Chapter 25: Love 02
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After hearing this, Zhong Yining narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Is he your colleague?" she asked softly again.
Fu Yiqiu's eyes flickered, and he said, "I've already answered one of your questions. Now it's my turn, right?"
She didn't insist and curled her lips, "You please."
The huge living room was silent. He spoke slowly, "Why did you marry my brother?"
She was stunned for just a moment, and without hesitation, she immediately replied with a smile, "Because he's rich."
Fu Yiqiu even suspected that he had heard it wrong.
He had never imagined that she would dare to say such things to him. After all, he was her brother-in-law. What if he turned around and told Fu Yan? And according to her usual style, shouldn't she have replied gently at this time, "Because I love him"?
As if sensing the surprise in his eyes, she smiled even more happily, "He's so rich, with so many houses and so many companies. If he wants to find a gentle and soft vase to take home as a decoration, why shouldn't I be the naive and compete for the job?"
He looked at her, his brows gradually furrowed. "Are you short of money?"
"That's not the case," she shrugged, "but who in this world would go against money?"
"So you think money is more important than loyalty and feelings?" he said calmly.
"He's rich, willing to marry me, and doesn't really care about me. Why shouldn't I live with him?"
Zhong Yining lowered her body slightly and leaned against the dining table. "Can loyalty and affection be eaten? How many men in this world can be loyal and affectionate? Since men are unreliable, it's better to find a rich man. Money is reliable."
The home dress she was wearing today had a slightly large neckline. When she spoke to him in this posture, he only needed to lower his eyes to see her large area of fair skin and the snow-white skin that was faintly visible under the neckline.
Fu Yiqiu's eyes gradually became dark.
He hung one hand under the table and quietly clenched his fist.
"Zhong Yining, I find you to be quite depressed," he said in a hoarse voice, turning his face away after a long time.
"I call this reality,"
She listened without getting angry, but still smiled, "Brother-in-law, I suddenly realized that maybe the real naive person is you."
He then picked up the beer can, drank it in one gulp, then put the can down and stood up from the table.
"You're drunk," he looked down at her, his tone as cold as ever, "Go to bed early."
"Okay," she also propped herself up softly and said softly, "Good night."
Fu Yiqiu didn't glance at her again, turned around and went upstairs.
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Zhong Yining was not actually drunk. She just wanted to use the alcohol to tease this brother-in-law who looked particularly abstinent and cold.
She was so bored every day, so bored that she suddenly wanted to do something extreme and say something extreme. She even wondered if a serious person like Fu Yiqiu would be frightened by her hypocritical personality. That night, she called Fu Yan to tell him the truth.
Then she would probably have to act out a crying scene like Lin Daiyu, hugging Fu Yan's thigh and saying that she was joking, but she didn't expect that her brother-in-law actually took it seriously.
But who knew that she had already arranged the role for herself, and no one gave her the chance to perform at all.
The next morning, he should have breakfast with her and never mention the conversation last night, and go home on time to have dinner with her in the evening.
For three consecutive days, Fu Yan didn't return home.
For three consecutive days, Fu Yiqiu had breakfast and dinner with her every day.
She was a little confused. This brother-in-law, whom she could only see once every few months and never say a word to before, now spent more time with her every day than her husband.
Moreover, her personality had collapsed so much in front of him, but he acted as if he didn't see it.
Because the company was not very satisfied with the clothes she had designed recently, after dinner, she sat cross-legged on the sofa with her computer, pulling her hair in annoyance.
She was so engrossed in her worries that she didn't even notice at first that the sofa next to her suddenly sank under her weight.
"This collar..."
It wasn't until the people around her started talking that she reacted and turned her head in surprise.
"It's a bit high," Fu Yiqiu took the cup in her hand, took a sip, and calmly pointed at her computer screen.
She opened her mouth, then turned back to look at it for a moment, "Really."
"This skirt is a little too big at the hem," he pointed to another design, "and it doesn't show off my figure."
Zhong Yining stared at the picture for a while and nodded, "Indeed."
After nodding, she finally felt something was wrong and turned to look at him, "Fu Yiqiu, aren't you a doctor?"
He took a few more sips of water and leaned back calmly on the sofa, saying indifferently, "I have a basic aesthetic sense."
That's what I said.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
Does that mean she's a worthless designer with no aesthetic sense? She can't even compare to an amateur like him?
The way she rolled her eyes was simply out of her soul, and coupled with her hair that had just been pulled a little frizzy by herself, she looked a bit like an angry bird. Fu Yiqiu looked at her for a few seconds, turned his head away, and actually put his hand to his lips and laughed softly.
Zhong Yining was shocked.
This was the first time she saw him smile. She didn't even know her brother-in-law could smile!
Moreover, this man looked really good when he smiled. The curves of his eyes were very charming. He looked so good that she forgot for a moment that he was actually laughing at her poor business skills.
"Fu Yiqiu," she finally coughed softly, "I advise you to be more respectful to your sister-in-law."
He stopped laughing, but the warmth of his smile still lingered on his cheeks, and his tone was not as cold as usual. "My sister-in-law has a problem with her aesthetic taste. We need to save her."
The two of them were talking back and forth like this, and they didn't notice the doorbell ringing in the entrance hall at this moment.
The person outside the door pressed the button twice without getting a response. He became a little impatient and took out the door card to swipe it.
With a "click".
The door to the entrance hall opened.
Zhong Yining turned around and saw Fu Yan walking in with a briefcase in his hand.
She had never expected that he would come back at this time. It might also be because Fu Yiqiu had been with her for several days in a row, which made her almost forget that her husband would come home no matter how busy he was.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room was a little awkward.
Fu Yan obviously didn't expect Fu Yiqiu to be here too, and he was sitting on the sofa with Zhong Yining, talking happily. He put down his bag, closed the door, and said with a half-smile, "Yiqiu, why are you here? What were you talking about with your sister-in-law? You seem so happy. Tell me about it."
Zhong Yining glanced at Fu Yiqiu, whose smile had suddenly vanished completely, and immediately put down her computer, stood up, and went to greet Fu Yan. "I was telling him about a funny story I saw on Weibo today. I'll tell you later."
Fu Yan leaned over and kissed her cheek naturally, "Have you had dinner?"
"I'm done eating," she smiled gently, subconsciously hiding the fact that Fu Yiqiu was also here a few days ago. "Yiqiu is working in a hospital near our home today, so he came to have dinner with me."
"Really?" Fu Yan didn't take it to heart and said to Fu Yiqiu, "Brother, if you want to come over next time, please tell me in advance. It's been a long time since I had dinner with you."
At this time, Fu Yiqiu stood up from the sofa, nodded without any expression, and didn't even respond.
This was his usual style, and Fu Yan was not surprised at all. He waved at him and went upstairs with Zhong Yining in his arms. "Wife, I've been too busy these past two days and didn't have time to go home. I just slept in the company's lounge. I'm sorry that you have to stay alone in the empty room every day."
"It's okay," she curled her lips and glanced down inadvertently as she walked upstairs.
Fu Yiqiu was seen standing in the living room with his hands hanging down, his head slightly tilted back, his eyes fixed on her.
The light shone on his body, but there was no warmth at all.
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When Fu Yan came out of the shower, she was lying quietly on the bed reading a book.
"Wife," Fu Yan, not wearing pajamas, with his hair still half wet, walked towards her with his upper body naked, snatched the book from her hand, and smiled wickedly, "Come, let's practice our relationship as husband and wife."
To be fair, Fu Yan also had a good appearance. His upturned eyes were particularly attractive, what were commonly known as peach blossom eyes. Moreover, because he was in business and spoke in a witty and humorous way, she actually liked this in the past, otherwise she would not have wanted to marry him at that time.
In the past, she would have just gone with the flow and contacted him.
After all, this is a necessity for a normal married life, and she "doesn't know" that he is having an affair outside.
But today, she always felt that something was not going well.
"Tomorrow," she was kissed twice by him and gently pushed his shoulder, "Yi Qiu is here today, it's not a good idea."
"The soundproofing in our room is excellent," he said hoarsely as he unbuttoned her pajamas. "Be quiet later. He won't be able to hear you."
"You've been working all day, aren't you tired?" she said softly again.
"Not tired," he winked. "When doing this kind of thing, I always have extra energy."
Fu Yan's personality was actually quite strong, and she usually obeyed him, including in this aspect. Seeing that he was in high spirits, if she refused again, he would probably be unhappy.
She gritted her teeth, wondering if there was anything else to say, as she watched him take off his pajama jacket and reach out to unhook her underwear.
Just then, she heard a knock on their room door.
She and Fu Yan were both stunned. Fu Yan stopped what he was doing and turned around, "Yi Qiu?"
"Well," Fu Yiqiu's cold voice came from outside the door, "I want to talk to you about something."
"It's so late, why don't we talk about it tomorrow?" Fu Yan frowned, "Are you in a hurry?"
Fu Yiqiu stopped talking.
Fu Yan turned her head and looked at her. She said softly, "Go ahead. How many times can Yi Qiu talk to you in a year?"
Although Fu Yan was a little disappointed by the interruption, he scratched his hair and stood up reluctantly, "Okay, I'll go then."
Zhong Yining breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
She saw Fu Yan open the door. Fu Yiqiu was standing outside the door, wearing black home clothes, and his whole body seemed to have blended into the darkness.
He looked at her past Fu Yan, his eyes dark and deep.
Her heart tightened and she subconsciously lowered her head, only to find that she was only wearing a pair of underwear.
She bit her lip and quickly pulled the quilt up.
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