Fu Wenzhou rushed back from outside that evening, carrying the cat in his arms. He put the cat in the living room first and then hurried towards the bedroom.
Song Qingyou, who was half-asleep, heard the noise and opened her eyes, "Why are you back so late?"
Fu Wenzhou closed the door and hurried along: "I brought the cat back."
Song Qingyou didn't think too much about it, closed her eyes wearily, and let out a soft moan from the tip of her nose.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark and unfathomable. He took off his coat, walked to the window, and carried Song Qingyou, who was lying on the rattan chair, back to the bed. Then he squatted down beside her, took off her shoes, and placed her white jade feet on his lap.
The series of movements continued without pause, and her expression revealed an impatience. Song Qingyou felt something was wrong, but she didn't think much of it.
Feeling a little sleepy, she said, "Fu Wenzhou, I'm sleepy."
Fu Wenzhou's voice was frighteningly low: "Then go to sleep."
Song Qingyou was indeed sleepy. Ignoring what he was trying to do while hugging his feet, she lay down on the bed and slowly closed her eyes.
In a daze, I felt as if my foot had touched a scorching hot stone. I unconsciously frowned, trying to avoid the heat source, but my ankle felt like it was locked by vines, and I couldn't move it no matter what I did.
Song Qingyou felt a burning sensation on the soles of her feet. The stone was hard and hot, and her toes curled up from the heat. She didn't know what she had caught, but the stone suddenly grew larger and became even more scorching.
Sweat dripped from Fu Wenzhou's forehead onto his jade-like feet. His breathing grew heavier, and he groaned softly.
The veins on the back of his hands were prominent and sticky with sweat, creating a stark contrast with the snow-white and tender skin of his palms.
Song Qingyou couldn't take it anymore. She opened her eyes drowsily, not fully awake: "Don't touch my feet, it hurts."
Fu Wenzhou's voice was terribly hoarse as he coaxed in a low voice, "Youyou, just bear with it a little longer..."
Song Qingyou frowned, closed her eyes again, and in her half-awake state, she was slower to react than usual, but she actually obeyed and endured it.
When Song Qingyou woke up the next day, her first feeling was pain and numbness in the soles of her feet.
She glanced down and saw that the color of the sole of her foot was an abnormal red, with blood seeping from the skin. Fortunately, the skin was not broken.
What did Fu Wenzhou do to her feet last night?
Song Qingyou had to put her weight on her other foot when she walked, and went to find Fu Wenzhou as soon as she left the bedroom.
Fu Wenzhou was making breakfast in the kitchen. Zhouzhou was lying at his feet. When she saw Song Qingyou, the kitten jumped up from the ground and pounced into her arms.
Song Qingyou bent down to catch it. Strangely, the man who usually loved to compete with the cat for attention was quiet and didn't say a word today.
Sensing something unusual, Song Qingyou squinted and called out to him, "Fu Wenzhou."
Fu Wenzhou's hand holding the soup spoon trembled, almost dropping it to the ground. When he turned around, his face was already calm: "What?"
Song Qingyou asked, "What did you do to my feet last night? Why do the soles of my feet hurt?"
While serving the porridge, Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice, "You did some exercise to improve blood circulation. I've already applied the medicine for you, and the pain will subside in a little while."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou felt relieved: "I see. Is doing this good for your health?"
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice became hoarse: "It can make people feel happy."
Song Qingyou: "?"
Fu Wenzhou brought over the porridge, saying, "If you like it, you can make it often."
Song Qingyou shook her head: "Forget it, it hurts a bit."
For some reason, Song Qingyou felt as if the flame in the man's eyes had been extinguished after she refused him.
After hesitating for a moment, she relented: "Occasionally is fine." After all, it's good for your health.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes lit up immediately. He kissed her on the eye and chuckled softly, "Sister is so good."
Song Qingyou felt that what he said sounded a bit awkward, so she didn't want to talk about it anymore and sat down to eat breakfast.
The plane landed in Binhai at night.
As soon as they got off the plane, Fu Wenzhou gave Song Qingyou the down jacket he had brought with him. The cold wind was blowing fiercely outside, and Song Qingyou still felt cold even wearing the heavy down jacket.
Fu Wenzhou pulled her into his arms and turned to shield her from the wind.
The Jiang family's car was waiting at the airport. Upon seeing them emerge, they hurried forward and respectfully greeted them, "Mr. Fu, Ms. Song, please come with me."
No matter how vast the coastal area is, it cannot compare to the capital city where every inch of land is precious. Even the Jiang family, a top-tier family located at the foot of the imperial city, dares not be negligent.
As dusk falls, the colorful neon lights on the ship's hull are dazzling, echoing the lights on both banks and creating a particularly enchanting scene in the night.
Fu Wenzhou was a VIP and had a dedicated waiter to guide him.
The cruise ship has six decks, with cafes, lounges, clubs, relaxation areas, and casinos on almost every deck, making it extremely luxurious.
There are many people here tonight, it's high society entertainment, and they are all famous wealthy and noble families from all over the world.
At the same time, each floor is also divided into different grades.
The higher the floor, the higher the status, and the larger the stakes.
Fu Wenzhou put his arm around Song Qingyou's waist and led her to the top floor.
Song Qingyou didn't actually like to flaunt her status like this. Her identity and Fu Wenzhou's were ultimately an insurmountable gap. Even if others didn't say it to her face, they would gossip behind her back.
Not to mention that Fu Tingshen is nowhere to be found in the capital, and Fu Changlin and Qin You are crying and making a scene at the Fu family's gate every day.
The rumors gradually evolved from Fu Tingshen disappearing to Fu Wenzhou snatching a woman from his own uncle, and for her sake, he did not hesitate to deal with his uncle in private, turning against his family.
Both of them have a bad reputation in Beijing's social circles now, and outsiders feel that what they are doing is unethical.
Public opinion never cares about the truth of the matter; it only parrots what others say.
The strange looks from those around her made Song Qingyou feel suffocated.
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