Chapter 485 Be good, call me husband
When Shen Qingshu went upstairs, Fu Siyan had just come out of the children's room.
Are you all asleep?
"Yeah, I just fell asleep." Fu Siyan walked over. "I think I heard a car. Did Teacher Wen leave?"
“Ayin just delivered a piece of porcelain, put it down and left.” Shen Qingshu pushed open the master bedroom door and walked in.
Fu Siyan followed her in and closed the door behind her.
Shen Qingshu sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Fu Siyan sat down beside her, one hand around her waist, the other hand raised, his fingertips gently touching her furrowed brow. "What's wrong?"
"When Xiao Wen came back this time, I felt that he was always absent-minded, so I thought I would talk to him. He has been in contact with the third daughter of the Yu family in Hong Kong recently. Both sets of elders think highly of them. Miss Yu is excellent in every way. To be honest, just by listening to her conditions, I think they are a perfect match. But Xiao Wen's mood is not right when he talks about her."
"You think that Teacher Wen actually likes Ayin, but due to various considerations, he forced himself to give up Ayin and choose Miss Yu instead?"
Shen Qingshu nodded.
“If he can really do that, then it means he and Ayin are not destined to be together.” Fu Siyan held Shen Qingshu’s soft fingers. “But feelings are often irrational. Teacher Wen is not really sure about his feelings for Ayin yet, which is why he is thinking of getting in touch with that Miss Yu. If he can develop feelings for that Miss Yu after getting in touch, then it means that he doesn’t care about Ayin that much.”
“But I feel that Ayin is serious about Xiaowen.” Shen Qingshu said, “That early Ming Dynasty porcelain is not easy to find. Ayin must have spent a lot of time and effort to find it. But tonight she left after putting the things down. I’m worried that she may have heard my conversation with Xiaowen.”
Fu Siyan paused slightly, "Did Teacher Wen say bad things about her?"
“No.” Shen Qingshu looked into Fu Siyan’s eyes, her expression helpless. “But Xiao Wen praised Miss Yu, saying that if he and Miss Yu were to marry, Miss Yu would be an ideal wife.”
Fu Siyan: "...Speaking from the crematorium."
Shen Qingshu sighed and looked at Fu Siyan, "Do you think Ayin heard that?"
Fu Siyan pursed his lips for a moment and said, "She must have heard it, otherwise, given her personality, she would have personally handed that wooden box to Teacher Wen. Ayin is straightforward, and she can openly pursue Teacher Wen because she knows that Teacher Wen is single, but if Teacher Wen has a suitable partner, Ayin will back off immediately no matter how much she likes him. However, I am quite surprised that she has been able to persist in pursuing Teacher Wen for so long."
Shen Qingshu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Has she never been in a relationship before?"
"Those in their line of work don't really have much opportunity to fall in love. She has been out of the organization for many years and has been doing quite well working independently these past few years. She must have been sure that she wouldn't pose a danger to Teacher Wen before she decided to pursue him."
As Shen Qingshu listened, she felt even more regretful.
"Xiao Wen probably likes A Yin too, but he has to consider the Wen family elders."
"They are all adults, and whatever decisions they make are their own choices."
Fu Siyan picked up Shen Qingshu and carried her to the bathroom. "It's getting late, let's wash up and go to bed."
Shen Qingshu blushed and glared at him, "I'll wash myself, don't even think about messing around again!"
"You must be tired after a long day at work. Let me run you a bath so you can relax."
This 'bathing' can't possibly be a proper bath!
Shen Qingshu's mind had already automatically conjured up some images of the last 'bath'.
Her ears burned. "Fu Siyan, my back is still sore. I can't tonight."
"Back pain?"
In the bathroom, Fu Siyan pinned her against the wall, swept his long leg, and gently kicked the bathroom door shut.
The moment the door closed, the man lowered his head and kissed the woman's soft lips, his voice low and seductive: "Then let your husband give you a good massage..."
"No need... mmm!"
Refusal was ineffective; in the end, she was coaxed and tricked into getting into the bathtub.
The night was long, and the water in the bathtub was churning and overflowing.
The woman's slender fingers gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly.
She unconsciously murmured the man's name.
The engagement ring shone brightly on her ring finger.
The man lowered his head and kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, his voice low and husky with a coaxing tone: "A-Shu, call me husband."
Shen Qingshu bit her lip, her body trembling, and refused to cooperate.
Fu Siyan smiled, his lips sucking on her earlobe, his tongue entwining with hers, "Be good, call me husband."
The man's voice was like a bewitching melody, fatally seductive.
"husband……"
A muffled groan.
Fu Siyan's forehead veins bulged; he almost gave himself to her.
But he hadn't achieved his goal yet, and he endured it with his strong willpower.
He held her in his arms, his fingertips brushing against her.
Shen Qingshu bit her lip, tears streaming down her face even more fiercely, "No..."
“Ah Shu,” Fu Siyan said, his voice growing deeper and hoarse as he looked at her emotional expression, “Whether you get the marriage certificate first or have the wedding first, you choose, and I’ll listen to you.”
Shen Qingshu's mind went blank, and she responded almost instinctively: "Let's get the marriage certificate first..."
Fu Siyan paused, his eyes reflecting the woman's current appearance.
His eyes welled up with tears, and his Adam's apple bobbed a few times. "Okay, let's get the marriage certificate first."
Shen Qingshu vaguely felt that something was wrong.
The scene seemed familiar. She was about to speak, but Fu Siyan didn't give her the chance.
"Ah Shu, you can't go back on your word once you've promised."
Shen Qingshu wanted to speak again, but didn't get a chance...
The 'mischief' in the bathroom didn't end until late at night.
When the man carried her to the bed, Shen Qingshu was so tired that she was drowsy.
Fu Siyan brought a hairdryer, let her rest her head on his lap, and patiently and gently dried her hair.
Her hair had grown long again, and the strands were smooth, thanks to Fu Siyan's careful care.
The woman closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, her breathing even.
Fu Siyan looked at the woman in his arms with eyes full of doting affection.
...
It's 1 a.m.
Wen Jingxi came out of the studio, opened the driver's side door of the Range Rover, and bent down to get into the car.
He started the car, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, but hesitated to make any further move.
A moment later, he took out his phone and opened his contacts.
After going through it all, he suddenly realized that he hadn't saved Song Lanyin's number at all.
Wen Jingxi sighed, tossed his phone onto the center console, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas.
The Range Rover drove onto the main road ahead.
Fifteen minutes later, the Range Rover stopped in front of a bar called 'Nightfall' in the city center.
He sat in the car, looking out the window at the bar's sign.
The DJ at this bar is very handsome; Song Lanyin comes here almost every time she visits Beicheng.
She's such a womanizer, falling in love with every guy she meets!
Wen Jingxi used to scoff at places like this, but tonight, for some reason, he found himself drawn here.
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