Chapter 47 Interlocking: "Men cannot abstain from sex for too long."...
Song Luoyun returned to school, exhausted from the whole night's journey. Fortunately, she had no classes in the morning, so she planned to rest before going to the teaching building.
Denise, wiping her wet hair with a towel, couldn't help but tease her when she saw her: "You didn't come back all night, were you at Mr. Fu's place?"
“His wound got infected, and I was worried something might happen to him,” Song Luoyun said casually.
“You seem very worried about him.” Denise glanced downstairs. “Have you two made up?”
“Not really.” Song Luoyun slumped down. “I need time before I start again in a daze.”
Denise laughed: "It seems we've entered the probationary period. Let's look forward to seeing if Mr. Fu can pass it smoothly."
Song Luoyun curled her lips and walked to the balcony to look down. Fu Huaizhi's car had already left.
Back indoors, she looked at her phone for a while, then put it down: "Denise, do you know how to treat his condition?"
"It's hard to say, but some of my friends with depression have recurring symptoms. They might get better after a period of time when their attention is diverted, but they can't bear it when something similar happens again."
"Does that mean it's difficult to cure?" Song Luoyun's heart sank.
Denise said, "Yes and no. In this situation, you can't rely on others. It's best if he can resolve his inner demons and get through it himself."
After thinking for a while, Song Luoyun found several psychologists and sent the information to Fu Huaizhi.
She was in the laboratory building from afternoon to evening.
Occasionally, she would pick up her phone, but the message list was quiet. Fu Huaizhi hadn't contacted her; their only interaction was a curt "okay" after she sent him a doctor's message.
He probably doesn't care about her.
She thought to herself defiantly.
It was only eight o'clock when she left the lab. She had arranged to have dinner with Denise. They had just met downstairs when she saw a figure by the parking lot.
Denise noticed this too, and feigned distress, saying, "Sigh, looks like I'll be eating by myself tonight."
"I never said I would abandon you." Song Luoyun pretended not to see the person over there and took Denise's arm.
Denise gently nudged him, saying, "Come on, I don't want to be an obstacle between you two. Go on."
Song Luoyun stubbornly stood on her sister's side, but when she thought of the man's condition, she let go of her hand.
"How about we have dinner together?" she suggested.
Denise raised her hand in refusal: "I'm going back to order takeout. You better enjoy your date."
Song Luoyun approached Fu Huaizhi.
He was wearing a turtleneck sweater today, which seemed too thick for the warming early summer weather, but he didn't seem hot at all; on the contrary, he seemed to be radiating coldness.
"Why did you come here?" she said, her tone still somewhat distant due to a fit of pique.
The answer was obvious. Fu Huaizhi didn't answer, but raised his right hand slightly and said, "What do you want to eat?"
Song Luoyun looked at the hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally placed it on the hand.
"I had made plans with Denise."
Fu Huaizhi took her hand, walked around to the other side, opened the door, and helped her into the car.
He gently held her hand with his fingertips, as if reluctant to part, and rubbed it lightly.
Her tone was excited: "Then can I assume that you rejected your friend for my sake?"
“...Nonsense.” Song Luoyun turned her face away.
Fu Huaizhi smiled and returned to the driver's seat. "I want to go to the restaurant we went to last time."
Song Luoyun thought for a moment, her memory settling on that boiled pork slice restaurant.
Nodding, they set off, arriving in less than ten minutes. Fu Huaizhi expertly took the menu and quickly marked several dishes. Song Luoyun noticed that he seemed quite familiar with the waiters.
“During the time you ignored me, I often came here alone. I’ve tried almost all the dishes here, but the one I didn’t have with you was the best,” Fu Huaizhi said.
Song Luoyun then said, "You don't need to wait for me anymore. I'll let you know when I finish class."
Fu Huaizhi's slightly furrowed eyebrows relaxed as he finished speaking, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. He picked up a slice of meat and put it into his bowl, then handed it to the person opposite him.
After dinner, Fu Huaizhi took her back to school. He didn't linger too long with her, and they didn't even hold hands. They parted ways downstairs at her dormitory, and no one could guess their relationship.
For the next period of time, they continued to interact in the same way.
Song Luoyun sent her class schedule to Fu Huaizhi and told him in advance before leaving the lab, but he was always the one waiting for her downstairs. He never said how long he had been waiting for her.
At work, Fu Huaizhi delegated most of his tasks to Fu Yuxuan. In his spare time, he would visit a psychologist, and Song Luoyun would sometimes accompany him. Although he tried his best to hide his condition, Song Luoyun still managed to find out from the doctor.
Fu Huaizhi's psychological trauma stems from his childhood. A change forced him to split into two completely different personalities, and his emotional needs were not met during his subsequent growth, resulting in an extreme and contradictory personality.
He has never mentioned his childhood, but he can't get over it. The best way is to let him enjoy the present and look forward to the future.
This heavy responsibility can only fall on Song Luoyun's shoulders.
She would proactively share the little things in her life with him. Although her past was also a mess, she was very good at healing herself and simply sharing that small joy with another person.
During the summer vacation, Song Luoyun stayed at school for an internship. At the same time, she found an online part-time job, helping to edit videos in her spare time to earn money.
Perhaps fearing that she would be under too much financial pressure, Fu Huaizhi paid her tuition and fees well in advance, prepared three meals a day for her, and even took the opportunity to replace her computer so that she would hardly need any expenses.
Soon, a new semester began, and Song Luoyun faced even greater academic pressure. Fu Huaizhi would wait for her downstairs at the teaching building every day, and no matter how late it was, he would take her to a restaurant for a meal before returning to her dormitory.
The only time she could spare for Fu Huaizhi was when she stood guard at the door during his therapy sessions, taking a short nap on a bench. Sometimes she would actually fall asleep and wake up to find herself in his arms, holding his hand—a small but heartwarming moment.
This is how they get along, day after day.
Denise often teased him about this, asking, "Are you two having a platonic relationship?"
Song Luoyun then defined this relationship as: "Plato is purer than love mixed with impurities."
“How can Mr. Fu tolerate only dating you?” Denise said. “You’ve stayed out all night so many times, didn’t anything happen?”
“No,” Song Luoyun said.
She felt embarrassed to admit it, but when she stayed out all night, she only went to Fu Huaizhi's house. She was studying there, and he sat next to her doing official business. Their relationship was purely platonic, nothing more.
“Men can’t abstain from sex for too long,” Denise said earnestly. “It will ruin them.”
Song Luoyun laughed: "We've abstained long enough, a few more days won't make a difference."
It has been four months since the two men repaired their relationship. Compared to the rapid progress they made before, things are now progressing at a steady pace, giving each other enough time to adjust.
Even their first kiss happened after autumn. Fu Huaizhi took Song Luoyun home, and she was so tired that she fell asleep leaning against the seat. After the car stopped, he didn't wake her up, but looked at her for a long time before finally getting close to her and gently touching her with his moist lips.
Song Luoyun happened to open her eyes and saw the person so close to her. She didn't react at all and just let him rub her gently.
When she finally got off the bus, she leaned against the door waiting for him. He came over and took her hand without moving. But after a while, he suddenly walked around to her and, as if unable to contain himself, cupped her face and kissed her.
The kiss was long and passionate, his fingertips tracing her neck, his breathing becoming more rapid, his body trembling slightly.
When I finally let go of her, I closed my eyes, our noses touching, until we both calmed down.
But it only lasted one kiss.
It wasn't until the beginning of the new year that Song Luoyun received news: Fu Qiaosheng's final verdict had been delivered.
A ten-year prison sentence. The once arrogant man is now in prison uniform, and his every move is being monitored. He used to be high-profile and had many enemies. If they meet again in prison, he will probably be targeted.
Upon hearing the news, Song Luoyun felt a sense of relief, finally free from the anxiety of walking alone at night, and no longer worried about other girls being deceived by him.
A year and a half later, Song Luoyun returned to the Fu family home, and her first impression was that the place had become more vibrant.
The estate was planted with many roses, and the winding vines bore grapes, spreading a sweet fragrance everywhere, just like the home she imagined.
A few children were chasing and playing outside. The older boy sat under a tree, his posture upright and his pen-holding movements standard. He tossed a book over and said in a childish voice, "You should come and read instead of disturbing my studies."
Song Luoyun walked very lightly, intending to go around her.
Several children noticed them first, held hands, and said politely, "Hello, Uncle Fu."
Fu Huaizhi nodded simply, grasped Song Luoyun's wrist, and entered the room.
Song Luoyun's attention was still on the back. Looking at the children's innocent smiles, she suddenly exclaimed, "You've done a good job taking care of them."
Fu Huaizhi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his words revealing a hint of pleasure at being praised: "Why do you say that?"
“Children are naturally playful, but last time I saw your grandfather send people to herd them to the backyard and lock them in the house to prevent them from running around,” Song Luoyun said. The biggest impression she got here was the distorted education system.
“That’s how we grew up,” Fu Huaizhi said. “If you made a mistake or failed to meet the task, those with minor offenses would live alone in a dark room for two days without food or drink, while those with serious offenses would be punished by the family.”
"You don't want them to grow up in this kind of environment, so you brought them with you?" Song Luoyun looked at him.
Fu Huaizhi said, "Grandpa originally wanted to choose one of them to replace me, but he was disappointed. They were all children who cried and ran away when they were chased by dogs."
His words were not mocking, but rather a reflection; he had inherited his mother's idealism and had not yet had to bear those burdens.
"Since they have lost their usefulness, it's better to let them grow up without worry. What I was thinking at the time was, if it were you, you would help them."
Song Luoyun paused.
Sometimes she felt fortunate that she had met Fu Huaizhi; if it had been someone else, she probably wouldn't have had a good ending.
“They will thank you when they grow up, because you gave them the right guidance,” Song Luoyun said. Standing on the railing and looking out, she could almost see the smile on Fu Huaizhi’s face when he was a child and still had his mother.
Fu Huaizhi patted her head and rubbed it, then took her hand and intertwined their fingers.
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