The Fu family.
Fu Tingshen had never found the two people in the photo so jarring.
Others might not recognize the woman with the tattoo on the back of Fu Wenzhou's neck, but Fu Tingshen remembered her clearly.
On the day he and Song Qingyou divorced, the red mole on Song Qingyou's shoulder was covered with hickeys. It's not hard to imagine how intense the man's abuse was. Only a possessive person would leave their mark on such a place.
My one true love?
What about my three-year marriage with Song Qingyou?
Fu Tingshen's face was ashen, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying.
He absolutely refused to be played like this. The thought of Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou sleeping together made him feel utterly disgusted!
Lin Niaoniao knocked on the door with a cup of coffee in her hand. When no one answered for a long time, she carefully pushed the door open. "Ting Shen, I made you some coffee."
Since her miscarriage at her wedding and the subsequent revelation of her kneeling on the ground imitating a dog, Fu Changlin and Qin You have refused to acknowledge her as their daughter-in-law, repeatedly ordering Fu Tingshen to kick her out of the house.
If it weren't for Fu Tingshen still cherishing their past friendship and being willing to let her stay in this villa without any official status, she would have been homeless long ago.
Therefore, Lin Niaoniao doesn't even dare to speak loudly to Fu Tingshen now, and she turns a blind eye to Fu Tingshen going out to find women.
As long as the title of Mrs. Fu remains.
Lin Niaoniao approached, placed the coffee on the table, and caught a glimpse of the photo on his phone out of the corner of her eye. Her expression immediately changed.
Is the person kissing in public Fu Wenzhou?
The woman in his arms...
A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Niaoniao's eyes. She was now all thanks to Song Qingyou!
Lin Niaoniao softened her tone and moved closer to Fu Tingshen.
However, as soon as he got close, Fu Tingshen suddenly pulled away, frowning in disgust: "Didn't I tell you not to come in when I'm working?"
Lin Niaoniao blinked, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice: "Ting Shen, I was just worried that you were working too late, that's all. Besides, we're husband and wife, you don't need to avoid me like this."
In the past, when Fu Tingshen saw her like this, he felt only heartache, but now, he only felt annoyed and disgusted.
Fu Tingshen frowned deeply: "Is there anything else?"
"They just kicked her out like that," Lin Niaoniao gritted her teeth, staring at the photo with feigned surprise. "This person looks like Song Qingyou. This photo doesn't look like her now. Does that mean she was already having an affair with your nephew before you divorced her? Isn't that... immoral?"
Fu Tingshen's face immediately turned cold, and he squeezed the phone tightly as if he wanted to crush it.
Lin Niaoniao knew she had hit a nerve, but she still felt it wasn't enough: "When Song Qingyou married you, she acted like an ethereal fairy, but it turns out she went to see Fu Wenzhou every night. It seems she never considered you her husband. Her three years in the Fu family were nothing but pretense. Ting Shen, she has been using you all along."
With a "bang," Fu Tingshen suddenly slammed his phone to the ground.
The image of Song Qingyou calmly threatening him for property the night before the divorce resurfaced in Fu Tingshen's mind. All the past events made Fu Tingshen finally realize that he was nothing more than a pawn in Song Qingyou's hands, to be used and then discarded at will.
And she never loved him from beginning to end.
No wonder……
No wonder he brought Lin Niaoniao home multiple times over the past three years, sleeping with other women right in front of her, and she remained unmoved...
The wind and snow raged, and Fu Tingshen's face appeared even more sinister under the lamplight.
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When Song Qingyou woke up the next day and saw her hands, she had only one thought in her mind.
These hands are not clean.
She pursed her lips, got off the bed, and before her feet even touched the ground, she felt a warmth in her waist and abdomen. Before she could react, someone pulled her from behind and pulled her into a warm embrace.
Fu Wenzhou hugged her tightly, burying his face in his owner's shoulder like a large dog, and said affectionately, "Sister, the weather is clear now, sleep a little longer."
Song Qingyou wanted to raise her hand to slap him away, but her arm was sore. She said helplessly, "Don't you have to go to work?"
Fu Wenzhou slightly lifted his eyelids, his voice hoarse: "I'm the boss. I can go if I want to, and I can stay home if I don't want to."
"..." Song Qingyou ignored him, pulled his hand away, and climbed to the foot of the bed.
Fu Wenzhou reacted quickly, grabbing her ankle. Her feet were like white jade, with delicate white toes tinged with pink, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
Sometimes Fu Wenzhou also found it hard to understand why every part of his Youyou was so beautiful, as if she was exactly the kind of girl he wanted.
He caressed her porcelain-white instep with his fingertips, the touch of his palms delicate and smooth, his gaze growing deeper, reluctant to let go.
Seeing that he was staring at her feet with a fascination, Song Qingyou felt a little awkward and struggled to pull her head back.
Fu Wenzhou refused, but instead bent down and placed a kiss on her toes, his posture devout.
Song Qingyou's feet went numb. She suppressed the pounding in her heart, forcefully pulled her foot back, and blushed slightly at her earlobe: "You, why are you still kissing... here?"
Doesn't he find it dirty?
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, rolled over and pinned her down, his voice low and husky: "Which part of Youyou's body haven't I kissed? Hmm?"
Song Qingyou's ears turned red, and her face turned as red as well. She was both ashamed and angry: "You pervert!"
Fu Wenzhou kissed her on the lips and said lazily, "I can be even more of a rogue."
Song Qingyou froze, then looked up: "You just kissed me?"
"Mmm." Fu Wenzhou lowered his head, wanting to kiss him again.
Song Qingyou covered his mouth.
The girl's voice was soft and moist, with the coquettishness of someone who had just woken up.
You just kissed my feet!
Fu Wenzhou paused for a moment, then burst out laughing, teasingly asking in a nonchalant tone, "Does my sister dislike me or herself?"
Song Qingyou's eyes widened. "I dislike you!"
After saying that, she pushed Fu Wenzhou away and got out of bed.
Fu Wenzhou watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but chuckle.
He loved seeing her angry; it was so vivid and adorable.
Song Qingyou hadn't been there long when Fu Wenzhou, like a clingy puppy, came crawling back. Zhouzhou waved her paws in protest, but Fu Wenzhou pulled her aside, saying, "She's mine, why are you getting so close?"
Zhouzhou couldn't beat him, so she angrily circled around in place.
Song Qingyou rubbed her temples: "Aren't you afraid that Fu Tingshen will take advantage of this and do nothing all day long?"
Fu Wenzhou played with Song Qingyou's long hair, leaned closer to smell it, and said in a lazy and arrogant tone: "He can't take my things away."
Song Qingyou was stunned.
Fu Wenzhou lowered his head and buried it in her long hair, hugging her from behind and refusing to let go: "Youyou, stop looking."
Song Qingyou sighed. If he kept bothering her like this all day, she wouldn't be able to do anything else.
She turned to look at him and said, "Go to work."
Fu Wenzhou: "?"
Song Qingyou slightly raised her eyelids: "Are you going or not?"
"..." Fu Wenzhou gritted his teeth and resigned himself to his fate, saying, "I understand, I'll go."
He kissed her gently, saying, "Be a good girl and wait for me at home. Don't go anywhere."
Song Qingyou chuckled softly: "You're so domineering."
Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly, then hugged her and kissed her again before leaving.
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