His pomelo has woken up. Go to that damn cemetery, and tomorrow he'll have someone level that land.
Song Qingyou said with amusement, "Weren't you just saying you wanted to be buried with me? Now you're saying it's bad luck."
"That was what you just did..." Fu Wenzhou didn't finish his sentence, his face dark and gloomy.
No one knows how scared he was during this time; he even made arrangements for his last affairs.
Thank goodness, she woke up.
Song Qingyou touched his face. "I was just in a fit of anger. I'll be fine once the pent-up emotions in my chest dissipate. I'm not going to die that easily."
If she died so easily, she would have died once when she was twelve.
Fu Wenzhou held the person in his arms and kissed them again and again, as if he couldn't get enough of it. "No one will be able to hurt you again."
Song Qingyou suddenly asked, "What did you do to Fu Tingshen?"
Fu Wenzhou paused, afraid that she would scold him if he told her, but he was also afraid if he didn't.
He finally told the truth: "I had someone pull out his tongue."
Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow in surprise: "That's it?"
She almost died; how could Fu Wenzhou be left with just a missing tongue?
Seeing her frown, Fu Wenzhou felt more confident and began to boast again: "He's in prison number 12."
After saying that, he looked at Song Qingyou expectantly.
Song Qingyou glanced at him and felt more and more that he resembled the Tibetan Mastiff that her maternal grandfather used to keep—a loyal dog that loved to be pampered.
She narrowed her eyes, tentatively reaching out to rub his head. The human-shaped Tibetan Mastiff's eyes immediately lit up, and he even nudged his head closer, begging for a second pat.
Song Qingyou: "..."
She pretended not to see it and turned her head away, saying, "Find someone in prison to smooth things over."
Fu Wenzhou's face immediately darkened: "Make arrangements?"
"Hmm." Song Qingyou didn't notice the dog's anger beside her and said calmly, "Doesn't he like to force himself on others? Let him experience what it's like to be forced in there."
Fu Wenzhou paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Sister, I've always said we're a match made in heaven."
Song Qingyou asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Fu Wenzhou hugged her and kissed her, saying, "You're both the same—vindictive and ruthless."
Song Qingyou: ...
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