As the moon rose high in the sky, Fu Wenzhou tenderly kissed his beloved.
He kissed her repeatedly, the kisses landing on her brow and finally stopping on her bleeding arm.
Fu Wenzhou's expression grew increasingly sinister as he kissed her.
Fuck your mother.
Do you think Song Yuan can just take down the person I've protected for so long?
Song Qingyou was exhausted from all the commotion. The light kiss on her arm remained untouched. She wanted to say that it didn't hurt anymore, but her throat became terribly hoarse as soon as she opened her mouth. Her voice was almost ruined, so she had to give up.
Fu Wenzhou got out of bed, found some ointment, and carefully applied it to her arm. The cool ointment relieved the burning pain considerably.
Song Qingyou let out a breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Fu Wenzhou, please be gentler next time."
Her body couldn't handle such ferocity; she had been so caught up in the thrill and pleasure that she was now only feeling the pain in her chest. It was obvious that she had overindulged.
Fu Wenzhou thought she meant to be gentler when applying the medicine, so he frowned and asked, "Did I hurt you?"
Song Qingyou nodded: "A little. I think we should try to reduce the frequency of this kind of thing in the future."
Fu Wenzhou's expression darkened: "Reduce? It shouldn't have happened!"
The thought of his precious child being hurt made his heart ache, and he wished he could tear Song Yuan to pieces.
Song Qingyou was taken aback, her eyes, reddened with desire, looked at him: "Is that what you think?"
She was somewhat surprised. In the past, Fu Wenzhou would rush towards her like a vicious dog that had caught a whiff of her scent. Now, he was actually willing to give in.
But this is for the best. Her body can't withstand all this back and forth. It's good that she's behaving herself.
Although I requested it both times myself...
Song Qingyou's ears turned slightly red, and she was about to say that she would not do it again when Fu Wenzhou spoke up again.
"Youyou, you have to promise me that the same thing won't happen again."
Song Qingyou hesitated for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Isn't this already... the second time?"
"What?" Fu Wenzhou straightened up abruptly, his face chillingly cold: "This is the second time he's hit you?"
Song Qingyou: "..."
She seems to have misunderstood something.
I spent ages thinking about it, but what I said wasn't it at all...
She knew that once a mad dog had food in its mouth, it wouldn't let go so easily.
Song Qingyou rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, brushed away his fingers that were still rubbing after he applied the medicine, turned her back and closed her eyes.
I can't be bothered to look at him anymore.
Fu Wenzhou bent down and gently turned her around, his hands trembling slightly as he held her: "Youyou."
Song Qingyou tried to break free, but felt his hand tighten. She looked up and saw that the veins on Fu Wenzhou's neck were bulging, and there was suppressed anger deep in his eyes.
Song Qingyou made no further moves.
The moonlight is lonely.
Song Qingyou said softly, "Fu Wenzhou, I'm not feeling well."
Fu Wenzhou froze for a moment, tightened his grip on her, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know."
He had almost anticipated what she was going to say next, and his spine trembled slightly as he tried his best to control himself.
Should I push him away again?
Why do I ruthlessly dump him every time we finish sleeping together? Do I really think he's someone without a temper?
Fu Wenzhou took a deep breath, his eyes red-rimmed.
“If you live, I will follow you every step of the way. If you die, I will take a knife and stab myself before you die. Don’t even think about dying before me.” Fu Wenzhou’s expression suddenly turned stern, and the corners of his eyes turned red. “So, you must live well for me until I find Master Yunfang.”
"..." Song Qingyou took a deep breath: "What I meant was that I'm not in good health, so I need to be more restrained in certain aspects in the future."
Fu Wenzhou's words came to an abrupt halt.
He said, oblivious to the situation, "Isn't this what you wanted?"
Song Qingyou choked for a moment, "Then I didn't make you do it so many times in one night."
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, "Youyou, I've been holding it in for a long time, so please be understanding."
Song Qingyou's eyes widened: "Fu Wenzhou, how can you be so shameless?"
Fu Wenzhou turned over and pulled Song Qingyou onto him, their bodies pressed tightly together, and the blanket was pulled up to cover their heads.
Song Qingyou tried to get off him, but he held her waist down, making it impossible for her to move. His body was as hot as a furnace, more useful than any other heating device in this cold winter.
Song Qingyou simply slept on him like that.
The next morning, Song Qingyou woke up and didn't see Fu Wenzhou again, so she frowned.
After finishing breakfast, she received a package.
Song Qingyou opened the package with a utility knife, but her fingertips froze when she saw what was inside.
Inside lay a pair of old scissors.
Song Qingyou certainly recognized the scissors; it was the same pair that Song Wei used to cut her long hair and the only photograph her mother had left behind.
Unpleasant memories flooded her mind, causing Song Qingyou's body to tremble slightly, and her palms, which were supporting her on the table, were sweating.
The bell suddenly rang.
Song Qingyou shuddered suddenly and finally came to her senses.
Her expression turned cold when she saw the caller ID.
"My dear sister, did you receive the gift I sent you?"
Song Wei's voice, tinged with laughter, came through the receiver. Her tone was light and playful, a stark contrast to the gentle and polite Song Wei she had been at the Song family's house yesterday.
Song Qingyou smiled, a slight curl at the corner of her lips.
Yes, this is the Song Wei she knows.
She should remain a maggot crawling out of a sewer, just like before, utterly disgusting.
Song Wei was smoking in the dance studio's lounge when she chuckled, "Remember when you went to school with your messy hair and everyone laughed at you? Sigh, thinking back, I really felt bad for you then. How could I have cut your hair? Oh, and there's that picture of your unlucky mom. Are you still angry with me? Should I apologize? Hahaha..."
She spoke and laughed, tears streaming down her face from the smoke, her eyes full of sarcasm: "But if you want my apology, you'll have to see if you're worthy. I'm sending you this pair of scissors today as a warning. From now on, the Song family will only have me as the eldest daughter. As for you, don't come back even if you die out there."
Now that she's back in the country, she can only be the eldest daughter of the Song family from now on!
Song Qingyou said expressionlessly, "Song Wei, I really hope you can stay this arrogant forever."
Song Wei frowned: "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing," Song Qingyou said with a faint smile. "Did you think no one knew about the dirty things you did abroad?"
Song Wei stubbed out her cigarette abruptly and said fiercely, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm warning you, don't..."
Song Qingyou coldly interrupted: "Double Apartment."
Song Wei's expression suddenly changed: "Song Qingyou!"
"I want 500 million. Transfer it to my account before 8 p.m. tomorrow night. Otherwise, I won't be able to get it."
Song Qingyou didn't want to waste a second arguing with her and hung up the phone immediately.
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