there were sweet, so I wanted to bring some back for you to try. That's why I went to ask around..."

I asked the staff at the facility if they had any for sale, and to my surprise, they did, so I bought one.

Fu Xingyun was stunned for a moment, but his expression quickly returned to normal.

For a fleeting moment, he thought that Lin Qiong had truly agreed to the marriage because she loved him.

Lin Qiong tapped the mango as if it were a watermelon, "It was so heavy that I held it in my arms the whole way, like I was pregnant."

He even demonstrated the gesture for the person he was talking about.

Fu Xingyun: "Don't bring me anything back next time you go out."

After hearing this, Lin Qiong looked at him and then at the mango. "You don't like it?"

Seeing the slightly bewildered look on the person's face, she said, "I like it."

Lin Qiong smiled again after hearing this, "I'm glad you like it."

Then he carried the heavy mango into the kitchen, and Fu Xingyun, as if possessed, followed him in his wheelchair.

Watching the person busy in the kitchen, "Lin Qiong."

Lin Qiong had just put on her apron when she turned to look at him. "What's wrong?"

The young man had gentle features, and his clear eyes seemed to speak volumes as he questioned him.

Fu Xingyun: "Do you know about my affairs?"

Lin Qiong looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.

"Are you aware that my company has been stripped of its rights?"

"I know."

"You know I'm paralyzed from the waist down?"

"I know."

"Then why did you marry me in the first place?"

Lin Qiong was a little confused. "Why is there a reason? Of course, it's because I like it."

Is there anyone in this world who doesn't like money?

Fu Xingyun curled his long fingers slightly. "Then you should have known very well that I didn't like you back then."

Lin Qiong: "But I also understood a principle at the time."

Fu Xingyun: "What's the logic behind this?"

"Forced relationships are never sweet."

Fu Xingyun: ?

The next moment, the young man continued, "But it quenches thirst."

"..."

After saying that, Lin Qiong turned around and continued cutting the mango.

Fu Xingyun: "Didn't you ever think about what would happen if I treated you badly after we got married?"

Lin Qiong glanced back at the person, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Then don't blame Old Wang next door for being nice to me."