Chapter 35 I'd be willing to be a mistress
Yan Songyu's mind went blank for 0.1 seconds, and then she tried to slip away, but Feng Yu was faster and grabbed her hand tightly.
Why didn't you knock?
Yan Songyu pulled her hand away from his and stared straight at the buttons on Feng Yu's pajamas. "I... I was just passing by and was about to go downstairs to get a glass of water."
Feng Yu raised an eyebrow and glanced at the stairs behind Yan Songyu. Without needing to say anything, Yan Songyu could already see the mockery in his eyes. She wished she could bite off her own tongue. She wanted to escape even more, because she had already passed the stairs from her room to here.
Feng Yu, however, did not let her off the hook. He crossed his arms and leaned against the door, saying, "So you got lost in your own house and ended up in front of my door?"
Yan Songyu's face flushed red, and she decided to give up, saying, "Oh, right, I was still half asleep." Then she said "Goodbye" and turned to leave.
"Wait." Feng Yu stopped her again. "Songyu, did something happen just now?"
"No, I was just half asleep." Yan Songyu darted back to her room like a rabbit.
This is like trying to hide something obvious, and Feng Yu laughed out loud. "Aren't you going to drink your water?"
His response was a loud bang as the door slammed shut.
Yan Songyu thought the matter would be resolved peacefully, but she never expected that her little darling would undermine her.
After the "dream" and the commotion in the first half of the night, Yan Songyu slept very soundly in the second half. When she woke up, Feifei had already gotten up and was downstairs building blocks with Feng Yu.
"Uncle Feng, I think there's something wrong with how you've pieced this together." Feifei stared at the main tower of the castle that Feng Yu had pieced together, her two little eyebrows furrowed like caterpillars.
"What's wrong with it?" Feng Yu didn't see anything wrong; he was clearly right.
Feifei couldn't explain it either, but she had done similar puzzles before, and this one looked wrong. So she pulled out the blueprint, bent over on the carpet, and started "spotting the differences." Suddenly, Feifei exclaimed happily, "Uncle Feng, here, here, you used it wrong here!"
"where?"
Feifei pointed to the picture and explained to Feng Yu, "The top layer of this main tower requires three pieces. Although you can still make a circle with two pieces, you won't have this little chimney."
Feng Yu suddenly realized and gave Feifei a thumbs up, "Feifei is so smart, she spotted the problem at a glance. Thanks to you, otherwise I would have wasted my time."
Feifei proudly raised her chin, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
Yan Songyu, leaning on the second-floor railing, watched this heartwarming scene and couldn't help but smile. But the smile didn't last long, because—
"Uncle Feng, Mom had a nightmare last night and cried. She kept calling your name. She must have been frightened by your hospitalization. Please take good care of yourself in the future and don't scare my mom again. I don't want her to cry."
Feifei spoke with utmost seriousness, which delighted Feng Yu. So, did she go to see him last night because she dreamed of him?
"Okay, Uncle will definitely protect himself, and he will also protect Mom and Feifei."
Yan Songyu froze, turning to go back to her room, but Feifei saw her and greeted her happily, "Mom, come down for breakfast, don't go hungry. Grandma Liu made your favorite fish porridge, it's so delicious."
Feng Yu looked over at Fei Fei, his eyes shining brightly. "Good morning, Song Yu."
"Good morning." Yan Songyu tried her best to appear calm, as if nothing had happened last night, and that she hadn't heard Feifei's words at all.
Yan Songyu felt extremely uncomfortable during breakfast. Feifei had to go to her piano lesson, and Yan Binghua had already gone to the company. Only Yan Songyu and Feng Yu were left in the large restaurant.
Yan Songyu reluctantly put down her spoon. "Stop staring at me."
"Hehe~" Feng Yu chuckled softly, "Are you full?"
As Yan Songyu listened to his deep and magnetic laughter, her ears suddenly felt a little itchy. She couldn't help but tilt her head, her ear brushing against her shoulder, but the itch seemed to have already reached her heart.
Under Feng Yu's all-seeing gaze, Yan Songyu pretended to be calm and began to shoo the guests away, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
"What did you dream about?" Feng Yu changed the subject.
Yan Songyu suddenly had a wicked glint in her eye, “I dreamt that I died, and then you died too.”
Feng Yu joked, "Did I commit suicide for love? Aren't you very moved?"
"Of course not..." Yan Songyu blurted out the denial, then paused.
How can it not count? It's all because of her after all.
She became convinced of the "dream," and although it was bizarre, she felt that it was indeed her past life.
Wen Liang's hand was suddenly enveloped by Feng Yu's large hand. He took Yan Songyu's hand and pressed it against his face. "I seem to have seen hope today, so I'm going to push my luck a little. Don't be angry, okay?"
Yan Songyu wanted to pull her hand back, but when she met Feng Yu's smiling eyes, she couldn't bear to, couldn't bear to shatter the expectation he was trying so hard to hide in them.
The thought of Feng Yu, the numb, walking corpse in her dream, made Yan Songyu's heart ache.
"Feng Yu." Yan Songyu gently touched his thick, black hair. "I am not more important than yourself. You should take good care of yourself."
“But I can’t, and I can’t do it. You are far more important to me than I am to myself.” Feng Yu took her other hand in his, looked into her eyes and said, “So if you care about me, why don’t you love me?”
Yan Songyu's heart trembled violently. Love? Could she do it? Could she even manage it?
Feng Yu saw the wavering in her eyes and pressed his advantage, "I know what you're thinking, I know your fear, I know you still can't let go of your hatred, I know you're trying to heal your wounds. I want to share these burdens with you, I want to be with you."
"Feng Yu..." I will not get a divorce.
"What if I say I don't care?" Feng Yu seemed to guess what she was going to say. "I know you won't divorce Jiang Chengli yet, but I don't care. What I want has never been a title, but... your love for me."
"But..." This is not fair to you.
“I need fairness to make sense, Songyu. It’s truly unfair of you to refuse to give me a chance just because you think it’s unfair to me. At least you should listen to my opinion.” Feng Yu interrupted Yan Songyu again.
Yan Songyu felt that he had become a mind reader, able to guess everything she wanted to know.
Feng Yu continued, "I want to be with you, even if it means being a mistress. I'm not afraid of being seen by others."
Yan Songyu's pupils trembled slightly. "I'm afraid you'll regret it."
With victory in sight, Feng Yu smiled, "I've won the love of my dreams, what else could I possibly regret?"
He boldly pulled Yan Songyu into his arms, saying, "My biggest regret is that I missed you because of my inferiority complex. I always wanted to try harder and wait until I was qualified to say I love you, but... Now that I have the chance to be with you again, you have no idea how happy I am!"
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