Those outside the car couldn't help but feel envious.
"Oh my, Mr. Fu is so considerate to Miss Song. Did you see him supporting Song Xiaoshi when they got in the car? His eyes were so affectionate, they were practically dripping with love."
"It's true that comparisons are the thief of joy. He's rich, powerful, and handsome, and he's so devoted. Why can't I meet a good man like him?"
"That's right. My husband only thinks I'm clumsy. He won't even look at me if I fall to the ground, let alone help me open the door or get into the car."
"These days, there are very few good men like President Fu. You'd be hard-pressed to find one even with a lantern."
As Song Qingyou listened to the people outside, she turned to look at the man beside her as the car window slowly rolled up.
With a cold expression, it was unclear who he was taking his anger out on.
It's somewhat illogical, but also a bit...
cute.
As soon as those two words popped into Song Qingyou's mind, she couldn't help but smile.
Although she knew that it wouldn't be long before he would make himself laugh, she also knew that he liked it when she made him laugh.
Song Qingyou reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve with her two slender, white fingers.
The driver was focused on driving, completely unaware of the undercurrents between the two people behind him.
Fu Wenzhou felt the slight movement in the sleeve, glanced down at it, and ignored it.
He even turned his face towards the window.
His jaw was clenched, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together. From his posture to his expression, he was conveying a certain message to someone: I'm very angry!
However, if someone outside the window could see his face clearly, they would not have difficulty noticing the undisguised smile hidden deep in his eyes.
Her tightly pursed lips were starting to crumble.
Even though the corner of her sleeve was pulled away from her fingertips, Song Qingyou wasn't angry at all.
She moved closer to him very quietly and reached out her hand again.
This time, instead of tugging at his sleeve, she placed her hand directly on his wrist, her fingertips slowly probing forward, her slightly cool hand exploring his palm.
Fu Wenzhou still wanted to shake him off.
That was his plan. But as soon as her hand came in, he unconsciously loosened his clenched fist, letting her fingers squeeze in and intertwine with his.
"Fu Wenzhou?" Song Qingyou slowly leaned close to his ear and called out in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Her voice was soft, like a coquettish whisper, as she spoke close to his ear.
Warm breath rushed into his ears, spreading throughout his body like an electric shock.
"Are you really ignoring me?" she asked.
Fu Wenzhou had to use all his self-control to avoid looking at her.
"You should reflect on yourself carefully and decide whether you should have done this or not," he said calmly.
Song Qingyou scratched his palm with her thumb, "But if you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know what I should reflect on?"
"Song Qingyou!" Fu Wenzhou called her by her full name. The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror before quickly looking away.
Goodness, Mr. Fu looks like he's being unreasonable.
Song Qingyou sighed softly: "Even if I did something wrong, you should at least tell me what I did wrong, right? You just condemned me without even knowing what you were angry about. How am I supposed to reflect on my actions?"
She frowned slightly, clearly deep in thought, a hint of distress on her face.
Fu Wenzhou had long since lost interest in arguing with her. He gripped her hand tightly and deliberately put on a stern face, saying, "Don't think that this is the end of it. I'll settle the score with you properly when we get back."
Song Qingyou asked knowingly, "Hmm? How do we settle the accounts?"
Fu Wenzhou glared at her.
If she were in good health, he would have done it for her in the car.
But there was nothing he could do; his pomelo was so fragile that it seemed it could break with a gust of wind, so he dared not do anything reckless.
But he couldn't just let her go like that.
Fu Wenzhou glanced at the driver in front, raised the middle partition, and then, with a slight pull, lifted Song Qingyou onto his lap.
Song Qingyou, wearing a cheongsam, could only sit sideways.
However, she did not expect Fu Wenzhou to suddenly make her sit on his lap. She let out a low gasp, which was then covered by the male lead.
Fu Wenzhou bit her earlobe, his voice hoarse: "Keep your voice down, do you want the driver to hear?"
Song Qingyou: "..."
Fu Wenzhou easily seized the initiative between the two.
He hugged her like a baby, kissing her again and again.
Before long, Song Qingyou felt her lips go numb, with a slight stinging sensation.
She loosely draped her arms over his shoulders, bit her numb lips, and a hint of moisture welled up in her eyes as she murmured the man's name.
Fu Wenzhou's breath was hot, and his large hand roamed restlessly over her waist: "What did you call me?"
Song Qingyou rested her forehead on his shoulder, her body trembling slightly. Her mind went blank for a moment, then a sudden inspiration struck her.
"husband?"
Fu Wenzhou slightly curved his lips, lowered his eyes, and slowly covered those bright red lips with his own.
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