Song Qingyou's breath hitched, as if she hadn't heard clearly: "What?"
Fu Wenzhou licked the soft flesh on the back of his neck repeatedly. "It's nothing, just something I said offhand."
He then, as if he hadn't said anything before, took Song Qingyou's earlobe into his mouth and said, "Come with me to the Jiang family tomorrow."
Song Qingyou felt her earlobe was damp and rubbed it uncomfortably. "You and the Jiang family are old acquaintances, but I'm not."
"Sister, come with me." Fu Wenzhou gently bit the back of her ear.
That was Song Qingyou's sensitive spot. She gasped, her toes involuntarily curling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "No... um~"
A soft, sweet moan escaped from the tip of her nose. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Song Qingyou's forehead, and Fu Wenzhou gently kissed her.
"Sister..." Fu Wenzhou's low, husky voice was filled with desire, sexy and deep, and extremely alluring.
Song Qingyou lost all her principles because he kept calling her "sister".
The next morning, when Song Qingyou woke up, her inner thighs were incredibly sore and red. Although the skin wasn't broken, they still looked gruesome to the naked eye.
Recalling the absurdity of last night, Song Qingyou's cheeks flushed. Fu Wenzhou was unwilling to touch her so soon after her recovery, and he restrained himself at the last moment, using other methods to resolve the matter.
This alternative method, however, clearly caused Song Qingyou considerable hardship.
Fu Wenzhou has already applied the medicine. Although it still hurts, it feels cool and refreshing, so it's not so uncomfortable anymore.
But why does this icy feeling feel so familiar?
Song Qingyou frowned, thought for a while, and then suddenly looked at the soles of her feet. Last time, it seemed like she felt the same way.
So what exactly did Fu Wenzhou do to her feet that night?
Song Qingyou took a deep breath, a hint of disbelief flashing in her eyes.
Is he an animal? He can even use his feet...
Song Qingyou's face turned red and white. Just as she was about to get up from the bed, Fu Wenzhou pushed the door open and came in carrying the cat. Before she could even move, the man and the cat clung to her like a large dog.
He was tall with long legs, while Song Qingyou was slender. When Fu Wenzhou pressed himself against her, he could completely envelop her. Yet, oblivious to this, he insisted on burying his face in the crook of her neck, whimpering in a hoarse voice like a dog: "Sister, don't forget what you promised me last night."
Instead of answering, Song Qingyou asked, "What did I promise you?"
Fu Wenzhou looked up in surprise, threw the cat on the ground, and said, "You're going to deny it after you've eaten it?"
Song Qingyou almost laughed out of anger at his shamelessness: "I'm going to deny it after I've eaten it? Who was it that pestered me last night..."
He suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.
Song Qingyou blushed and didn't say anything more.
A low chuckle reached her ears, and Song Qingyou glared at him angrily: "What did you do with my foot?"
Fu Wenzhou's lips curled into a roguish smile. He pressed his thin lips against her ear and said casually, "Didn't I tell you? Things that bring joy are like what happened last night."
Like last night...
The blush on Song Qingyou's cheeks spread all the way down to her neck; how could he say something like that so openly?
I wish I could cultivate a skin as thick as Fu Wenzhou's, a skin thicker than a copper wall or an iron wall.
Song Qingyou pushed him away irritably, put on her slippers, and went to the bathroom.
As the figure disappeared from sight, Fu Wenzhou kicked the disgruntled kitten that had been thrown to the ground: "You should get spayed/neutered."
Zhouzhou: !!! !!! !!!
As if it could understand human speech, the kitten rushed over and started biting Fu Wenzhou's leg. Fu Wenzhou scoffed, "Biting won't help. Who told you to be a male cat?"
Zhouzhou wanted to cry but had no tears.
Song Qingyou eventually accompanied Fu Wenzhou to the Jiang family.
Jiang Xun greeted them at the door: "Miss Song, Mr. Fu, did you sleep well last night? Was there anything I didn't arrange?"
Song Qingyou nodded slightly: "Very good, thank you for your trouble, Miss Jiang."
Jiang Xun said, "Miss Song, you're too kind."
After a few polite but distant remarks, Jiang Xun casually brought up the topic: "Song Chen has been detained on my Jiang family's territory for a month. Won't your father care?"
Song Qingyou said calmly, "Miss Jiang, don't worry, I will handle things with the Song family. You just need to give him one meal a day to make sure he doesn't starve."
Jiang Xun raised an eyebrow: "A meal?"
Song Qingyou stopped and turned around. "Is there a problem?"
A hint of inquiry flickered in Jiang Xun's eyes: "Aren't you siblings?"
Song Qingyou smiled and said, "Miss Jiang is joking. The Song family only has one branch left, so there's no such thing as siblings."
Jiang Xun looked at the frail and delicate girl in front of her and slowly smiled: "It's my bad memory, I'm sorry."
Song Qingyou replied in a distant yet polite tone, "It's alright."
Fu Wenzhou stood behind them, holding a cat, his narrow eyes slightly upturned, his gaze fixed on Song Qingyou.
Jiang Xun led the group to the front hall and instructed the servants, "Tell the master that Young Master Fu and Miss Song have arrived."
"Yes, Miss."
The maid went upstairs, and Jiang Chu quickly came downstairs. When he saw Fu Wenzhou, he smiled and said, "It's been so long since you've come to see me! If I hadn't specifically asked Xunxun to call you over last night, would you have been planning to come and visit this old man?"
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow: "Uncle Jiang, has the chess game I left for you last time been broken?"
"It's been more than half a year already. If we don't break this soon, your Uncle Jiang will have to retire from the Go world." Jiang Chu laughed loudly, then turned to Song Qingyou: "And who is this?"
Jiang Xun introduced: "Song Qingyou, the daughter of the Song family."
Jiang Chu met Song Qingyou once many years ago. Back then, Song Qingyou was just an infant in swaddling clothes. Now she's grown up so much.
He said with some emotion, "If it weren't for your maternal grandfather back then, I wouldn't have been able to build the Jiang family into such a large enterprise today."
Unfortunately, people change as time goes by. Old Master Song, who was wise all his life, had a foolish daughter who ruined everything for the Song family. Now, the once-great Song family has fallen into the hands of a group of outsiders, while the real eldest daughter of the Song family is not well received.
Song Qingyou smiled and said, "There are many talent scouts, but few are truly exceptional. My grandfather recognized Uncle Jiang's talent and ability back then. Now, doesn't this prove that my grandfather had excellent judgment?"
Jiang Chu was quite pleased by the flattery and had a good impression of the youngest daughter of the Song family, who was rumored to be weak and unable to take care of herself. In addition, given his past connection with Old Master Song, Jiang Chu liked Song Qingyou even more.
After a few words, he learned that Song Qingyou also played chess, and insisted on taking her to the chess room.
Jiang Xun clicked her tongue, her voice flat: "That's not what she said last night."
Yesterday she was like an angry rabbit, implying that her family's wealth was due to the Song family, but today she's like a completely different person, almost praising her father to the skies.
But her father just happens to fall for that.
This seemingly sickly beauty is truly remarkable.
Jiang Xun said, "No wonder you, a madman, have been so devoted to her for so many years. If I were a man, I would fall in love with her too."
"Jiang Xun, don't even think about her." Fu Wenzhou glanced at her sideways, his eyes filled with possessiveness, his tone languid: "She's mine."
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