"Qingyou, Song Chang, you've finally arrived! Is it snowing outside?"
Wearing an apron and holding a spatula, Bai Yan was completely unrecognizable as the fearsome warden of Prison No. 12, a place known as a living hell.
Song Changgang parked the car and came in, then quickly went to the kitchen to help: "It's quite big, otherwise it wouldn't have been stuck in traffic for so long."
"If you ask me, you should have left earlier. The weather forecast said it would snow today, but you still had to come right on time." Bai Yan said as he handed the spatula to Song Chang, and the two of them went to the kitchen to bring out the food.
Bai Yan invited everyone to sit down. When old friends like Song Chang reunite, they always have endless things to talk about.
Song Qingyou glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost 8 o'clock. She wondered if Fu Wenzhou had eaten yet.
Seeing that she was staring at the clock, Bai Li's eyes darkened, and he placed the cleaned fish meat in front of her.
Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then pushed the bowl and plate back: "Thank you, but no need."
Actually, it's not that she doesn't like eating fish, it's just that she only likes to eat the part near the gills, because that part of the meat is the freshest and most tender. Fu Wenzhou would always help her pick out the best part for her.
Song Qingyou's picky eating habits were mostly spoiled by Fu Wenzhou.
Even if it's just a plate of green vegetables, he'll pick out the heart of the vegetable for her and eat the leaves himself.
When she couldn't finish eating, he would take her bowl and eat the rest.
Bai Li didn't say anything, his gaze lingered on the bowl and plate that had been pushed back for two seconds, and then he finished eating the fish inside.
Bai Yan noticed this scene. As Bai Li's father, he had always been clear about Bai Li's thoughts. Over the years, every time Bai Li called from the army, he would ask how Song Qingyou was doing.
Knowing that Song Qingyou had married three years ago, Bai Li immediately enrolled in special forces training. His originally scheduled discharge date was postponed for another three years. After Song Qingyou got divorced three years later, he returned, only to find that she had Fu Wenzhou by her side again.
Bai Yan felt that the two children were not meant to be, and he also knew that Song Qingyou didn't like his son at all.
Bai Yan, who guards prisoners, is an expert at understanding people's hearts and has seen all kinds of people in his life. Song Qingyou's cold personality makes it difficult for her to like someone, because she is clear-headed and has a clear purpose. In her world, revenge is the most important thing, and everything else comes second.
One of them is a quiet, reserved person, and the other is cold and aloof; they're simply not compatible.
Only Fu Wenzhou, with his thick skin and ability to cling on and play the victim, could keep his niece.
This is why Bai Yan didn't try to matchmake Bai Li and Song Qingyou, even though he knew Bai Li liked her.
He changed the subject: "Qingyou, why don't you spend the New Year at our house this year? You can come with Song Chang. Anyway, it's just me and Bai Li at my house, so it'll be more lively if the four of us get together."
Song Qingyou paused slightly, then looked up apologetically and said, "Uncle Bai, I promised my boyfriend I'd spend this year with him."
With a "crack," the chopsticks broke.
Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment.
Bai Li said sternly, "Bai Li, how could you break your chopsticks while eating?"
Bai Li said in a deep voice, "You didn't hold it firmly."
Song Qingyou frowned; she felt that Bai Li seemed a little different today.
But then she thought about it again, and realized that she and Bai Li hadn't seen each other for ten years, so it was normal for people to have changed.
Song Qingyou didn't think too much about it. After finishing her meal, she said goodbye to Bai Yan and prepared to go back.
Bai Li saw them off. The snow was still falling. He held an umbrella and followed behind Song Qingyou. The umbrella was tilted heavily towards her, and a thick layer of snow fell on Bai Li's shoulders.
Song Qingyou stood beside the car, her voice soft, "Thank you, Brother Li. The snow is too heavy, you should go back first."
Bai Li hummed in agreement: "You get in the car first."
Song Qingyou nodded and got into the car.
Song Chang went around to the other side, and the car slowly started moving.
Not far away—
The man's fingers, hanging outside the car window, slowly clenched, his knuckles turning pale and cold.
Her raven-feather-like eyelashes fell across her face. She slowly lifted her eyelids and watched as her so-called 'friend' thoughtfully held an umbrella for her and opened the car door.
Fu Wenzhou only slowly looked away when the car had driven away and was completely out of sight.
Snowflakes drifted into the car from outside the window, bringing a chill.
Fu Wenzhou seemed oblivious, and only after a long while did he slowly close the car window, and the silver Maybach flew away like an arrow released from a bow.
He drove at top speed, recklessly.
There was a winding mountain road nearby, and when they came to a fork in the road, Fu Wenzhou turned the car directly onto it.
I drove around and around, speeding up to 300 km/h, the wind whistling in my ears like the howling of a vengeful ghost in the dark night.
He only slowed down and headed into the city when the clock struck 11.
When Song Qingyou arrived home, she heard noises coming from the kitchen.
She paused for a moment, then took off her scarf and walked over: "Why are you cooking so late? Haven't you eaten?"
Fu Wenzhou was picking vegetables with his back to her: "I'll make you winter melon porridge tomorrow morning, so you need to start cooking it tonight."
Song Qingyou had just returned from outside and was feeling cold. She walked behind Fu Wenzhou, hugged the man's waist, and pressed her whole body against his broad back.
Fu Wenzhou's body was very warm, and almost as soon as she touched him, she felt less cold.
Song Qingyou said softly, "Fu Wenzhou, you're so warm."
Fu Wenzhou's spine stiffened slightly for a moment. He wiped his hands clean with a towel, turned around, and hugged the person: "Did you enjoy the meal?"
Song Qingyou closed her eyes, enjoying the comfort of the human-shaped fireplace. "It's alright. What did you eat for dinner?"
When she speaks, if she drags out the last syllable, her tone becomes soft and gentle, with a touch of coquettish charm.
Fu Wenzhou buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, his voice hoarse: "You just ate a little something, you're so cold, go take a shower first, the water's already prepared for you."
Song Qingyou pinched his earlobe with her fingertips: "Why are you being so well-behaved today?"
“Sister.” Fu Wenzhou’s eyes were deep. “I tell you everything. Can you tell me everything too? I don’t mean to control you. I just want to know everything about you.”
Song Qingyou didn't understand why he suddenly brought this up, and asked somewhat inexplicably, "You want to know who I had dinner with today?"
Fu Wenzhou paused for a moment and then asked, "Is that alright?"
Song Qingyou nodded: "It was a friend of my grandfather's, who was like an uncle to me. He helped me a lot. His son recently returned from military service, so he invited me over for a meal."
After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh: "Fu Wenzhou, you sound like a lonely woman confined to her chambers."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
"I'm going to take a shower. Come over as soon as you're done, I'm cold." The weather is getting colder and colder, and Fu Wenzhou is more useful than the heating.
As Fu Wenzhou watched the figure disappear from sight, his palm slowly clenched.
No one knows how jealous he felt when he saw her with other men.
But he had to restrain his dark thoughts and suppress those shameful, morbid possessive desires little by little back into his bones.
He was afraid of scaring his pomelo.
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