The autumn sunset streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden glow on the room, while the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms.
I stared blankly at the room, then looked up at Fu Yanshen, whom I was clinging to. For a moment, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or in reality.
The man lay flat on his back, and I rested my head on his arm, sleeping on my side, my arms and legs intimately wrapped around his body, the familiar masculine scent becoming clearer and clearer.
I'm sure it's not a dream.
After he brought me back in the afternoon, shouldn't he have left?
Why are you still sleeping in my bed?
I quickly let go of him and tried to get up.
“Qiaoqiao…”
Fu Yanshen pulled me back, then rolled over and pinned me beneath him. Just as I was about to push him away, his lips brushed against the bridge of my nose, then moved down wetly and sealed my lips with his.
"Hmm..."
The man was asleep, his body heavy and sluggish, his entire weight pressing down on me, and I couldn't move.
He kissed me passionately, his kissing technique even bordering on unreasonable and domineering.
Just as I was about to suffocate, he finally released my lips and moved down to nibble at my neck. The slight pain was mixed with a tingling sensation. I weakly grabbed his head with both hands, trying to pull him away.
"Fu Yanshen!"
I shouted with all my might.
It was as if the pause button had been pressed on him.
After a while, he raised his head, looked at me sleepily, and pinched my nose with his rough fingertips.
"Am I dreaming?" the man muttered.
I glared at him irritably, grabbed his earlobe, and tugged it hard.
He winced in pain.
It was as if he had just fully woken up.
I pushed him away, rolled off the bed, and straightened my disheveled new Chinese-style white shirt with my back to him.
"You asked me to carry you back, and when I tried to put you down, you clung to me and wouldn't let go, throwing a tantrum and refusing to let me leave. I had no choice but to lie down and coax you to sleep." After getting out of bed, Fu Yanshen walked around to me and explained with doting eyes.
Is that so?
I don't believe it.
You're making me sound like a three-year-old.
I ignored him and went to the bathroom.
When he came out, he had already wisely left.
I turned on my computer, ready to work overtime at home, when he actually came back and brought me dinner.
"Just leave it there, I'm not hungry right now, thank you." I said politely to him, then looked down at the computer screen again.
"Qiaoqiao, I've always had a question: why did you suddenly want a divorce from me back then?"
From a great distance, the man stood in the dim, golden light of the setting sun, looking in my direction.
In the third year of our marriage, during the height of my passionate love for him, he now understands my past feelings for him and has begun to question why I suddenly filed for divorce.
"I've been offering my warm face to your cold backside for three years now, and I still haven't divorced you? Do you expect me to keep you around for the holidays?" I asked him calmly.
Fu Yanshen was speechless for a moment after I stopped him. He murmured, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
They're gone.
I calmed myself down for a while and then continued working overtime.
...
The talent show, which lasted for several months, has finally come to an end. The three boys I had previously promoted all made it into the top five and debuted as I had hoped.
After finishing the live broadcast of their final debut night, I flew back to Beijing with them. Just as I turned on the camera, Mrs. Ouyang called and invited me to have afternoon tea together.
She is now my mentor, investor, and best friend.
On a crisp autumn day, we sat in front of the villa's enormous domed floor-to-ceiling windows, chatting and drinking tea.
"Mother!"
I had just put down my teacup when a hoarse, tearful female voice rang out.
Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a woman with her face wrapped in white bandages and her legs covered with a blanket, sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed in by Mr. Ouyang.
The person in the wheelchair was Shi Jin.
She suffered extensive burns all over her body, and I heard that half of her face was disfigured. She spent three days in the ICU before her condition stabilized.
At this moment, Shi Jin only revealed a pair of dark eyes that were glistening with tears. When she saw me, our eyes met, and she glared at me hatefully.
Ha, she still doesn't know how to repent!
They even had the audacity to post an announcement online, claiming that Zhou Sumei had mental problems, that they had mistaken her for someone else, and that she was the victim.
Madam Ouyang took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup.
"Ah Chen, why did you bring her here? Her body isn't even strong yet. Aren't you afraid of getting infections from parading around in public? In the end, there won't even be any remains left."
Her words were clearly meant to be derogatory towards Shi Jin.
Ah Chen is Mr. Ouyang's nickname; his real name is Han Chen.
"Madam, you—I brought Jin'er here today so that this Sheng Qiaoqiao would personally apologize to Jin'er and admit her mistake! Jin'er was burned like this, it's all her fault!" Han Chen said angrily, pointing at me as he spoke.
Listening to his words, I just found them laughable.
What kind of spell did Jin cast on Han Chen? Even though he was burned and disfigured, this old man was still protecting her without any regard for right or wrong.
I only found out later that Han Chen had been engaging in illegal activities in northern Myanmar behind Madam Ouyang's back all these years, and Shi Jin was not only his lover but also his confidante.
"Ah Chen, I think you've gone senile, you can't tell right from wrong anymore! Shi Jin, apologize to Qiao Qiao right now!" Madam Ouyang slammed her hand on the table, her voice full of force.
Han Chen's face darkened, and he snorted angrily, "You, you're siding with an outsider! Jin'er is our daughter!"
Ouyang: "Qiaoqiao is my savior!"
"Mom! You know what kind of person I am. How could I possibly be Zhou Sumei's daughter? How could I have done such a heinous thing when I was little? She suddenly went crazy and framed me..."
Shi Jin started her sob story again.
I just quietly drank my tea and watched her perform.
At this moment, Madam Ouyang took a brown paper bag from behind her and threw it in Shi Jin's direction, "Your paternity test report with Zhou Sumei."
Shi Jin's crying stopped abruptly.
She was like a stiff mummy, completely still.
I rested my elbow on the table, propping my chin up, wondering if she would continue to cover for herself.
Han Chen stood to the side, wiping sweat with a handkerchief.
"Mom, I don't remember, I really don't remember anything from when I was little..." Shi Jin started pretending to be stupid again.
"Shi Jin, how come I remember you saying so firmly in the live stream that your parents died in a car accident?" I retorted quietly.
"I was only a few years old then, how could I remember so clearly? As for the matter of killing my sister, that was all made up by Zhou Sumei, right? Anyway, I could never have done such a vicious thing!"
Shi Jin retorted to me, then looked at Ouyang.
"Mom, I grew up in an orphanage and was always a confidante to the other children. To get a heart transplant for my younger sister Shixia in the orphanage, I worked as a bartender and even got attacked by a demon... These are all true facts! They can be verified! I've been so kind to people I'm not related to by blood, how could I possibly kill my own sister?"
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