Chapter 51 Su Yumian, I Like You
After crying for a long time, Su Yumian's voice became hoarse. Fu Quezhou then held his face in his hands, his tone full of deep guilt.
"Before, I didn't realize how to hurt you. If you want to beat me or kill me, I won't resist. I just ask you not to ignore me. If you ignore me, it will hurt here..."
He pointed to his heart and said with tears on his face.
Su Yumian hadn't cried at first, but now after hearing these words, the grievance in her heart suddenly surged up again.
Her chin trembled slightly. She raised her red and swollen eyes and saw Fu Quezhou's face full of tears. Her mouth pursed and she started crying again.
She cried and sobbed, "I wanted to explain everything... but you still wouldn't listen... wuwuwu..."
Seeing him crying so sadly, with tears and snot flowing at the same time, Fu Quezhou couldn't help laughing at the same time as he felt distressed. This made Su Yumian cry even louder, "Woo woo, you're still laughing...it's obviously...your fault"
This was the first time that Su Yumian acted like a spoiled child in front of Fu Quezhou, and with such a tearful look.
Fu Quezhou's throat tightened when he saw this. He held his face and lifted it up slightly, then lowered his head and kissed the corners of his eyes, which were swollen from tears, with his trembling lips.
"Okay, all my mistakes are my fault. From now on, I will have no complaints if you want to beat me or kill me. Do you forgive me?"
Su Yumian just kept sobbing, tears still rolling down her eyelashes, but she didn't answer.
Fu Quezhou stared at the red corners of his eyes. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he suddenly became like a child asking for candy. He asked again after every kiss, "Mianmian, can you forgive me?"
"Woo... uh..." Su Yumian's crying choked her words.
"Stop crying and answer me, okay?"
His voice was so soft that it made people feel numb all over. He kissed her from the forehead to the eyes, then to the tip of her nose, and finally to her mouth. As long as Su Yumian didn't answer, he would keep kissing her.
Su Yumian was confused by his gentle attack. She squeezed out a soft "hmm" from her throat, with a tearful tone at the end, and then stopped talking.
I should obviously dislike him and hate him, but after hearing about his experience, I felt a little pity for him, but more of it was a desire for this hard-earned tenderness.
After all, he had secretly liked this person for three years.
So it is destined to be a losing game.
The moment he got the answer, Fu Quezhou seemed to be pulled back into the sunlight from the dark abyss by an invisible hand.
He took those two soft lips in his mouth deeply, and his voice was covered by the strong and suffocating kiss, "Su Yumian, I like you."
The strong and rapid kiss went all the way down, and Su Yumian's thin body twisted and gasped in his arms.
It was not until this moment that Fu Quezhou truly saw his own heart. His possessiveness, paranoia, and even imprisonment towards Su Yumian all came from his love for her.
Now that he had finally confessed his feelings to Su Yumian, he realized that he could no longer live without him.
The sound of panting filled the dim room. Fu Quezhou was afraid of scaring the person in his arms, so he stopped while he was ahead.
Finally, he buried his face in Su Yumian's neck, greedily sniffing the fragrance emanating from Su Yumian's body, his breath so hot that it seemed to be burning.
He tried hard to restrain himself and suppressed the flame that was about to burst out, then stretched out his arms and carefully held the person in his arms, as if he was holding the most precious glass in the world.
Su Yumian breathed softly in his arms, her ear pressed against his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat. At this moment, she inexplicably felt a little comforted.
So what if it’s a substitute?
He just wanted to covet the hard-earned tenderness of this moment.
Fu Quezhou did nothing that night. Now was the time for him and Su Yumian to rebuild trust and build up their feelings. He didn't want to force him, especially since his foot had not recovered yet.
The two of them tacitly agreed not to move forward and just fell asleep in each other's arms.
In order to take good care of Su Yumian, Fu Quezhou brought his work home to complete.
Except for practical knife-handling exercises that need to be completed in the studio, I will take half a day to go to the company and come back immediately after finishing the work.
The villa seemed to have returned to its former harmony and beauty, and Su Yumian's food was no longer prepared by Wu Ma but by Fu Quezhou himself.
And the recipe was the one Wei Ji gave me last time.
Just like today, when Fu Quezhou returned home from work, he went to the vegetable market to buy black chicken himself.
Knowing that Su Yumian couldn't stand the smell of chicken, he specifically asked the boss to clean it up.
When I got home, I immediately stewed it in a casserole and added angelica and astragalus, which are warming and nourishing Chinese medicines.
In the bedroom, Su Yumian was lying on the bed. Although he was clearly asleep, his brows were tightly furrowed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his fingers were unconsciously clutching the quilt.
He murmured incoherently, "No...no, I was wrong...I will never run away again, please, don't...!"
He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, gasping for breath, with a look of fear and shock on his face.
After he saw clearly that he was in a bedroom and not the abandoned laboratory that frightened him in his dream, his breathing gradually became steady, but cold sweat had already soaked through his pajamas.
He sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before his thoughts gradually returned to his senses.
At this time, a fragrance drifted into the bedroom from downstairs. He wiped the sweat off his face, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He picked up the crutch at the head of the bed and walked towards the stairs step by step.
Wu Ma stood aside at a loss. Fu Quezhou didn't let her participate, so she could only hold her apron and stare blankly.
Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw Su Yumian trying to go downstairs with the help of a cane.
"Sir, wait a minute, I'll come and help you."
Just as Wu Ma was about to go over, Fu Quezhou got there first and said, "You watch the pot, I'll go."
Fu Quezhou quickly walked up to the second floor and came to where Su Yumian was standing. He took the crutch from him and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Hold me first, don't move."
"I can go down by myself..."
However, without any suspicion, Fu Quezhou placed his crutches diagonally against the corner of the wall, then bent down, picked up Su Yumian, and slowly walked downstairs.
When Wu Ma saw this scene, she felt mixed emotions. She was a witness to everything Su Yumian had experienced, so she knew very well how hard this precious harmony was to come by.
Su Yumian felt a little embarrassed being stared at and turned her head to avoid eye contact with Wu Ma.
After gently placing Su Yumian on a chair beside the dining table, Fu Quezhou said, "The chicken soup will be ready soon. Wait a moment."
"Ah? Chicken soup again?" He drank chicken soup for a long time last time, and now he gets nervous when he hears the word "chicken".
Fu Quezhou had already guessed this reaction from him. He chuckled, scooped up a bowl of chicken soup, blew on it while walking to the dining table, placed it in front of him and said, "This chicken soup is different from the previous ones. Try it first."
Su Yumian didn't want to drink it, perhaps because the chicken soup he had last time left him with too stereotyped an impression, so he could guess the taste.
But seeing Fu Quezhou looking at him expectantly, he couldn't just say he didn't want to drink it, so he had to pick up the spoon and take a sip.
As the delicious chicken soup entered his throat, Su Yumian's first reaction was not that it tasted good, but that his stomach was churning.
But he pretended to be surprised and said with an exaggerated grin, "It tastes good. How did you make it?"
"I know you don't like stewed food, so I stir-fried it beforehand..."
When Wu Ma saw Fu Quezhou and Su Yumian chatting about how to make chicken soup, she quietly left the living room and went to the corridor.
"Why……"
Old Wang was a little surprised when he heard him sigh, "Why are you sighing? Now that President Fu and Mr. are back to normal, shouldn't you be happy?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Ma rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "I just said your man is a rough fellow. Haven't you noticed that your husband's spirit isn't what it used to be?"
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