Fu Wenzhou sat there very obediently, waiting for Song Qingyou to apply the medicine to him.
She told him not to move, and he really didn't move at all.
Song Qingyou placed her fingers over his wound and gently applied the ointment. Her slender, white, and delicate hands seemed to hook into his heart, and even the coolness of the ointment warmed his body.
Fu Wenzhou lowered his eyes, suppressing all his surging emotions.
On one hand, his desires were rising, and on the other hand, his reason was suppressing them. He dared not let the little fairy in his heart see him in this state, so he could only endure it, restrain himself, and pretend to be a gentleman.
With Song Qingyou's cry of "All done," Fu Wenzhou finally ended this self-torturing process of applying medicine.
Fu Wenzhou's slender fingers casually fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. His bangs fell naturally, partially obscuring his dark, narrow eyes, which were covered by thick eyelashes and slightly upturned corners.
Despite having eyes that were both aloof and affectionate, he had loved Song Qingyou for over ten years.
Song Qingyou saw her own reflection in the other person's pupils.
Throughout this long and unanswered period, it seemed that there was no one else around Fu Wenzhou; the person he looked into was always her.
Song Qingyou was slightly distracted. Sometimes she wondered if the thrill of youth could really make someone pursue it for so many years.
Is Fu Wenzhou in love with her, or is it just resentment at not being able to have her?
If she hadn't married Fu Tingshen, and there hadn't been this extra layer of aunt and nephew relationship between them, and if she hadn't fallen ill and could have lived longer, perhaps she would have been willing to give it a try with Fu Wenzhou.
But there are no "what ifs" in this world.
Fu Wenzhou said in a hoarse, low voice, "I'll leave Zhouzhou with you for now. I have some things to do these next couple of days."
Song Qingyou was speechless, and subconsciously asked, "What could it be?"
"..." Fu Wenzhou stared at her with a deep look in his eyes: "Youyou, it's necessary to explain to you that your future husband is not a good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid."
Song Qingyou felt a little embarrassed by her subconscious reaction and didn't even notice his words "future husband": "Sorry, I just think you're usually quite free."
After all, someone who comes to see her every few days doesn't seem like they can be that busy.
Fu Wenzhou held his breath for a few seconds, gave a cold laugh, and left.
Song Qingyou stood there in a daze for two minutes, unable to figure out what was wrong with him this time.
Zhouzhou seized the opportunity to slip out through the crack in the door and ran to Song Qingyou's leg, gently rubbing against her.
Song Qingyou bent down and hugged Zhouzhou, rubbing its little head with a gentle smile in her eyes: "Why is your owner always so easily angered?"
Meow~
Two days later, the news of the Ruan family hosting a charity gala spread throughout the capital.
On the day of the banquet, a number of reporters gathered in front of the Ruan family's house. The charity auction set up during the banquet attracted much attention because the final piece was said to be a cheongsam hand-sewn by Lin Qingshan, a master craftsman who had been secluded for many years and was known as a national master. It was made using the intangible cultural heritage traditional technique of Suzhou embroidery.
The process is complex, and each stitch is worth a fortune.
Mr. Lin's first work in many years has attracted many celebrities to come and admire it.
Song Changxian got out of the car, then walked to the back and bent down to open the car door.
As Song Qingyou stepped out of the car, her shapely, fair legs were particularly eye-catching. Today, she wore an elegant light white cheongsam with a matching shawl, which made her skin look as white as snow.
A delicate stand-up collar accentuated Song Qingyou's fair and fragile swan-like neck. Her long, seaweed-like hair was held up with a single wooden hairpin, her eyes sparkling like spring, her figure graceful and elegant. Even without wearing any jewelry, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
Not only the people gathered at the door, but also the rows of reporters were drawn to her. It wasn't until the woman gracefully disappeared from their sight that they realized that this was the youngest daughter of the Song family who had recently divorced.
The reporters immediately regretted missing a big news story. They had come all this way not to be able to get in and take pictures of the banquet interior, and were planning to wait at the entrance to see what was going on about the recent Song-Fu divorce. But they were so captivated by the beauty that they forgot to take any pictures.
Just as they were feeling frustrated, a strange noise suddenly came from afar.
It turned out that Fu Tingshen and Lin Niaoniao were walking over side by side.
Reporters, not daring to miss tomorrow's front-page headline, rushed over.
Lin Niaoniao linked arms with Fu Tingshen, smiling smugly. When asked by reporters, she looked shyly at Fu Tingshen and said, "Yes, Tingshen and I are getting married on the third day of next month. Tingshen is handling all the arrangements for the wedding venue. I'm pregnant now, and Tingshen doesn't want me to do all that."
Fu Tingshen looked displeased and reached out to push the reporters aside, saying, "We're going in, please move aside."
Lin Niaoniao hadn't had enough of showing off, so she pulled Fu Tingshen along for another round of displays of affection before taking his arm and going inside.
After leaving the crowded area, Fu Tingshen frowned and said, "Don't spread the word about our marriage."
He just divorced Song Qingyou and is about to marry Lin Niaoniao. Rumors have been circulating about him lately, but Lin Niaoniao always likes to show off, which has made Fu Tingshen very annoyed by the reporters who have been besieging his door.
Lin Niaoniao paused slightly, her eyes filled with hurt: "I'm sorry, I was just too happy. Ting Shen, you know, I've waited so many years for this day. I thought you would be as happy as I was, but it seems I was wrong."
Fu Ting took a deep breath: "Niao Niao, our relationship doesn't need anyone else to witness it. Don't you know how I've treated you all these years?"
Lin Niaoniao knew exactly how much she should "act up" in front of Fu Tingshen, and obediently nodded upon hearing this: "I understand, Tingshen."
"That's a good girl." Fu Tingshen planted a kiss on Lin Niaoniao's lips.
Unlike the quiet courtyard, beyond the long corridor, a bustling crowd could be heard.
Fu Tingshen spotted Song Qingyou chatting with someone in the distance almost immediately.
She was wearing a plain white cheongsam, her eyes slightly lowered, her expression indifferent. Suddenly, her lips curved into a smile, like a gentle spring breeze.
Fu Tingshen's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, revealing no emotion.
Lin Niaoniao followed his gaze and was instantly enraged. Her eyes were filled with jealous hatred, but she forced a smile and said, "Ting Shen, what are you looking at?"
Fu Tingshen withdrew his gaze, as if he had never lingered there: "It's nothing, let's go."
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