Chapter 34 What are you looking for? It was Saturday, and Fu Yanxiu was...
It was Saturday, and Fu Yanxiu was called by Zhong Ping to have some snacks. Fu Yanxiu had no interest in the snacks, but he still had an inexplicable lingering feeling about the door in Zhong Fei's room.
The terrifying and absurd conjecture in his mind, like an endlessly fermenting fog, made him uneasy, yet he couldn't help but want to move forward. He seemed so close to the truth, yet so far away.
Fu Yanxiu ate the mung bean cake that Zhong Ping had prepared, his eyelashes drooping. "Isn't Zhong Fei at home?"
"He went to the study room to study," Zhong Ping said with a faint smile. "Ever since that incident, he's been under a lot of pressure. He's been trying to improve his grades quickly, so he studies late every day."
"Actually, grades are secondary," Zhong Ping sighed, a hint of worry on her face. "I'm just worried her health might be failing. She's suddenly forgotten so many things. There must be something wrong, but I've checked her over and over again, and I can't find anything..."
"Auntie Ping, don't worry too much. Dad has arranged for Zhong Fei to see the most experienced doctors in their respective departments. They are capable and rigorous. If they say there's no problem, then Zhong Fei won't have any major problems."
Fu Yanxiu offered a few words of comfort, then remained silent for a moment before changing the subject, "Aunt Ping, has Zhong Fei's lifestyle changed recently?"
"I can't tell anything about his living habits," Zhong Ping said casually, "but he's been much calmer lately. He doesn't lose his temper as often, and he likes talking to me. He even rushes to wash the dishes every night, and his appetite is back to normal. After dinner, he even packs some midnight snacks to take back to his room..."
Fu Yanxiu looked over and pursed his lips. "Do you often bring midnight snacks back to your room?"
"Some snacks, midnight snacks, etc..."
Fu Yanxiu didn't say anything, his eyes became darker.
If she brings midnight snacks back to the room, does she have to be the one to eat them?
Fu Yanxiu inevitably thought of that door again. What if there was something special locked inside that door? If she took it back, she would actually...
Fu Yanxiu frowned. This absurd guess made him uncomfortable.
While he was distracted, Zhong Ping suddenly received a call and had to go downstairs. Fu Yanxiu was stunned for a moment and immediately stood up to leave. Seeing this, Zhong Ping patted his shoulder and told him to continue eating and just close the door when he left.
After saying that, he pushed him to his seat without saying anything, gave him a few more snacks, and left in a hurry.
The door opened and closed.
He was the only one left in the house.
Fu Yanxiu sat quietly at the dining table, with delicious snacks in front of him, but his thoughts drifted elsewhere.
The door hidden in the corner began to sway before his eyes again.
He raised his eyes and stared at the half-open door of Zhong Fei's room.
After a while, he put down his knife and fork and walked towards her room.
It's not nice for a man to enter a girl's room without her consent.
He naturally knew that this was bad, very bad.
but......
He went in anyway.
This was the first time he had really looked at her room.
The room is clean and tidy, with items neatly arranged. It has a simple style in light colors. Succulents and textbooks are placed on the desk. The window is not closed, and the curtains on the bay window flutter in the wind, exuding a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
It was somewhat similar to the feeling that person gave him now.
The unassuming wooden door in the corner was getting closer and closer to him.
He walked over and finally stood in front of the door.
His heart suddenly started beating wildly, and then he gently pushed open the door.
——It was a very small dressing room.
A cloakroom that is not even half the size of Fu Xuefan’s cloakroom and toilet.
There were not many clothes, ornaments, and hats inside, and they were neatly arranged.
Apart from these, there is nothing else.
All in view.
He didn't notice anything unusual.
Fu Yanxiu stood there in a daze, a thin layer of sweat on his back. He seemed to be relieved, but strangely, the uneasiness in his heart did not seem to dissipate at all with the seemingly normal scene before him.
Everything here seemed normal, but that almost overwhelming intuition was still telling her that something was wrong with this person, that she was hiding a terrible secret...
"What are you looking for?"
A calm voice with a hint of coolness suddenly sounded.
Fu Yanxiu's breathing stagnated. When he turned around, he saw Zhong Fei standing behind him with her arm in hand. Her big eyes looked at him quietly, like a ghost that appeared and disappeared mysteriously.
Fu Yanxiu's body froze, his thin lips moved, but his throat was momentarily blocked.
Lin Xicai glanced at him meaningfully, then turned and walked out the door.
Fu Yanxiu could almost foresee what she was going to do. His mind went blank and he took two steps forward and grabbed her wrist reflexively without having time to think.
Lin Xicai had her back to him, her body pulled by the force of his hands, her thin back pressed against the strong thin muscles on his chest, her hands were tightly clamped on her chest, and her voice was blocked in her mouth.
He held her wrist tightly with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.
A cold and hoarse voice came from above his head, carrying a warm breath, "Don't shout."
Both of their bodies were a little stiff, two completely different auras colliding, repelling, and blending in this cramped space...
It's not a pleasant feeling to be controlled by others, but the one who is even more panicked is another one.
He covered her mouth, afraid that she would shout out something.
But he knew, and she knew too, that he couldn't cover her mouth forever.
"Don't shout, let's talk." Fu Yanxiu said.
After hesitating for a moment, seeing that she reacted calmly, Fu Yanxiu let her go.
Lin Xicai turned around, and a slight red mark appeared on her fair and tender face. She seemed unaware of it. She turned back and looked at him indifferently, with a sarcastic smile: "You are so familiar with this place. How many times has this happened?"
Fu Yanxiu frowned, "First time."
After answering, he felt something was wrong and frowned even deeper, a little annoyed and angry, "Who would come to a place like yours?"
Lin Xicai walked around him and scanned the cloakroom. "Tell me what you're looking for, and I'll help you find it."
Fu Yanxiu pursed his lips.
He couldn't say it, because even he himself felt that his guess was ridiculous.
Lin Xicai glanced at him and saw that he had no intention of speaking. When she was about to walk out again, her arm was held.
"You drugged me." Fu Yanxiu said.
Lin Xicai frowned, "So?"
Fu Yanxiu was silent for a moment. "Let's just let it go with what happened today. I won't mention that matter again."
"It's not worth it." Lin Xicai rejected the proposal. "I don't care whether you spread that thing or not, but as the eldest son of the Fu family, you really care about what happened today being spread. These two things are completely unequal. How can we put them on the same scale?"
"Don't care?" Fu Yanxiu stared at those beautiful, cold eyes, his expression suddenly darkening. "How could a girl not care about her own reputation?"
Lin Xicai looked at him, and suddenly seemed a little amused. "Whether I care or not is my psychological feeling. Do you have to make the decision for me?"
Fu Yanxiu's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice deepened a little, "What do you want?"
Lin Xicai thought for a while, then turned around and sat on the bed, looking up at him like a cunning, cynical little fox: "Just consider it as you owe me a favor. If I encounter a problem I can't solve in the future and ask for your help, you have to help me."
Fu Yanxiu's breathing suddenly became a little disordered. He abruptly turned his gaze away and said coldly, "Do you think your difficulties can only be solved by killing someone? Do you think I should help you kill someone?"
Lin Xicai smiled when she heard this, but remained noncommittal. "I've said everything I want to say, you can leave now."
After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation.
"If you don't want to leave my boudoir, I'm really going to scream."
Master Fu seemed to have never dealt with such a person before, and was completely irritated by her. His usually calm and composed face revealed a look of anger or something else, and he turned and left the place where the person made him feel uncomfortable.
Her sight...
Her breath...
Even breathing the same air with her...
They all seemed to carry sparks, provoking him bit by bit, making him almost collapse from the terrible feeling of being out of control every moment.
Fu Xuefan was training a dog in the garden. When she saw her brother coming from afar, she couldn't help but happily ran to her brother with the dog leash. Just as she was about to speak, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes.
"Where have you been? Why do you look so strange?"
Fu Yanxiu didn't say anything.
Fortunately, Fu Xuefan didn't dwell on this issue too much. He remembered that he had heard that there was a basketball game at Xuda on Sunday, and his eyes lit up immediately. "Brother, you have a basketball game tomorrow, right?"
Fu Yanxiu hummed in a perfunctory tone.
"That's great," Fu Xuefan said happily, "I'm going to go and cheer you on."
Fu Yanxiu didn't care about this question. He was absent-minded and walked around his sister and went inside.
"The weather will be great tomorrow, perfect for going out. I'll call Zhong Fei along then..."
Fu Xuefan was mumbling to himself when Fu Yanxiu suddenly turned back and said, "Just go by yourself, why are you asking her for help?"
Fu Xuefan was shocked. "I don't even know many people in your school. It would be boring to go there alone. Besides, it's not like she hasn't been there before."
She was stunned for a moment and said to herself, "Hey, now that I think about it, it seems like she hasn't been there for a long time. I'm going to go find her, and she must accompany me..."
Fu Yanxiu's Adam's apple didn't move, but he ignored her. It was unknown who he was angry with, and he turned around and walked away.
I went back to the study, closed the door, turned on the computer, and clicked on the video again.
He was in a terrible mood, extremely confused, and he had no basis for believing that this video would help him calm down.
He stared at the picture on the screen, his eyes fixed on the sneaky figure on it. His gaze fell on her calculating and greedy eyes, and sure enough, the familiar feeling of disgust came back.
This feeling of disgust seemed to be a kind of life-saving straw, and he urgently needed it to maintain something.
Fu Yanxiu tried to transplant this feeling of disgust onto this person in real life, forcing himself to think about her evil deeds.
He stared at the screen intently, the face on the screen and the aggressive, vicious and cunning face just now appearing in his mind alternately.
It's clearly the same picture, but they just can't be put together.
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