It was pouring rain outside. Song Qingyou's car was parked at the intersection, and she had to walk a distance. The oil-paper umbrella she was holding couldn't fit two people.
Fu Wenzhou simply spread out his coat and draped it over Song Qingyou, then moved the umbrella towards her to barely keep her from getting wet.
Fu Wenzhou knew that Song Qingyou could drive. Once, he was drunk and called her in the middle of the night. She had driven herself there. It was also that time that he kissed her at the intersection, and they were photographed and it made the headlines the next day.
Song Qingyou was so angry that she ignored him for a month.
While waiting at the traffic light, Song Qingyou glanced at him and saw him with a smirk on his face.
She raised an eyebrow slightly: "Chen Chuan is still in the hospital being treated, and you can still laugh."
Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly upon hearing this, displaying an indifferent attitude: "It would be best if he died."
Song Qingyou's temples throbbed slightly as she said helplessly, "Kyoto is cracking down hard this year, and several officials have already stepped down. I heard that Uncle Liang Muchuan has also run into some trouble recently..."
“Uncle Liang Jingkang is just under routine investigation, he should be fine,” Fu Wenzhou said.
As the light turned green, Song Qingyou started the car. "It's only the fifteenth of the lunar month, and the authorities have already introduced several new policies and investigated a large number of people. It's best not to cause trouble during this period. If Chen Chuan dies, you might be re-interrogated."
Fu Wenzhou lowered his brows and said in a calm voice, "He won't die."
He knew exactly who he was stabbing; it was only after the second stab that Chen Chuan died on the spot.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Song Qingyou's phone rang.
She called out to Fu Wenzhou, "Help me answer that."
Fu Wenzhou reached into her coat and took out his phone, then put it on speakerphone.
"Miss."
"Um?"
Song Chang said, "Chen Chuan has woken up. The police are waiting outside, but they don't know he's awake yet. Fu Nan and Fu Bei went in disguised as medical staff. What do we do now?"
Song Qingyou's voice carried a hint of coldness: "Tell him that if he wants Chen Li to live, he should keep his mouth shut."
Song Chang: "Okay. But can he believe it?"
Fu Wenzhou scoffed lightly: "Does he dare not believe it?"
Song Chang asked in surprise, "Young Master Fu? You're back from the police station?"
"Hmm," Fu Wenzhou replied lazily.
Song Qingyou glanced at him and continued, "He will believe it."
Chen Li has been in prison for more than five years and will be released in a year. Chen Chuan would not risk his brother's life at this time.
Song Chang said "okay" and hung up the phone.
Song Qingyou drove directly back to Yalin Villa. Looking at Fu Wenzhou's bandaged hand, she felt a mix of emotions.
It seems like he always gets hurt when he's with her.
Song Qingyou entered the password to open the door.
"Welcome back to Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou's home."
The familiar mechanical sound rang out, and Song Qingyou was taken aback: "When was this done?"
“This morning, after you went to work,” Fu Wenzhou said with a hint of smugness.
Song Qingyou smiled slightly; in fact, she quite liked the sound of the lock being opened.
After opening the door, Song Qingyou went back to her room to change clothes. She took off all but a thin shirt, and when she unbuttoned the third button, she heard the door open and close.
A hand reached behind Song Qingyou's back and touched her chest. Song Qingyou felt as if she had been electrocuted, and even the faint smell of tobacco on her nose seemed to become ambiguous.
Fu Wenzhou nuzzled against the back of her neck: "Do you know how scared I was today?"
What if he's not here today?
Fu Wenzhou didn't dare to think about what would have happened if that knife had stabbed her.
Song Qingyou's breathing became somewhat disordered, and for the first time, she took the initiative to compromise: "Why don't you let Fu Nan come with me?"
Fu Wenzhou frowned: "No."
Song Qingyou: "?"
Could it be that he didn't mean that at all, and you misunderstood?
A deep, resonant voice came from beside him as he spoke again.
"I follow you."
"..."
Song Qingyou said speechlessly, "Don't you need to go to the company anymore? What couple is together 24 hours a day?"
Fu Wenzhou said pitifully yet matter-of-factly, "I wish there were 25 hours in a day."
Song Qingyou turned around and touched Fu Wenzhou's earring: "Uncle Chang is getting old. After I finish being busy these days, I want him to enjoy his retirement. He's been looking at his phone a lot lately. On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, he even dressed up specially to go out. He must have been going to see Aunt Liu."
"Aunt Liu?" Fu Wenzhou squinted, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Song Qingyou touching him.
Song Qingyou raised her eyes and glared at him: "Don't you know your own housekeeper?"
She found it strange. Although the maids in the house did not live with them, they would still come to clean during the day. How come Fu Wenzhou did not even recognize his own maid?
Fu Wenzhou then remembered that there really was such a person: "You could tell that?"
Song Qingyou pursed her lips: "Only you can't tell."
Fu Wenzhou wrapped his arm around her waist, his nose twitching back and forth beside Song Qingyou's ear, his voice deep and husky: "So?"
“So I need to train someone else to follow me beforehand, and I need to find someone trustworthy.” Song Qingyou was tickled by his rubbing and reached out to push him away: “Didn’t Fu Nan and Fu Bei follow you since they were little?”
Fu Wenzhou still didn't want other men to protect Song Qingyou; his precious girl could only be looked after by him. "I..."
"Fu Wenzhou." Song Qingyou tiptoed and kissed him on the lips, deliberately licking him with the tip of her tongue as she pulled away: "Will you listen to me?"
Her eyes curved slightly at the corners, and her gaze was captivating and alluring.
Fu Wenzhou was immediately distracted. As he felt the delicate, tender flesh moving over his body, he was completely aroused, feeling lightheaded. It was as if what was stimulating him was not Song Qingyou's fingertips, but an inextinguishable fire of desire.
"I'll listen to anything you ask." Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse beyond belief. He felt like a tyrant at this moment. Let alone such a small request, he would even pluck the stars from the sky for Song Qingyou if she wanted them.
Song Qingyou's lips curled slightly; it seemed she had suddenly found a way to communicate effectively with Fu Wenzhou.
To test it out, Song Qingyou deliberately hooked her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and placed a light, dense kiss on his Adam's apple. She could clearly feel him freeze and his breathing become slightly labored.
As his tongue traced the protrusion, Fu Wenzhou reached his limit of patience. He impatiently picked up Song Qingyou, his voice hoarse from the heat: "Sister, let's try, let's try what we said during the day, okay?"
Song Qingyou was startled, her earlobes burning. Of course she remembered what they had talked about during the day.
The man's body was burning hot as he pressed against her unbearable moans.
Song Qingyou realized she had gone too far and wanted to leave, but it was too late. Fu Wenzhou picked her up and placed her on the bed.
Just as I was about to get up and step back, a heavy object pressed down on me.
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