Chapter 49: Canned Yangmei, you're not really going to steal someone's girlfriend, are you? ...
After waiting for a few seconds with great anticipation, Fang Qingzhuo was met with a word of disgust. He was devastated. He walked past Luo Shu dejectedly, entered the password to his front door, took her suitcase and stepped inside. After a few steps, he heard a sigh as if accepting his fate. He turned around, went back and took her home.
"Password 533691, don't forget it again."
Thinking that the matter was over, Luo Shu took off her coat and hat contentedly, opened the shoe cabinet and changed into slippers as if she were familiar with it, and found that there was an extra box on the cabinet, and all the hairbands that she always lost were placed in it. The black and white decorative painting on the wall was also replaced with the graffiti she drew casually in his house.
It seemed that since the day he had a fever, this cold house was filled with traces of her colors, slippers, water cups, without a doubt, all couple styles.
While changing shoes, Fang Qingzhuo became awkward again and went to the kitchen with the shopping bag without saying a word.
If it were him in the past, he would have been cold and confrontational, and Luo Shu would have been able to confront him with confidence. But now he looked like a submissive and resentful woman, and she suddenly had no idea what to do.
So he racked his brains to think of a way to break the ice. When he opened the refrigerator door, Luo Shu ran over and said, "Hey, you're dressed well today. Most people can't pull off a hoodie, jacket, or vest. It's easy to look like a security guard."
He was even imitating Jay Chou's accent, which was insincere. Fang Qingzhuo turned his head even further away.
The blunt and blunt praise didn't provide any comfort. It seemed the medicine wasn't strong enough. She helped untie the plastic bag and said, "Hey, look at what our Zhuobao bought?"
He pulled out a can of bayberry and said, "Wow, it's canned fruit."
Then there were canned kumquats. “Wow, they’re still canned.”
So far, so normal. Slowly, canned sea coconut and even canned dragon fruit appeared. She asked sincerely, "Can canned food with this flavor taste good?"
Transforming into a ruthless conveying machine, Fang Qingzhuo took the cans from her hand one by one and put them into the refrigerator. He finally managed to utter, "Don't eat them then."
Luo Shu took out another small box: "What is this? It doesn't look like food..."
Fang Qingzhuo handed over his palm without even looking at it: "Don't use it for the time being."
His wrist, aching from being lifted mid-air, still hadn't received the can. Curious, he glanced sideways, his pupils suddenly trembling. It was something he'd never touched in his twenty-one years of life, but as a man, he knew everything about it. How could it be in his bag?
Luo Shu finished studying the text, and after a brief moment of confusion, she turned to him and asked, "Who are you going to use this for?"
No one knew she'd returned early, and considering the scars on his face, she covered her mouth as if she'd discovered some shocking secret. "You didn't really steal someone's girlfriend, did you?"
"What the hell are you trying to steal?" Fang Qingzhuo was speechless and couldn't say anything. "If I need it, it's only for you. Why would anyone else have a share..."
The moment the words left his mouth, he realized what he had said, and a visible blush crept up his fair cheeks, like a shrimp thrown into boiling water and cooked in a second.
During the two or three seconds of silence, time seemed to stretch out in an extremely long time. Fang Qingzhuo felt ashamed and let out a loud shout. He snatched the stolen goods from her hand and put them into his pocket to sell them. Then he fled to the living room in a panic, fell on the sofa, covered his face, and wished he could find a crack to crawl into.
Luo Shu behaved very calmly. She put away the remaining bottles and jars in the bag, and silently closed the refrigerator door that Fang Qingzhuo had forgotten to close. After doing all this, she washed her hands. When she heard the subtle sound of someone pounding the pillow behind her, she finally couldn't help but puff and ran to the sofa to comfort him.
"Fang Qingzhuo, don't be embarrassed."
"I didn't buy it." A muffled explanation came from the pillow. "When I was paying, the supermarket didn't have change, and the cashier asked if I could give him an item of the same price. Who knew he'd give me this instead?"
"Just explain it clearly, and get up quickly. Don't hold it in anymore."
"I'm not bad."
"Hey, we're all adults, there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I'm not bad."
"Yes, yes, you're not too upset, but I am."
Luo Shu was really worried that he would suffocate himself to death, so she gently and flatteringly tugged at his arm, "Get up, no one is laughing at you. I swear, this is known to heaven, earth, you, and me."
The man didn't move at all. Luo Shu used her secret weapon to tickle his skin. The first time, he didn't move. The second time, he still didn't move. Could he be some rare saint who wasn't afraid of being tickled? The third time, she reached under his sweatshirt to try. Fang Qingzhuo finally reacted, with a slight, but noticeable tremor.
Perhaps it was because the look of this body at her mercy was too attractive, or perhaps it was because her unfounded desire to conquer was satisfied, but Luo Shu became bolder than before. When she wanted to explore deeper, she felt dizzy and was pinned down by Fang Qingzhuo.
Fang Qingzhuo didn't mean to blame her, he just felt an unbearable tingling in his heart, his Adam's apple rolling in sync with his heartbeat. He pressed down on that tiny body without any mercy, blocking her lips that had just been chattering, sucking, rubbing, and ravaging them. He kissed until her lips were numb, kissed until he lost his mind, kissed until Luo Shu wanted to stop and retreated step by step, but he refused to stop and kept chasing her.
Luo Shu's consciousness collapsed. She originally thought that Fang Qingzhuo was simply retaliating to take advantage of him, but his desire to explore went far beyond that. It was not until she felt the burning sensation on her waist skin caused by the rubbing of his palms all the way up that she suddenly woke up.
No matter how emotionally motivated he was, Fang Qingzhuo had never been so unruly.
Their chests rose and fell rapidly against each other. She was breathing and looking at him, and he was also breathing and looking at her. The two bodies, both frighteningly hot, were exposed in the air, emitting unspeakable molecules of desire.
Suddenly, Luo Shu shush started and pushed Fang Qingzhuo away for no reason, then rushed into the bathroom and never came out again.
Outside the door, Fang Qingzhuo was pacing back and forth with his arms folded, afraid that his previous inappropriate behavior would scare her. He didn't dare to ask or knock on the door. When he was about to swallow his pride and knock on the door to apologize, a message from Luo Shu came to his phone.
In the store downstairs, the staff at the cashier's counter clearly felt that this returning customer was up to no good. Compared to before, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in the look they gave him.
After scanning the product barcode with the barcode scanner, he casually asked, "Do you need a black plastic bag?"
Fang Qingzhuo learned his lesson this time and clicked on the payment code. When he heard the clerk's question, he raised his eyelids and asked back, "Why do you need a black plastic bag?"
The male clerk disagreed: "Many girls want this. Besides, what kind of man would buy this? He would be laughed at..."
Fang Qingzhuo immediately cut off his chauvinistic words: "I'm not afraid of being laughed at. Please give me a normal bag. People who have received compulsory education will only know that I have a girlfriend."
He wanted to show off but was embarrassed by the clerk's lecture. Well, he blamed him for doing something unnecessary. He tore off a transparent plastic bag and quickly packed it up, then went on to serve the next customer.
When he came out, Fang Qingzhuo saw a black car parked on the side of the road. The driver, Lao Chen, was standing in front of the car door and waving at him.
Climbing into the back seat, Fang Jueshan saw the sanitary napkins he bought in his hand: "Girlfriend?"
Fang Qingzhuo didn't feel embarrassed and admitted generously: "Yes, my girlfriend."
"How's that little dog you mentioned last time that bit someone?" Fang Jueshan asked.
"Don't bite me, don't yell at me, be very clingy and love me."
Fang Jueshan curled the corners of his lips, but didn't comment. He glanced at him, noticed the bruise on his cheek, and said sarcastically, "If that's why you don't dare go home for the New Year, there's no need to do that."
"Grandma will worry."
"Worried about you fighting with your friends?"
Fang Qingzhuo paused slightly, put his hands in his pockets, frowned slightly and stared out the window, even though there was no one outside the car window.
Seeing the growing wariness around him, Fang Jueshan had initially just made a random guess, but he hadn't expected it to come out true. He smiled and said, "It's the kid from the Gu family."
Fang Qingzhuo took a few seconds to adjust his expression, pretended nothing had happened and turned his head back, trying to use an analytical look to determine whether he had found out the whole story or was just gossiping.
As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Fang Jueshan let him look at him nonchalantly. "I don't care about the cause, and I won't investigate. It's your Uncle Gu who mentioned a while ago that his son had a facial injury and couldn't come to pay New Year's greetings. Plus, the housekeeper, the second son, was listless when he came."
Fang Qingzhuo thought he would give her a lecture, but nothing happened.
"You don't blame me?"
"Why should I blame you? It was just a fight with a friend. I've warned you since you were little that if there's a conflict of interest or an obstacle blocking your path, you must use your fists. But remember, there are two things you shouldn't do. First, against vulnerable groups. That's reckless behavior, not only unfair but also potentially embarrassing. You didn't listen. Second, against your closest family members. That's animalistic behavior, unforgivable."
Hearing him say it so casually, Fang Qingzhuo felt mixed emotions. Yes, he had taught him much more than just that.
I remember that when he was a child, he was particularly obsessed with cartoons. When Fang Jueshan came home from get off work, he showed his fatherly love and watched a short episode with him. After it was over, he asked him a question: Do you know why the wolf can't eat the sheep?
"Because he's stupid."
Fang Jueshan was neither wrong nor right: "Because wolves that can't eat sheep only exist in cartoons."
This passage was quite difficult for him to understand at that age.
Fang Jueshan's interpretation is subtle yet direct criticism of young souls. "In the law of the jungle, none of the animals at the top of the food chain are herbivores. They are either tigers or lions, and the worst are wolves. Of course, the exception is Big Bad Wolf in the cartoon."
"The animal world is also divided into different classes. Some dominate the mountains and become nationally protected species, some are relegated to zoos where they are put on display for people to see, and some can only lie quietly in enclosures, awaiting their scheduled slaughter."
"What about you? Tell Dad which one you want to be?"
Fang Qingzhuo didn't remember what he answered, he only remembered that he never watched cartoons again from that day on. At the same time, he understood a truth: all rules and laws were actually established to restrict the people at the bottom.
Fang Jueshan glanced at his watch mid-sentence. "I have a board meeting soon. To make a long story short, the start-up capital has been deposited into your account. The rest is up to you."
Was this the purpose of his trip? Fang Qingzhuo was stunned. The project launch would take even longer than he had imagined, with endless optimization plans and trial runs. Which hole didn't need money to fill? He had no choice but to activate his secondary card.
But he must not accept this money.
Fang Jueshan sensed his concern from his hesitation and scrolled through the acquisition details on his tablet. "Ordinarily, if you want me to invest, there should be some unwritten stipulations. But you're my son, and based on that, I don't ask for a stake. This is a personal loan from me."
"Breaking the rules so easily is not like you."
Fang Jueshan put down the tablet and said, "Then I will teach you one more thing. Money made from money is the most interesting thing. And principles are just high-sounding things, but they are only visible to outsiders. After all, you are my only son."
"What's wrong with Lin Su's stomach?"
Fang Jueshan was quite frank and gave him a meaningful look: "It's really not what's in her belly."
I don't know if it was Fang Qingzhuo's imagination, but Fang Jueshan and Lin Su were mixed up together. It was clearly an undisputed fact, but he always acted clean. His first reaction to his explanation might be to check the gender. Back to Lin Su, it seemed like she had disappeared since the family dinner that day, maybe she went to protect the fetus. In any case, it had nothing to do with him.
After this topic, both of them fell into a brief silence. Fang Qingzhuo learned that he had been very busy these days, carrying out drastic new reforms. Many people felt that he was still so busy at his age and status, while others commented that people in their forties were at the right age for hard work.
"Do you regret it?"
There was no subject in the question, but the man who lowered his head to reply to the message knew it well.
Fang Qingzhuo sighed secretly.
Everyone could condemn him, but Fang Qingzhuo was the least qualified to do so. The unfinished school building and the cars that frequently appeared at the base of the building during the Lunar New Year period were proof of this.
Before getting out of the car, Fang Qingzhuo rarely asked him to take care of his health. He took his hand out of his pocket to open the car door, but unexpectedly, the small box in his pocket slipped out of his pocket with a bang, giving the two people in the car a free fall physics lesson.
The two gazes converged and met. Fang Jueshan showed an intriguing expression of a parent gossiping about his child, while Fang Qingzhuo had a calm expression, but his actual behavior of bending down quickly to pick up something betrayed him. He pushed open the car door and ran away with his head down.
After Lao Chen came back, he actually saw Fang Jueshan in the back row laughing. It was not a short laugh, but a continuous laugh that seemed to be savoring the sweetness of red wine. He dared to ask if something had happened that made him so happy.
Then I got an ambiguous answer.
"I'm glad the kids are growing up."
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