Although Shen Muqing tried her best to hide it, her reaction was enormous, and her attitude inevitably made people wonder. Fu Jingchen, however, didn't believe it. He thought he had been too lenient with her before, and tonight...
"Yeah?"
He pulled Shen Muqing into his arms, his hands encircling her slender waist, his palms pressed against her waist. Even through the dress, Shen Muqing could feel the scalding heat that seemed to melt her.
"Don't touch me, just talk."
Shen Muqing protested softly, but to Fu Jingchen, her voice sounded like a kitten whining, utterly intimidating and instead endearing, making him reluctant to let go.
"Let me tell you, today is the first day of my period, so keep your dirty little thoughts to yourself."
His gaze was too blatant and easily misunderstood. In front of Shen Muqing, Fu Jingchen never hid his desires. He was deeply immersed in the abyss of desire, and only Shen Muqing had ever seen his dazed expression when he was indulging in it.
Shen Muqing's eyes darted around, avoiding Fu Jingchen's gaze. She wanted to rest for a week; this kind of thing couldn't be tolerated every day.
"No, I just wanted to hug you."
"It would be best if there were none, but there can't be any for this whole week."
Fu Jingchen knew he had been asking for too much lately, exhausting Shen Muqing, so he didn't expose her blatantly fake lie and let her be.
"Let's go upstairs."
"Um."
Shen Muqing was overjoyed to learn that she could rest for a week and could stay up late at night scrolling through her phone.
She set off with cheerful steps, and Fu Jingchen followed behind her, smiling indulgently. She still had the heart of a young girl.
"la la la la"
She hummed her own tune, and you could tell from her master's joy. If Shen Muqing had a tail, it would be standing upright and wagging wildly, practically reaching for the sky.
"So happy?" Fu Jingchen said from behind, his voice rising as he was also infected by her joy.
Shen Muqing, caught up in the moment, said without turning her head, "Of course, someone like you wouldn't understand."
"I'll understand if you tell me."
"An old person like you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."
After blurting out those words, Shen Muqing realized she was in trouble, but it was too late to take them back. She quickened her pace toward the room, grabbed her pajamas, rushed into the bathroom, and locked the door. The whole action was swift and seamless.
Fu Jingchen chuckled in exasperation, then scoffed and didn't chase after him. He had to bear the consequences of spoiling his child like this.
He opened the door to his study and stayed there for a long time.
Shen Muqing took a shower with great fear, dawdling for more than an hour. She wished there was a bed in the bathroom; she wanted to sleep there for the night.
She cautiously opened the door and peeked out to observe the situation inside. She thought Fu Jingchen would be waiting for her outside, but there was no one there. She was relieved that no one was there.
Now it was time for herself. Everything was ready. Shen Muqing jumped onto the soft bed, wrapped herself in the blankets, and sighed:
"Only a bed can truly encompass all of me."
The study was filled with the strong scent of ink. Fu Jingchen picked up his brush and wrote something. Whenever he felt restless, he would write calligraphy to calm his mind. But tonight was different. His restless heart was not calmed down but was beating more and more violently.
He put down his brush, took off his glasses, and fixed his gaze on the characters on the rice paper. The characters were messy, flowing, and flamboyant. Only one person could affect his heart: Shen Muqing.
Fu Jingchen's mind was still filled with the tone of Shen Muqing's disdain for his age. He took every word she said seriously, and this one was no exception.
While playing on her phone, Shen Muqing realized that Fu Jingchen had not returned to his room yet. She began to wonder if she had said something too harsh. No, it was just a joke, would he take it seriously?
Shen Muqing put on her shoes and got out of bed, looking for Fu Jingchen's figure. It was so late, he should be in the study. She pushed open the door and was greeted by a pleasant scent of ink, which was very intoxicating.
Shen Muqing's gaze was fixed on Fu Jingchen at his desk. He was very serious and kept writing on the table without looking up. Shen Muqing was a little curious about what he was writing, so she unconsciously went over to him.
She thought she was moving very quietly, standing behind him and looking at the contents of the paper.
Before she could take a closer look, the man who was writing suddenly turned around, pulled her sharply, and slammed her onto the table.
Shen Muqing's face was pressed against the words on the paper. Only then could she see the words clearly. They were all her name, neat and messy. She wondered if he loved her that much.
As for the paper being covered in her name, she thought he was cursing her.
"Qingqing, you delivered yourself to my door."
After his bath, Shen Muqing smelled wonderful. Fu Jingchen leaned down and took a deep breath. "Don't move."
Shen Muqing felt a chill on her back, as if something was moving behind her, as cold as a snake.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice trembled as she blamed herself for being too curious. The old saying was true: curiosity killed the cat.
Fu Jingchen tore open her nightgown and wrote on it with a brush: "Shen Muqing belongs only to Fu Jingchen."
He looked at his work with satisfaction, "Qingqing, you can only be mine."
So what if she's old? He has all the ability and means to keep her by his side.
The rest is self-evident; how could he let go of prey that had come to him? He had originally planned to let her go.
"Damn it, I just took a shower."
Before she could react, Fu Jingchen scooped her up in his arms. "Perfect, let's shower together."
The water in the bathroom was white mixed with a faint black. The bath lasted a very long time, until Shen Muqing thought she would never see the sun rise again. She vowed never to speak carelessly again.
The long-discussed engagement banquet finally came to a conclusion: the marriage alliance between the Jiang and Fu families was canceled, but their cooperation continued, and the two families remained amicable.
Jiang Wantang had a major outburst that day, blurting out all her thoughts. In the end, Jiang's father sighed deeply and compromised:
"Whatever you want."
She gained the freedom she had always dreamed of, and she realized that it was because she hadn't communicated enough with Jiang's father. She resolved to communicate with him more in the future.
Jiang's mother defended her daughter, and only after this incident did she realize that she had forced her daughter to do so many things against her daughter's wishes over the years.
She cried, reflecting on her actions.
"Tangtang, whatever you do in the future, Mom will support you. Go for it."
She used to think that Jiang Wantang was still young, so she did everything herself and planned out her future. But now she realizes that everyone has their own life and no one can interfere.
It's not too late to wake up now. Jiang Wantang's life has just begun, and everything is getting better.
She began to study management in preparation for working at Jiang's company. Her father was also willing to share his many years of experience with her so that she could avoid some detours. She also lived up to expectations and achieved some success.
Jiang's father then re-examined his daughter and realized that she was so talented in management, inheriting his mantle, unlike that good-for-nothing son.
Fu Jianguo was extremely troubled by his son's sexual orientation. It was his mother who persuaded him, saying, "The child will have his own life. As long as he likes it and it goes his way, let him be."
Fu Jingchen no longer tried to hide his true self, dressing even more extravagantly and elaborately than Shen Muqing. The first thing you noticed when he walked over was the strong scent of his perfume.
"You're not even going to put on an act anymore."
Shen Muqing ate the grapes that Fu Jingchen handed her with a complicated expression.
“Sister-in-law, what are you saying? Aren’t I tired of acting every day? From now on, I want to be myself again.”
"good."
Fu Jingchen looked at Fu Jingchen with a hint of warning: "You'd better stay away from those fancy, noisy places and don't bring those out-of-town habits home."
"I understand, brother."
Fu Jingchen wanted to argue but didn't dare, thinking to himself: Isn't it just because he's afraid he'll take Shen Muqing out to play? Is it really necessary to do this? Is he even his brother?
"Hahaha." Seeing Fu Jingchen being scolded, Shen Muqing laughed heartily; it was too funny.
"Qingqing, you'll come to work with me again tomorrow."
"oh."
Now it's Shen Muqing's turn to wear a mask of pain. Fu Jingchen really is like an old man, he's too strict.
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