Fu Wenzhou was taken aback by her question, looking at her with an uncertain expression. After a while, he lowered his head and sniffed his clothes, but couldn't smell anything except alcohol: "What perfume? Don't change the subject, Ruan Mingchen..."
"Whose is it?" Song Qingyou's slender feet were bound, and she possessed a sadistic beauty, yet her eyes were cold. This extreme contradiction created a fatal attraction.
It's so captivating that you can't take your eyes off it.
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, his jealousy and resentment shattered into pieces, and he actually recalled: "I was bumped into by Ruan Yinyin in the night."
To finish, he added, "He didn't dodge."
Song Qingyou finally looked up, "So it was Ruan Yinyin who told you I was going to marry Ruan Mingchen?"
Fu Wenzhou did not deny it.
Song Qingyou's lips curled slightly, her voice cold: "Because of one sentence from her, you kicked down my door and came here to confront me. Fu Wenzhou, do you think you're so great?"
Fu Wenzhou's expression changed, his eyes turning sinister, and he gritted his teeth: "You're about to marry Ruan Mingchen! Do you expect me to greet you with a smile and applaud?"
Song Qingyou waved to him, "Lower your head."
Fu Wenzhou did as instructed with a dark expression.
With a "snap".
Song Qingyou raised her hand and slapped Fu Wenzhou across the face.
Fu Wenzhou was stunned by the beating, his eyes filled with uncertain emotions, his dark eyes swirling like a hurricane.
After hitting him, Song Qingyou didn't remove her palm. She gently stroked his face with her fingertips and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Wenzhou pressed his tongue against his cheek, remaining bent over, his eyes red: "Sister, you hit me for Ruan Mingchen's sake."
Song Qingyou looked into his eyes: "I hit you because you easily believed other women's instigation, and judged me without even asking. Today someone told you I was going to marry someone, and you believed it. Tomorrow someone will say I slept with other men, and you'll believe that too? Or do you think I'm that kind of promiscuous person in your eyes?"
Fu Wenzhou was suddenly stunned, the gloom in his eyes vanished, and he lowered his voice, moving closer to her.
A dryness rose in his throat: "You're not engaged to the Ruan family?"
Song Qingyou let go of his hand. "Last month, Ruan Mingchen mentioned a deal to me. Old Master Ruan wanted him to marry the daughter of the Jiang family. He didn't want to use marriage as a bargaining chip in a business deal, so he proposed a cooperation with me. He wanted me to temporarily take the fall for him. In exchange, he promised to invest the Ruan family's AI project in Shi Yu."
She didn't agree at the time, but she didn't expect the other party to leak the news without her consent.
Song Qingyou called that night to question Ruan Mingchen about this matter, but before she could finish speaking, the door was kicked open.
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but get angry.
Fu Wenzhou suddenly squatted down, his voice low: "Sister, I was wrong."
He took Ruan Yinyin's casual remark as fact, but upon closer examination, it was indeed unfounded.
He deserved the slap; he didn't lose out.
Fu Wenzhou was filled with regret. It didn't matter that the door was broken, but what if Youyou was angry with him?
His mind was filled with Song Qingyou, and he had long forgotten how angry he had been by the cruel things she had said during the day.
Song Qingyou looked at him: "Fu Wenzhou, do you love me that much?"
Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice, "Yes."
He never hid his feelings for her.
Song Qingyou turned her head away, her eyes reflecting a faint expression of her thoughts.
Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse as he leaned closer: "Youyou, I want to kiss you."
Song Qingyou turned around, her eyes revealing disbelief.
Even at a time like this, after the two of them had just finished arguing, and she was still tied up by him, he still wanted to kiss her?
Fu Wenzhou shamelessly leaned closer, his upturned eyes reflecting Song Qingyou's face: "Don't marry Ruan Mingchen, and don't marry anyone else, just stay with me, okay?"
Song Qingyou remained silent with a cold face, neither agreeing nor refusing.
Fu Wenzhou, his nose close to hers, breathed heavily: "I sent Gu Bai to find Master Yun Fang. He is a highly skilled doctor. As long as you find him, your illness can be cured."
Song Qingyou: "What if we can't find it?"
Fu Wenzhou's lips were almost touching his, with only a finger's width between them: "If we can't find it in one year, we'll try for two; if we can't find it in two years, we'll try for three; if we can't find it in three years, we'll try for five. We'll find it someday."
Song Qingyou's eyes were indifferent, revealing no emotion.
She didn't say that she might not live to see that day.
He simply said, "You'll have to rely on those precious medicinal herbs to stay alive until you find Master Yunfang. It seems you'll have to spend a lot of money."
“I’m willing to spend any amount of money on you.” Fu Wenzhou’s voice was like it had rolled in a deep pool, wet, cold and hoarse: “I will treat you well, better than anyone else, make you comfortable, be your human furnace, I will do whatever you want.”
He said, "I know you're annoyed with me, and I don't want to be like this, but I can't control myself. I feel terrible when I can't see you. I lost you once three years ago, and I don't want to lose you a second time."
"When I heard you were getting married, my heart felt heavy, my mind went blank, and all I could think about was coming to find you, locking you up, and not letting you marry Ruan Mingchen." Fu Wenzhou hugged her and kissed her. "I'm obsessive, possessive, and crazy, but I'm willing to change for you. I can change anything you don't like."
Fu Wenzhou buried his head in her neck, inhaling her scent: "Youyou, don't abandon me again."
Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, and when she heard him use the word "again," she was in a daze.
So, when he knelt in the rain three years ago, begging her not to marry Fu Tingshen, and she turned and left, was that abandonment to him?
Just like when an owner abandons a puppy, and the puppy finally finds its owner, it is terrified that the owner will abandon it a second time.
Song Qingyou raised her arm slightly, her delicate palm touching the soft black hair. In just one or two months, Fu Wenzhou's hair seemed to have grown a lot. She pressed it down, and it felt as nice to touch as she had imagined, not prickly at all.
A slight tremor ran through her, and for some reason she suddenly explained what happened three years ago: "My marriage to Fu Tingshen was because I wanted to break free from the shackles of the Song family. Fu Tingshen is cunning but arrogant and not very bright. It's much more convenient to do things under his nose than under Song Yuan's."
She paused, then said, "Besides, you were only 18 back then, and I wasn't that depraved yet."
Song Qingyou's only impression of Fu Wenzhou that night was that the boy was a bit silly.
He knelt for hours in the pouring rain, just to beg her not to marry him.
Not only is he foolish, he's also very persistent.
A hint of joy welled up in Fu Wenzhou's heart. Knowing that Song Qingyou not only didn't love him, but didn't love anyone, made him feel much more at ease.
He nuzzled her neck and kissed her earlobe, saying, "It's okay if you don't like me, as long as you don't like anyone else."
Being in a privileged position, he had a much higher starting point than those others.
Everyone is in his arms, being kissed and held by him. What can anyone else do to compete with him?
Fu Wenzhou hugged the person tighter, kissing and biting them, taking advantage of the situation.
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