On the deck, Song Qingyou looked at Ruan Mingchen without any emotion: "Are you saying that someone like Fu Wenzhou won't cherish what he has? Or are you saying that he's not a loyal person and that I should leave him as soon as possible?"
Ruan Mingchen smiled and said, "It seems you trust him a lot."
"We've been through so much together, and I know better than you what people are saying about us. Mr. Ruan, do you think I need you to tell me whether people's hearts have changed now?"
At this point, Song Qingyou gave a short, soft laugh, full of sarcasm.
"I thought you were a worthy opponent, but it seems I misjudged you. You've used the divide-and-conquer tactic in the wrong place." She looked utterly bored.
Ruan Mingchen tightened his grip on the wheelchair armrests slightly, staring at her for a few seconds with an extremely complicated expression. "Are you so sure he won't change his mind? Or to put it another way, you don't actually care whether he changes his mind or not, right? Everyone says you don't have long to live. Are you with him out of pity, or because you truly love him?"
Yun Nian couldn't stand it anymore. How could Ruan Mingchen be so shameless? Couldn't he tell that Sister Qingyou didn't want to talk to him?
He couldn't help but look at Fu Wenzhou. Normally, he would immediately jump away if any woman got close to Song Qingyou, but now he was smoking, looking extremely indifferent and calm, with a kind of lazy indifference.
Just as Yun Nian was about to scold him, she saw him take off his cigarette and flick off the ash, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Just then, Song Qingyou's unhurried voice came over.
"Ruan Mingchen, do you know why you lost?"
Ruan Mingchen: "Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."
“Because you don’t understand Fu Wenzhou at all, and you don’t understand me at all. Where did you get the idea that I, Song Qingyou, would be the kind of person who would be with someone out of pity?” Song Qingyou glanced at his leg. “I think it’s pitiful for you, President Ruan, to have a broken leg, but I have never looked down on you from beginning to end.”
"If I make you think I'm easy to bully, or if Fu Wenzhou makes you think he'll change his mind about me, then it just means you're blind."
Ruan Mingchen: "..."
He realized that Song Qingyou was just like Fu Wenzhou.
They are vengeful and will not suffer the slightest loss.
He chuckled, not angry at all: "Everyone says that Fu Wenzhou is a dog by your side, Song Qingyou, with a leash in your hand. He's been so devoted to you, can you honestly say that you're with him without even a shred of pity?"
He looked toward a certain spot, where a wisp of smoke was being torn apart by the sea breeze.
Song Qingyou seemed completely unaware.
She admitted without batting an eye: "At first, I did feel some pity, thinking that I wouldn't live much longer anyway, so I granted his wish."
Yun Nian subconsciously looked at Fu Wenzhou and suddenly felt a little sorry for him.
Oh dear, it turns out it's always been this man who's been all that enthusiastic all along.
The sea breeze made Song Qingyou's voice sound a little ethereal. She was probably really sleepy, as even her tone became languid, as if the person sitting opposite her was not a mortal enemy, but an old friend with whom she could have a heart-to-heart talk.
"Later, I couldn't bear to part with him and wanted to stay with him forever. I was afraid he would be lonely and bored in this world. But no matter what, I have always been with him because I love him."
"It was true before, it is true now, and it will be true in the future."
At the railing, Yun Nian was still mentally preparing how to comfort Fu Wenzhou when Song Qingyou suddenly changed the subject.
Before he could react, the man in front of him flicked his cigarette butt into the sea and then strode over.
Bang!
He punched Ruan Mingchen with all his might, and Ruan Mingchen fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.
But he wasn't angry at all. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, was helped up by Uncle Ding, and stared at Fu Wenzhou with a deep look in his eyes.
The latter didn't give him a second glance, and after finishing the fight, he ran to Song Qingyou's side, his tall body half-squatting in front of her.
Loyal, and devout.
Ruan Mingchen instantly understood why Song Qingyou was so certain.
"Let's go, Uncle Ding." Uncle Ding helped Ruan Mingchen into a wheelchair and they left the area.
He realized that Song Qingyou was using him to confess her feelings to Fu Wenzhou.
But he couldn't see the light and came here, only to be used for nothing and even get punched.
Song Qingyou was right about one thing: he still didn't understand her enough.
With just a few words, he had Fu Wenzhou firmly under his control.
This woman has a truly deep mind.
As soon as the unrelated people left, Song Qingyou's ears began to feel warm.
Fortunately, half of her face was hidden under her shawl, so the man couldn't see it.
But those unwavering gazes left her nowhere to escape.
Fu Wenzhou stroked her hair, then touched her face, and finally held her hand. He didn't say a word, but he cherished her dearly.
His face was tense, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, as if he had something to ask, or as if he was trying hard to restrain himself.
My body was damp from the shower, with a faint smell of smoke mixed in.
She stood up slightly and moved closer to Song Qingyou.
"Smell it, does it still stink?"
Song Qingyou's eyelashes trembled, and she felt as if the air around her was filled with his scent with every breath.
She slightly lifted her eyelids, and her gaze fell upon the man's tense jaw and tightly pursed thin lips.
This was the first time she had so directly felt the unease that Fu Nan had mentioned about Fu Wenzhou.
He was like a taut string; a gentle pluck could leave him helpless.
At this moment, Song Qingyou was filled with heartache.
She snuggled into his arms and took a few deep sniffs: "It doesn't smell. Fu Wenzhou, when are we going back?"
Fu Wenzhou gently stroked her hair, asking, "What's wrong? Don't you like it here?"
"Too many people, it's annoying." Song Qingyou has never liked crowded places, but she has never expressed it so clearly before, much less in such a coquettish way.
Her tone wasn't particularly coquettish, but it was like a feather that landed squarely on Fu Wenzhou's heart, melting his heart completely.
He unconsciously lowered his voice: "Shall we go home?"
"Mmm." She felt lazy and clung to his hand, refusing to let go: "Carry me on your back."
Fu Wenzhou was stunned for a moment: "Hmm?"
"I don't want to walk, carry me on your back."
She was always aloof and reserved, rarely doing anything out of line. Due to her health condition, she had too many things to do and couldn't afford to waste any time. She was too tense, wanting to finish everything she could and wanted to do in the limited time available.
From childhood to adulthood, she has never been associated with things like acting spoiled or being unreasonable.
She had also heard people say that only those who are favored have the right to act spoiled and unreasonable.
Because someone will care, feel sorry for you, and indulge you.
She was someone who was loved, pampered, and indulged by no one before.
But now, she has Fu Wenzhou.
She lay on the man's back, her chin resting on his shoulder, her body trembling with his movements, yet it gave her a great sense of security.
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