27. That night... I was with my uncle...
There were no bath products in the bathroom, but in the cabinet under the sink there was a set of men's toiletries and several other sets of spare items, which were arranged very neatly and it was almost impossible to tell which were new and which were old.
Maybe someone lived in this room not long ago?
She was puzzled.
I took a spare toothbrush, toothpaste and towel, and after taking a shower, I walked to the bed with my hair still wet. I saw a desk lamp and a bookshelf on the bedside table.
Several books on the bookshelf are related to finance.
I just thought it was outrageous. My uncle was treating guests to financial books? It was just as weird as this room.
She withdrew her gaze and walked to the solid wood desk and sat down. Next to the desk was an old-fashioned bookcase, which she hadn't opened, so she didn't know what was inside.
There was only a black leather pen holder on the table, without even a mirror. Inside the pen holder were two pens that didn't look like they were just for display. They felt heavy in the hand and their surfaces were very worn.
Chu Yanhui paused and looked carefully at the pen in his hand.
Is this really a guest room? This pen has obviously been used every day to show this kind of wear and tear.
I feel strange.
She wanted to find a comb and a mirror, but they were nowhere to be found, so she had to open the drawer to look for them.
But the moment he opened the drawer, he suddenly froze.
In the drawer was a stack of documents, several seals of different styles, and a silk embroidered handkerchief that was completely different from the style of the entire room.
Her pupils suddenly shrank and she eagerly picked up the familiar handkerchief.
The white handkerchief is feather-light, almost transparent under the light, its threads delicate and soft. In the upper right corner, a black and white flying goose is embroidered with the Chinese character for "回" (return), a Chinese character for "回" (meaning "return"), a symbol of Chinese culture.
"回" is an ancient Chinese character for "回", and it was embroidered by her mother herself...
Chu Yanhui looked at the handkerchief in his hand in disbelief, as if he had been struck by lightning.
This handkerchief is hers!
Because it was my mother's first piece of embroidery after learning it, she kept it very carefully. But after that one-night stand, she lost it. She was heartbroken for over half a month, and later went to the private room to look for it but couldn't find it.
Her lips trembled: "How is it possible..."
Smell of roses...one-night stand...young uncle...
These three words couldn't be put together; just the sight of them together would send chills down her spine. Thinking back to her reunion with her uncle shortly after that night, goosebumps suddenly appeared all over her body.
Just then, there was a "click".
The door was opened.
She heard steady and powerful footsteps, and her heart leaped into her throat. She stood up suddenly, hurriedly stuffed the handkerchief into the drawer, and quickly pushed it shut.
The drawer was closed, but the handkerchief was too light and slippery, and was picked up by the static electricity on her hand and fell to the ground.
The white silk cloth lay on the dark grey carpet, as if it had fallen into a quagmire.
As she watched this scene, her heart skipped a beat and she turned around stiffly and mechanically.
She watched in horror as the man came over, bent down, picked up Sijuan, held her in his hands, and gave her a faint smile. Her scalp immediately went numb.
"Uncle...uncle..." she stammered, calling him.
Fu Rongshen twisted the thin silk in his hand and approached her step by step. His pair of almond-shaped eyes were clearly black and white, and his tone was half-smile: "You know everything?"
"I thought you would never remember it."
She was strong and calm, her hands clenched tightly behind her back, leaning against the edge of the desk, her face grim. "W-what? What are you talking about? I don't understand..."
"Let me help you recall it?" He didn't stop because of her fear. The smile on his handsome face made her tremble even more. "That night, who was it that threw himself into my arms, hugged me, and said that he wanted me..."
Chu Yanhui was horrified and shook his head frantically: "No, I don't understand - don't say anymore -"
How could that be!
It’s really my uncle!
That night…that night I was with him…Oh my God!
She almost cried.
She would rather sleep with that damned Editor-in-Chief Wang than have this person be Fu Rongshen, who is her uncle!
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, accompanied by a man's deep voice: "Really?"
Chu Yanhui met his smiling almond-shaped eyes and shuddered violently.
"Look at it, do you remember how you lost it, little darling?" He held her forearm, twisted it from behind, and stuffed Sijuan into her hand, little by little, into her fist clenched in fear.
The girl was shaking terribly.
"Why are you shaking? You had the guts to come into my room, but now you're scared?"
She could barely speak: “You…your room!”
This turned out to be his room... She suddenly remembered that what he said at the dinner table was "except the second room", but she was absent-minded and heard it as "the second room"!
how so!
She cursed herself a thousand times in her heart.
My mentality has collapsed.
"I was thinking, 'You forgot, I have the patience to wait.'" He picked up a strand of her wet hair and twisted it around his index finger, greedy yet restrained. "But now you remember...what should I do?"
Being so close, her heart was beating wildly with panic.
Pulling her hair back from his fingers, her pale voice almost tinged with tears: "Just pretend it never happened...Uncle?"
Fu Rongshen caressed the side of her face, lowering his eyes to look at her lips, his possessive desire clamoring wildly. His thumb, covered with calluses, rolled over the soft lips he had long coveted, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly up and down.
Her voice was husky with sexiness: "It didn't happen? Yan Hui, are you begging me?"
This action was too ambiguous, making her feel dangerous and frightened. She turned her head away to avoid his touch.
“…Please.”
Chu Yanhui's tears rolled in her eyes and fell down. Her brows were furrowed and her face was wet with tears, looking so pitiful.
"What can you do to beg me?" His tone suddenly darkened. He moved his hand from her face to the corner of her eye under her glasses, wiping away her tears. "You're crying like this, are you so scared? ... Do I scare you so much?"
He repeated the word "scared" on both sides, and she was so scared that she shrank back and dared not move.
Then she heard a sentence with a smile:
"I often hear people say that you and your boyfriend have a very good relationship. Is that true?"
She looked up suddenly, nodded vigorously with tears in her eyes, and bit her lower lip.
I hope he can be more merciful and let the one-night stand become a thing of the past for the sake of my boyfriend, and not dwell on it.
Fu Rongshen's smile froze when he saw her eager expression, and his gaze turned icy. He gritted his teeth to suppress the jealousy in his heart and not lose his composure.
"You have such a good relationship... What kind of expression would he have if he knew about this?"
Chu Yanhui heard this and her eyes widened in fear: "Uncle, what are you...what are you going to do?"
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