Chapter 370 Ah Shu, you still have me in your heart, right?
First floor living room.
Fu Siyan sat on the sofa, his two hands, wrapped in thick gauze, resting on his knees.
Shao Qing stood respectfully to the side.
Hearing footsteps, the two of them turned around and looked towards the stairs.
Shao Qing: "Miss Chen!"
Fu Siyan immediately stood up, his long, narrow black eyes gazing intently at her.
Shen Qingshu walked over and looked at Shao Qing: "Sister Yun said you've been busy with official business these past few days and haven't had time to take care of Fu Siyan?"
Shao Qing nodded vigorously: "Yes! Very busy! Extremely busy! I can't take care of Young Master Fu! I'm so sorry!"
This acting is so stiff and awkward...
Shen Qingshu is glad that she has a high threshold for laughter.
She remained calm and cooperated, saying, "Then you should focus on your work. Fu Siyan has Aunt Yun and the others taking care of him here."
Shao Qing's eyes lit up, and she immediately looked at Fu Siyan.
All her thoughts were written on her face...
Fu Siyan couldn't bear to look at him. He cleared his throat and waved his hand dismissively, "Since you're busy, you should go now."
"Oh, okay, okay, I'm just too busy. I have to rush back to the law firm to work overtime!" Shao Qing waved to Shen Qingshu. "Well, Miss Shen, I'm leaving our young master Fu in your care. I'm off!"
Shen Qingshu: "Okay, drive carefully on the road."
"Okay!"
Shao Qing quickly made his escape.
At this moment, Sister Yun also came downstairs.
"I've tidied up the room." Aunt Yun walked over and smiled at Fu Siyan. "Mr. Fu, Miss Shen said that the room on the east side of the third floor has good lighting, so she wants you to stay there."
Fu Siyan nodded slightly to her, "Sister Yun, thank you for your trouble."
Aunt Yun waved her hand with a smile, "No trouble at all! We're all family, no need to be so polite!"
My family...
Fu Siyan looked at Shen Qingshu, his eyes deep, "A-Shu, thank you."
Shen Qingshu couldn't stand his gaze, so she pursed her lips and said, "Your hand was injured while saving me, so I have a responsibility to do my part while you recover."
"I know." Fu Siyan's thin lips curved slightly, his voice low and gentle.
Even so, he was already content.
Shen Qingshu looked at Aunt Yun: "Aunt Yun, he probably hasn't eaten dinner yet. Why don't you go and cook some white rice porridge?"
"Okay!"
Sister Yun turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Shen Qingshu asked him, "Did Shao Qing bring you any changes of clothes?"
"Yes." Fu Siyan pointed to the small duffel bag on the sofa with his finger, which was wrapped in thick gauze.
Shen Qingshu walked over and picked up her luggage bag. "Let's go upstairs first. Aunt Yun will bring up the porridge when it's ready."
Fu Siyan followed her.
The two walked up to the third floor, one after the other.
Once inside the room, Shen Qingshu opened the wardrobe and hung his clothes in it one by one.
After tidying up, she closed the wardrobe door, turned around, and found Fu Siyan standing in the doorway staring at her.
Shen Qingshu frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"
Fu Siyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his eyes deep and intense.
He looked at the woman standing in front of the wardrobe, and a warm feeling flowed through his heart.
"Ah Shu, the way you were tidying my clothes just now reminded me of the past."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingshu paused.
The two looked at each other.
Several years ago, certain memories surfaced simultaneously in their minds.
During the five years they secretly married and lived together, their lives were just like any other couple, except that they didn't make it public.
Sharing a bed and pillow, supporting her husband and raising their children.
Fu Siyan often travels for work, and Shen Qingshu always personally helps him pack his clothes before each trip.
In fact, they also had a very warm and happy period.
Although Fu Siyan was aloof and busy with work most of the time, whenever he was in Beicheng, he would rush back to have dinner with her and Fu Siyu, no matter how busy he was...
Thinking of Fu Siyu, Shen Qingshu couldn't help but panic.
That child was actually quite pitiful; from birth, he was used as a pawn by Zhou Yu...
"What are you thinking about?"
A shadow loomed over her, and Shen Qingshu looked up, only to be met with a pair of dark pupils.
The man was tall and slender, leaning slightly forward.
Their faces were very close, their breaths almost mingling.
Shen Qingshu's eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously took a step back, her back pressed against the wardrobe.
There's no way out.
My heart is pounding, but I don't know who it is.
“Ah Shu, I’m so happy.”
Shen Qingshu pursed her lips tightly and responded calmly.
"And what about you?" Fu Siyan lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers. "Are you happy?"
Shen Qingshu quickly reached out and gently pressed two fingers against his chest. "Speak freely, don't get so close!"
Fu Siyan lowered his eyes and watched as the woman's eyelashes trembled slightly and her cheeks flushed slightly.
During those five years, they had countless loving and tender nights together.
On a night like this, in this atmosphere, it would be hard for Fu Siyan not to be moved.
"Ah Shu, you still have feelings for me, don't you?"
Shen Qingshu raised her eyes.
Their eyes reflected each other's faces.
The storm outside had stopped sometime earlier.
Water droplets slid silently down the windowpane.
In the quiet room, it was impossible to tell whose breathing was more disordered.
In the end, it was the man who was the first to give in.
Fu Siyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his jawline tightened. "Don't look at me like that."
His voice was low and husky, and his deep eyes held a restraint that even adults could understand.
Shen Qingshu felt as if her ears were being burned, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she turned her face away to avoid that scorching gaze.
"Fu Siyan, step aside first. Let's sit down and talk calmly."
Upon hearing this, Fu Siyan raised an eyebrow, "I think this way of talking is fine, you..."
"Mr. Fu, the porridge is ready, I..."
Sister Yun's voice rang out in surprise at the doorway.
Shen Qingshu was startled and pushed Fu Siyan away abruptly, turning around to cover her cheek with the back of her hand.
Fu Siyan stepped back.
Aunt Yun, holding a bowl of porridge, stood at the door, staring blankly at the two of them.
The atmosphere... she seems to have arrived at the worst possible time.
Aunt Yun smiled like an aunt: "Sorry, sorry, I saw the door wasn't closed so I just came in. I'll put the porridge down and leave right away!"
As they were talking, Sister Yun put the porridge on the table, turned around, and left the room.
Two seconds later, he suddenly turned back, grabbed the doorknob, and looked at the two of them: "I'll close the door for you!"
After saying that, the door closed.
The air was silent.
Fu Siyan turned his head to look at Shen Qingshu and chuckled softly, "Sister-in-law Yun is quite kind."
Shen Qingshu: "..."
She felt she couldn't stay alone with Fu Siyan any longer tonight.
"You've finished your porridge, then go to bed early. I'm going back to my room to sleep too."
After finishing her sentence, Shen Qingshu walked towards the door.
"Wait." Fu Siyan took a long stride and blocked the doorway.
Shen Qingshu paused, looked up at him, and said, "Fu Siyan, I'm tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
“You want me to drink porridge, but look at my hand…” Fu Siyan handed his injured hand to Shen Qingshu, “I can’t hold a spoon.”
Shen Qingshu: "..."
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