Chapter 75 What on earth do you want? Lin Xicai looked up in shock.
Lin Xicai looked up in a daze, and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of self-deprecating sadness in those proud and arrogant eyes.
Lin Xicai's heart trembled, "I'm sorry."
Fu Yanxiu said nothing more and started the car again.
The transcript soon reached Fu Changmin's ears. Because of this transcript, Fu Yanxiu was punished by Fu Changmin under the family law, the most severe family law in the past 20 years.
Fu Yanxiu was kneeling in the study, with a ruler hitting his back, leaving a bloody mess.
Fu Changmin was furious, heartbroken, and even more heartbroken! Lin Xicai ran over to plead for mercy, and Fu Changmin got even angrier. He felt that his family had been unlucky and that he had raised his child with such care, only to have the person he cared about most do such a shameful thing. He was disappointed, more disappointed than he had ever been before.
Fu Xuefan was crying beside her, and Lin Xicai said it was a misunderstanding and nothing serious.
"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?" Fu Changmin's hands were shaking as he held the ruler. "He could do such a thing. What kind of misunderstanding is this?"
"There's no misunderstanding," Fu Yanxiu glanced over, a thin layer of sweat forming on his stern face. His eyes were stubborn and arrogant. "I was possessed by a demon."
"You still have the nerve to say that! You bastard!"
As he spoke, the long, rough ruler hit his bloody back twice more.
Fu Xuefan's body trembled with those two blows, and he shouted, "Brother, you drank a lot, and it wasn't intentional!"
"Is drinking an excuse? How were you taught that since you were little?"
"You can't be so harsh," Fu Xuefan saw her brother being beaten to a pulp, and burst into tears, feeling wronged for her brother as well. "If mom were still alive, she would definitely not tolerate you hitting him like this. He's made all sorts of mistakes since he was little, and just for this one time, you're going to beat him to death!"
Fu Changmin's body stiffened and he stopped moving. He looked past the children to the photo of his deceased wife on the bookshelf, and his eyes turned red.
After a while, he put down the ruler in his hand dejectedly and muttered, "It's my fault. I didn't educate my child well."
Lin Xicai seldom cries. Even on the day when she was captured and tortured by Li Ci, she was so scared that she didn't shed a single tear. But at that moment, all kinds of guilt and sadness mixed together. Looking at Fu Yanxiu who was beaten and covered in blood, looking at Fu Changmin who looked disappointed and lonely, looking at Fu Xuefan who was sobbing beside her, her tears began to fall uncontrollably, and more and more of them fell.
"He did nothing wrong. It's my fault. It's me..."
"Zhong Fei." Fu Yanxiu suddenly called her name, "Shut up."
The two looked at each other, and both understood what he meant.
They all knew that wasn't the case.
But now that things have developed to this point, they can't say anything.
Because once they open their mouths, they will face one question after another, and sooner or later there will be a question that will reveal their flaws.
Fu Changmin suddenly seemed a little tired. Before leaving, he glanced at Fu Yanxiu and said, "Kneel down in front of your mother and reflect on yourself. When you have completely reflected and understood, you can come out."
"But my brother's injuries..."
"That's what he deserves! You, both of you, come out here," Fu Changmin said. "Let him reflect on himself."
Fu Changmin scolded the two girls and forced them to leave the study. The door was closed and Fu Changmin even turned off the lights before leaving.
The study was dark, dim and quiet. Fu Yanxiu was kneeling there, with not much expression on his dignified and self-possessed face.
The wound on my back was burning with pain. The blood that seeped out soaked my shirt and stuck to the wound. The slightest movement caused a tearing pain.
It hurt, but it kept him awake.
He really should reflect on this, Fu Yanxiu thought.
He knelt for a very long time, from sunset to late at night. Even the last ray of light in the study disappeared, and the overwhelming darkness came in, almost swallowing him and his tangled and panicked heart.
The initial stinging pain in his knees turned into a dull numbness, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead, as if they were nailed there.
He seemed to be thinking about something, his face hidden in the night, dim and unclear. Because he was so absorbed in his thoughts, he seemed not to even feel the stiffness and discomfort in his legs.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint and light sound of footsteps seemed to be approaching.
Then, the study door was gently pushed open a crack.
Fu Yanxiu looked over and saw the light in the corridor pouring down through the crack in an instant, half falling on the ground and half falling on a person.
A slender figure stood at the doorway, backlit at the junction. The light pouring in from behind gave her hair and clothes a golden edge, making them look as if... glowing.
The study door opened and closed, and he saw the figure walking towards him.
His body subconsciously became stiffer - even though she was still far away from him at this moment.
After Lin Xicai entered the study, her eyes could not adapt to the darkness in an instant. After a few seconds, she could barely see the furnishings inside and Fu Yanxiu's position.
She was carrying a food box and a medicine box, and worry was clearly written between her brows.
Fu Yanxiu watched her approaching, feeling a sense of joy or repulsion in his heart, and frowned slightly.
He pursed his lips and said calmly, "Why are you here?"
"You haven't eaten yet." Lin Xicai squatted down and opened the lunch box while whispering. The moment the lunch box was opened, a strong aroma of rice wafted in the cool air. Inside were three or two stir-fried dishes and rice, all of which were Fu Yanxiu's favorite dishes.
Lin Xicai handed him the food box and spoon. Fu Yanxiu looked at her face for a long time but did not take it.
Lin Xicai didn't seem to find it strange, or perhaps she was fully focused on Yan Xiu at this moment, and felt a strong sense of pampering and gratitude towards him. Seeing that he had no intention of taking it, Lin Xicai thought that any movement he made would tear the wound, so she simply held the food box with one hand and used the other hand to scoop up the food with a spoon and put it to his mouth.
Fu Yanxiu's eyes suddenly darkened a little, and his gaze moved from her face to the hand holding the spoon, and finally to her face again, never moving away for a second.
Fu Yanxiu stared at her, his Adam's apple moved, he paused for a few seconds, lowered his head slightly, and ate the first mouthful of rice she brought to his lips with the spoon.
Lin Xicai watched him finish the first bite of rice, and her eyes curved unconsciously, like a filial son with an empty head finally showing his filial piety. She hurriedly scooped another spoonful and put it to his mouth.
Fu Yanxiu looked at her through the twilight, his eyes, which had become curved because he had eaten a mouthful of rice, were particularly bright and sweet.
It turns out that this is the expression she has when she wants to take care of someone and wants to be truly good to someone.
Fu Yanxiu's heart felt like it was pinched by someone, it softened at first, and then felt sore.
While she was lost in thought, the third spoonful of rice was brought to her mouth. Fu Yanxiu stared into her eyes, opened his mouth, and swallowed the spoonful of rice along with the complicated emotions churning in his heart.
Lin Xicai fed the child one spoonful at a time. Every time the other person ate a spoonful, she fed him one spoonful. She fed him one spoonful, and the other person ate one spoonful.
The cooperation is a bit too much.
The box of lunch was empty before I knew it.
Both of them stared at the empty lunch boxes in shock.
Lin Xicai was particularly embarrassed. Oh, how come you finished eating?
Did she bring too little?
That shouldn't be the case. She clearly brought enough food for two Fu Yanxius...
It seems that kneeling as punishment does consume physical energy, Lin Xicai thought.
After feeding him and putting the lunch box away, Lin Xicai glanced at Fu Yanxiu's back and couldn't help but frown. The blood had dried on his clothes, and the clothes were stuck to the wound. How painful it must be.
What a sin! Lin Xicai felt pity, guilt and gratitude in her heart, and took out the gauze and medicine that she had prepared in advance from the medicine box.
"I'll apply the medicine for you." Lin Xicai said.
Fu Yanxiu didn't move, and seemed to be somewhat repulsed by her. He said in a flat tone, "No need, you can go back."
"Stop kneeling! You've been kneeling long enough. Your knees will get hurt." Lin Xicai tentatively tugged at his shirt sleeve. "You haven't really done anything wrong. What do you have to reflect on? I'm the one who did the evil, and I made the mistake. If anyone should kneel, I should kneel here."
"None of your business." Fu Yanxiu frowned, "Just go."
Lin Xicai paused for a few seconds, then really stood up with the medicine box.
As she stood up and turned around, Fu Yanxiu suddenly looked up at her with a gloomy gaze.
Lin Xicai caught a glimpse of his gaze out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but laugh. She chuckled and moved closer under his gaze.
"See, I really left and didn't care about you, but you're not happy again."
Lin Xicai squatted down again, her eyes becoming more and more curved. "Come on, why would I leave? Your injury was caused by me, so I must take full responsibility."
Fu Yanxiu frowned, "I'm not unhappy."
"Okay," Lin Xicai skillfully took something from the medicine box, "I'm the one who's eager to repay you. Otherwise, I've done so many evil things that I wouldn't be able to sleep at night."
Lin Xicai got ready, looking at Fu Yanxiu motionless, feeling a little embarrassed, "...Can you take off your shirt by yourself?"
Fu Yanxiu still didn't move. After a moment of stalemate, he reached out and finally unbuttoned his collar.
When the shirt was taken off, his usually calm face finally showed some fluctuation. He took a deep breath and finally tore the thin shirt off the wound.
His skin was very white, and it looked especially white in the night, making the wounds look particularly shocking.
Lin Xicai couldn't help but frown again. It wasn't surprising that Fu Xuefan was angry. This was his own father, so it was a bit too harsh. Didn't he know his own son's character well? How could he believe someone else's accusation?
Fu Yanxiu works out regularly, but not excessively. His shirt off reveals his beautiful, thin muscles. His bloody wounds, paired with his aloof, resolute face, create a unique beauty in the night.
The place where the ruler had hit him was purple and stained with blood, which was particularly glaring in the dim light.
Lin Xicai helped him clean the wound and wiped the blood stains with a cotton ball dipped in saline solution. His shoulders and back suddenly tensed up.
Lin Xicai thought her movements were quite gentle, but her hands couldn't help but tremble.
It must be very painful.
He probably has never suffered such physical pain since he was a child.
"I'm sorry, my hands are clumsy." Lin Xicai said softly, with some caution.
Fu Yanxiu didn't respond, and his body seemed to become increasingly stiff.
She moved more gently, leaning closer, her breath falling on the back of his neck, like a feather scratching.
Her breath, her breathing, seemed to come from all directions. Fu Yanxiu knelt with his eyes closed, but they still desperately tried to drill into his body.
Fu Yanxiu knelt there, his fingers on his knees digging into his flesh through the fabric of his clothes, as if trying to replace the gnawing itch on his back with another kind of pain. After cleaning the wound, Lin Xicai began to apply the medicine, carefully applying it to the wound with a cotton swab.
As the cotton swab brushed against a bruised wound, Lin Xicai's wrist suddenly tightened, and a hand gripped her wrist tightly. The hand was so strong that she screamed in surprise. She had no time to react, and the next second, she was pulled in front of her.
Lin Xicai lost her balance and almost fell into his arms.
The person holding her said in a deep voice, with a strange heat in his breath: "Get out."
Lin Xicai was stunned for a moment, "I'm sorry..."
Her original intention was just to apologize, but these three words seemed to anger him somehow. Fu Yanxiu not only did not let go of the hand that was holding her arm, but even pulled her towards him forcefully.
She looked up and met a pair of red eyes that were filled with an unknown anger. He was breathing heavily, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his breath was hot and scorching, as if he was holding back something: "Are you very proud?"
Their posture was a bit bad, and Fu Yanxiu's shirt had been pulled down to his waist, so her body was clamped against him, almost touching his bare, strong chest.
Those eyes, which were always calm and steady, and always filled with aloof pride, were rarely filled with a strange desire. He stared at her, staring at her intently, and his voice was filled with resentment, whether directed at himself or her: "What do you want?"
Lin Xicai's thinking was delayed for a moment.
From the moment he asked her, "Are you very proud?", she was a little confused.
Proud? What should she be proud of? She didn't understand what she should be proud of.
Before she knew whether she was going to win or not, he asked her in a furious manner what she wanted.
There was a hint of weakness and confusion in Lin Xicai's eyes. She didn't quite understand why he suddenly got angry, but she subconsciously wanted to show weakness to calm him down.
"I……"
Before he could utter a single syllable in his throat, the study door was suddenly pushed open.
The next moment, the lights in the room came on brightly. Fu Yanxiu and Lin Xicai turned around suddenly and saw two frightened faces at the study door.
When Fu Changmin and Fu Xuefan looked at the two of them intently, they were pressed together in a terrible posture, and the air instantly became frozen.
After a while, Lin Xicai raised the cotton swab in her hand with a pale face and laughed dryly, "I... I'm applying medicine to my brother."
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