Chapter 94

The alcohol clouded his mind, his head throbbed as if it had been pierced with needles, and his eyes were dry and painful from excessive tear production. He could feel the tear stains being pulled whenever he made any facial movements.

Lin Qiong couldn't tell who was in front of her, and she couldn't even hold the card in her hand properly, as if it were hanging on the tip of a knife, ready to be pierced if she moved even slightly.

Tears blurred his vision, and the alcohol made his throat dry.

Fu Xingyun looked down at the other person as if he were in a superior position. The other person was crying pitifully, with tears and snot covering his face. He had lost his usual liveliness, and his eyes, which were filled with water, were pleading and desperate.

Fu Xingyun stared at the salary card in Lin Qiong's hand, which trembled with fear. He clenched his fists tightly, his voice hoarse and filled with anger, "Why are you giving me money?"

Lin Qiong's hands trembled, and her knees, which were slightly red from the struggle, moved forward.

"It's all yours, as long as... as long as you let me go, all the money here is yours. If you think it's not enough... if you think it's not enough, I'll... I'll make it up to you later, okay? I promise I'll make it up to you, I... I..."

"Don't you like money?" Fu Xingyun was deeply stung by what he saw.

Lin Qiong, thinking the other person was being unreasonable, rushed forward and grabbed the other person's sleeve like a beggar, trembling with fear as if she were in the coldest place. "Please, I... I only have this much, I have nothing else, I have nothing at all, I really have nothing..."

Fu Xingyun's chest heaved, a dull ache in his heart. Lin Qiong had been so cruel to him before, so who was she trying to fool with her pitiful act now?!

Now I know to beg him.

The anger simmering within him had nowhere to hide, and looking at the already broken person, he asked coldly once more, "Didn't you love money the most?!"

He'd do anything for money, even get married, as if money were his life, his soul, more important and more reliable than anything else.

Lin Qiong grabbed the person's hand and desperately shoved the card into their palm.

Unable to bear it any longer, Fu Xingyun raised his hand and slapped it open. Lin Qiong, finding her hands empty, instantly broke down in tears, like a child whose beloved toy had been snatched away.

Fu Xingyun's throat tightened, and for a moment he hated himself for his actions just now.

Lin Qiong cried out, her eyes gradually becoming red and swollen. "I like...I like money, but I like it even more...I like it even more. Please, please let me go..."

The moment I was caught, it felt like I was being held at the edge of a cliff, forced into the air. If the other person let go, I would plummet and be smashed to pieces.

Fu Xingyun raised his hand and pinched the person's chin, demanding, "Who do you like?"

When Lin Qiong was touched, she was so frightened that she could barely speak.

Fu Xingyun frowned. "I can give you a chance. Call your lover, and I'll release you if he arrives within ten minutes."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong practically scrambled to find her phone. Drunk and uncoordinated, it took her quite a while to finally pull it out from the pile of clothes.

Lin Qiong had her back to him, her fair back hunched pitifully. She was trying to unlock her phone for a long time but couldn't. Lin Qiong couldn't even see the words on the phone clearly anymore, as they overlapped, making it impossible for her to press the right spot with her fingers.

It took almost seven or eight minutes to untie it.

Then, almost instinctively, he tapped the contacts in the bottom right corner, his phone trembling as he did so. This was perfect, as he had always kept that person at the top of his contacts list.

Lin Qiong pressed the dial button with trembling hands. Fu Xingyun saw the person who had been fiddling with the phone for a long time raise the phone to her ear.

He started making phone calls.

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Fu Xingyun was startled and then took the phone out of his pocket.

—Lin Qiong—

"Hello...hello..."

The phone rang incessantly, but Lin Qiong could no longer hear it and almost instinctively called out to it.

Fu Xingyun took a deep breath and, after looking at his phone, finally pressed the answer button.

"Hello...hello..."

Fu Xingyun: "What is it?"

The voice from the other person came through the phone, sounding like a god. Even though the two were in the same space, Lin Qiong couldn't recognize him because she was drunk. She was terrified because her subconscious told her that the person wasn't Fu Xingyun. Now that she knew it was Fu Xingyun on the other end of the phone and heard the same voice, Lin Qiong almost instinctively burst into tears while holding the phone.

Feelings of grievance, forbearance, despair, and collapse were all replaced by cries.

Hearing the other person's helpless cries, Fu Xingyun felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out.

"Fu... Fu Xingyun, Fu Xingyun... Someone bullied me." Lin Qiong sobbed uncontrollably, like a child who had been bullied badly and had come home to complain.

Fu Xingyun gritted her teeth and hardened her heart, saying, "Don't you dislike me? Why tell me?"

"I like it." Lin Qiong held the phone tightly, as if it were a rare treasure, and wouldn't let go. "I like...I like you."

"You're lying to me?"

“I’m not lying to you, I’m not…” Lin Qiong shook her head almost subconsciously. “I’m… I’m sorry, I was wrong before, I did something wrong, I was scared, I… I was afraid that one day you would get impatient with me, I was scared of the environment around you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Fu Xingyun, I’m really sorry to myself… I…”

Lin Qiong sobbed so hard she almost fainted, "Could you..."

Fu Xingyun looked at the man's thin back. "What?"

Lin Qiong: "Can you continue to love me? I... I will love you well too."

Fu Xingyun quickly moved the phone away as if his ear had been burned.

"Xingyun, can you come find me? Can you come..."

He couldn't hear anything the other person said after that; his mind was filled with Lin Qiong's words that she would love him well.

The other party's lies and deception are true, but should he forgive them just because of that little bit of charity they offered?

No, that's not him.

Fu Xingyun is not that kind of person.

Then, Lin Qiong somehow accidentally pressed the hang-up button, ending the call. Thinking the other party had hung up, Lin Qiong cried out in despair, "How did it hang up? How did it hang up..."

After hearing the other person's words of love, Fu Xingyun could no longer bear to look at that pitiful and helpless person. He couldn't bring himself to do it; just one glance made his heart feel like it was going to die.

Fu Xingyun turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.

Just as the door closed and made that rustling sound, Fu Xingyun heard another sound.

"Xingyun! Xingyun, is that you?!"

The man suddenly stopped in his tracks, his hands clenched into fists.

Damn it, Fu Xingyun, you're really despicable!

The man took off his smoky suit jacket, deliberately kicked over a heavy ornament next to him as he opened the door, making a loud thud so that the person inside would think the bad guy was done before he opened the door and went in.

The man, angry and resentful, but without hesitation, gritted his teeth and walked inside.

He closed his eyes almost resignedly.

Fu Xingyun! You'll die because of him one day!

The door was wide open, and Lin Qiong looked up almost instinctively, but her eyes were blurred with tears, and she couldn't make out the tall man's features. "Is...is it Xingyun?"

He was as pitiful as an abandoned house cat.

Fu Xingyun stepped forward and said stiffly, "Yes."

Lin Qiong, who was already crying uncontrollably, burst into even more tears. "Xingyun, sob sob sob... Fu Xingyun... I..."

The man came to the bedside, and Lin Qiong almost struggled to get up. She weakly hooked her arms around his shoulders and neck, buried her face in his chest, and kept sobbing, "Just now... just now someone, someone bullied me."

Even though he could barely speak properly, he still kept complaining.

Lin Qiong had lived two lifetimes before she had someone like this in her life to complain to when she was bullied.

When he was a child, some classmates laughed at him for not having any relatives. He got into a fight because he was angry. In the end, the teacher called his parents. His classmates were nestled in their parents' arms. The whole family mocked him with barbs. He wanted to argue back, but... he didn't. He really had no relatives. No one could stand up for him. For a moment, he lowered his head, and his old clothes were torn with holes.

Seeing the way the person was complaining to him, Fu Xingyun's heart softened. He reached out and picked up a thin blanket from the side and wrapped it around the person. "I understand."

Lin Qiong looked up at the person with her small face, "He also... he also took off my clothes."

Fu Xingyun lifted the person up and then sat down on a leather armchair next to him.

Lin Qiong hugged the person tightly, her reddened face pressed against the person's neck, looking extremely pitiful.

Then she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her smooth shoulders peeking out from under the thin blanket, and cautiously asked, "Did you discipline him?"

Fu Xingyun took a deep breath, feeling restless, and reached out to take a thin blanket to wrap the person up again.

"Of course."

"Mmm." Lin Qiong nodded with a mournful face like a little animal. Only Fu Xingyun, and only Fu Xingyun, could love and cherish him.

Lin Qiong raised her hand to hold the other person's hand, but the man supported her and she didn't take it.

Lin Qiong looked up at him, "Haven't you forgiven me yet?"

"How can I forgive you for doing things I don't like?"

Despite his angry words, he still managed to free one hand to hold the other person's hand.

Lin Qiong looked at him pitifully, "I apologize to you, can you forgive me?"

This question touched on his dignity, and Lin Qiong almost always tugged at his pride. Fu Xingyun turned his head away and said, "I don't know."

To everyone's surprise, the next moment a soft, wet touch came from her cheek, and Lin Qiong's lips were pecking at her face one after another.

"Can you forgive me for doing what you like?"

In Lin Qiong's subconscious, all Fu Xingyun liked was eating and kissing him.

The man was momentarily stunned.

Seeing that the person did not answer, Lin Qiong persisted in kissing the person's face, and then, feeling that it was not enough, went to find the other person's lips.

With just a gentle lick of his lower lip, Fu Xingyun instantly stiffened, his face flushing slightly.

Then, unable to bear it any longer, I wanted to turn my head away.

But Lin Qiong kept kissing him with her small mouth.

"Yes! Yes!"

Lin Qiong felt a little disappointed as she repeatedly touched the corners of the person's lips, and then shifted her position on the person's lap, intending to kiss them.

Fu Xingyun was almost mesmerized by the person in front of him. He took a deep breath and tentatively called out to her, "Lin Qiong! Lin Qiong..."

Lin Qiong didn't care about anything else. She looked at the man's lips, lowered her head, and kissed him. Unlike the previous times when she would just touch him and leave, she tentatively explored deeper.

As Fu Xingyun leaned back, Lin Qiong leaned forward as well. When Fu Xingyun was fully back in the chair, Lin Qiong also leaned onto him, giving him no chance to dodge.

When he felt that softness teasingly tugging at his tongue, Fu Xingyun felt like he was going crazy.

Damn it! There are still more than 20 pages left until the 102nd article, "Going to Bed"!