81.Does it hurt?
Chu Yan listened to his words, with a dazed look in her almond eyes.
Zhiju said Fu Rongshen had a strange temper, but he himself had never noticed it. Was it because his temper had improved?
My temper improved because I had less insomnia.
The reduction in insomnia is due to... myself?
She was baffled. Did she have anything to do with his stress-induced sleep problems?
I remembered what he said yesterday: "Can you please not hang up? Stay with me. I'm a little tired. Hearing your voice makes me feel at ease."
After hearing this, it was hard for her to think of herself as an irrelevant variable.
But...why?
How can I have such a big impact?
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Chu Yan looked up and saw Fu Rongshen and Chu Pingyou coming out. The former remained silent, while the latter was gloomy and suppressed his anger.
She stood up and walked over: "Dad, little uncle..."
They both looked at her at the same time.
Her eyes suddenly caught sight of the purple bruises at the corners of Fu Rongshen's mouth, and her heart trembled, filled with intense pain.
She looked at the gloomy man in disbelief: "Dad, did you do it?"
"Chu Yanhui, there's nothing for you to do here, go upstairs!"
Chu Pingyou looked at her distressed face and was furious. He knew her too well. If she hadn't been moved, she wouldn't have shown such an expression.
Grit your teeth.
She was going to piss him off to death!
The girl took two steps and subconsciously glanced at Fu Rongshen, a glance that contained a thousand words.
The other party smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, go up."
The familiar gentleness in those almond-shaped eyes relaxed her nervous heart, and she calmed down and went back upstairs.
Wait until sunset.
The nanny knocked on her door: "Miss, the gentleman asked you to come downstairs."
When Chu Yan returned to the living room, he was not scolded as he had imagined.
The man sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, his hands clasped together, as if thinking for a long time. He raised his head when he heard footsteps and asked her to sit down in front of him.
She was nervous and uneasy.
Chu Pingyou stared at her: "Did you ask Fu Rongshen to persuade me, or was it his own idea?"
She didn't lie: "He came here by himself."
"This illicit relationship started with his coercion and inducement. Why did you lie to your family and tell them you were repaying a favor?"
"I'm afraid you'll be angry... I like him."
He was so angry that he cursed: "Nonsense!"
"Dad, I—"
She was interrupted by the man, who said in a vicious tone: "He wants to treat our family to dinner tomorrow night. You all know what he means. Decide whether you want to go or not!"
"go."
She didn't hesitate at all.
These few days have made her realize her true feelings. She likes her uncle and will not be happy without him.
“You! You—”
Hearing his daughter's answer without thinking, Chu Pingyou laughed angrily, pointed at her, his fingers trembling, and couldn't say anything for a long time.
Finally, he cursed: "Evil creature, I don't have a daughter like you!"
"Chu Yanhui, you've forgotten how Gu He treated you, haven't you? You've forgotten what you said, haven't you?"
His eyes turned red with anger: "I didn't agree with you being with Gu He back then, and now I don't agree with you being with Fu Rongshen even more!"
"He is ten thousand times more dangerous than Gu He!"
He took a deep breath, pressed his aching chest, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Why do you always make me and your mother angry? Can't you just worry less?"
"Dad! Dad... I'll get you some medicine," she said, holding the medicine and water to him with tears in her eyes, lowering her head. "I'm sorry, I'm an unfilial daughter."
He waved her hand away.
"Get out of here!"
The cup was thrown to the ground with such force that it broke with a "pop". The hot water splashed on the back of her hand and the hem of her skirt, making her face look clearly and clearly in panic.
She stumbled back in surprise: "Dad..."
There was a stinging sadness in his eyes.
Chu Pingyou covered his heart and looked at her, suppressed his pity, and turned his head away.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Since you've made up your mind, don't regret it! If you suffer and are wronged later, don't go home and complain!"
She poured another glass of water, but instead of handing it to him, she placed it on the coffee table in front of him with her eyes lowered.
And put the medicine together.
Then he stood up and whispered, "I'm going to call my mother."
The next night.
In a luxurious private room of a high-end restaurant.
When Chu Yanhui sat down, she felt the atmosphere was suffocating.
She didn't expect that Fu Rongshen would actually invite Old Master Fu as well.
This is another form of meeting between the parents of both parties.
But after the basic greetings, the people at one table fell silent. No one spoke, as if they had all been given a mute drug.
Even the restaurant waiter's smile was a little stiff.
Chu Yanhui couldn't stand it anymore, so he hid outside for more than ten minutes on the pretext of going to the bathroom.
Call Fu Zhiju.
With a pale face, he leaned against the inconspicuous French window at the end of the corridor, his hand on the railing, his ear to the receiver, and muttered, "I feel like I'm suffocating sitting here..."
“This was the most agonizing meal I’ve ever had.”
Fu Zhiju was at the award ceremony, watching the beautiful man on the stage take the trophy and give his acceptance speech, while saying to her:
"It will be fine once we get through this."
"After all, my grandfather, Uncle Chu, and Aunt Gu don't want you two to be together. If you get together, there will inevitably be silence or quarrels."
"However, since you have made the decision to be with him openly and honestly, I support you unconditionally. There is only one thing you must be cautious about, and that is getting married."
Chu Yan replied: "I know, I haven't considered getting married."
Familiar footsteps sounded behind me.
She turned around immediately: "Little——"
Without saying a word, she cried out in surprise as the man pulled her into his arms, holding her waist tightly. He sniffed the fragrance of peach-scented conditioner in her hair and whispered in her ear, "Little sweetheart..."
She quickly covered the receiver, only to find that Fu Zhiju had already hung up. Zhiju knew her too well to even consider her difficulties.
She pushed him and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, why did you come out? My parents..."
"I said it's okay, trust me."
He stroked her temples, kissed her violently, pressed her against the railing, as if he was addicted to her, robbing her of her breath, and it was never enough.
She was kissed so hard that she whimpered, "I believe it, but... Uncle, this is a public place..."
He didn't stop there.
I am determined to take back all the kisses I owe you these days.
When he let her go, the girl's lips were red, swollen and numb, her breathing was difficult, and her eyes were misty. She looked pitiful.
He rested his hand against her forehead, calming his heavy breathing, and spoke each word in a hoarse voice: "Yan Hui, I miss you, I miss you very much."
She touched the corner of his mouth: "My dad hit me...does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, I just got punched in the face."
When she heard that, she immediately became nervous.
Pulling him away distressedly, she was about to check for other injuries: "Are there any other places? Does it hurt?"
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