The next morning, when Song Qingyou woke up, there was no one beside her.
The bedroom door wasn't closed properly, and you could faintly hear the sounds of knives and cutting boards being used in the kitchen.
She couldn't help but smile, and finished washing up twice as fast as usual before going to find Fu Wenzhou.
The pink apron the man was wearing was one she had bought on a whim at the supermarket, thinking she could support herself with her own hands. However, after trying to cook a meal according to a recipe, she found it hard to swallow.
From then on, Song Qingyou finally realized that there are some things that you may not be able to learn no matter how hard you try.
But Fu Wenzhou is different. He seems to be born with a knack for everything. He's good-looking and a good cook, except for his slightly bad temper.
Someone with a slightly bad temper was bending over patiently arranging the fruit plate when they heard the noise.
Song Qingyou walked behind him, reached out and hugged the man's lean waist, resting her head on his strong back.
Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up: "Fu Wenzhou, I'm hungry."
Fu Wenzhou's back trembled slightly because of her sudden closeness. He was annoyed at his own lack of self-control and thought to himself in despair that he had no self-control at all with Song Qingyou anyway.
He turned around, his hands still wet, and didn't touch her, but his lips lightly brushed against hers. They were so soft that Fu Wenzhou couldn't resist licking them with the tip of his tongue.
Song Qingyou's lips were wet and itchy, and her eyes widened a little. "If you want to kiss me, then kiss me. Why are you licking me?"
Fu Wenzhou snorted, lowered his head and repeated the action, saying smugly, "You're completely mine, can't I lick you once?"
Song Qingyou pursed her lips, momentarily unable to think of a word to refute him.
Seeing her blushing and embarrassed, Fu Wenzhou's mischievousness was finally satisfied. He lowered his voice, almost like coaxing her, "The porridge will be ready in five minutes. Go sit down in the living room first."
Song Qingyou slightly pursed her lips: "Oh."
Even she herself didn't realize that she was different in front of Fu Wenzhou than she usually was.
She has some subtle quirks and habits that are hard to detect, like the way lovers act coquettishly.
Gu Bai once said that Fu Wenzhou had masochistic tendencies, always trying to please Song Qingyou, and if he upset her, he would get criticized.
Fu Wenzhou replied with great pride and smugness, "You fucking know nothing. You just haven't had the chance to see how good my Youyou is."
When Fu Tingshen and his gang bullied him, saying he had no parents, Song Qingyou would shield him with her small frame. She would diligently tutor him because he failed Chinese, only to cry when he failed again the next time. When his grandfather pressured him to join the army, and everyone disregarded his preferences and tried to persuade him to pursue a political career, she would tell him that passion is more important than suitability.
She would have the maid hand him an umbrella when she turned around in the pouring rain, she would bring him medicine and take him home when he was drunk, and she would tolerate and indulge him in his endless harassment.
From the initial joy of meeting in our youth to the deep affection that has grown over the years.
What could Gu Bai and the others possibly understand about Song Qingyou's good qualities?
Fu Wenzhou forgave her back when she turned away from him when he personally trampled on her dignity and knelt down to beg for forgiveness when she was 18.
Or rather, he never complained that she had given up on him.
Instead, she had actually forgotten him.
How could I forget? He clearly told her before he recovered from his injuries and went abroad that he would come back to find her.
It's only been a few short years, how could you forget?
Upon learning that she was going to marry Fu Tingshen, he abandoned his studies and rushed back from abroad overnight. He knelt on the ground and begged her not to marry him, asking her to give him two years. He said that in just two years he could bring Fu Tingshen down from the Fu family, and then he would become the marriage partner.
Song Qingyou didn't wait.
For the next three years, Fu Wenzhou was like a fierce lone wolf. He took control of the Fu family at the age of twenty. He was ruthless and had a reputation for being crazy. No one dared to offend him.
Under such overwhelming growth, his temper worsened and his personality became more and more eccentric.
He used every means to force Song Qingyou to divorce Fu Wenzhou, but he couldn't bear to really do anything to her. Last year, he bought an island and found a professional management team to manage Fu's Group and SY.
They planned to kidnap Song Qingyou to that island, so she could spend the rest of her life with him and never go anywhere else.
At the last moment, he gave up.
Because he found that he couldn't bear to see Song Qingyou cry.
She was so upset by just a kiss that she cried, coughing and wheezing. What if they forcibly take her to that island and she cries every day?
The island plan didn't come to fruition, but Fu Wenzhou figured out a better way.
Song Qingyou is most afraid of the kind of persistent and clingy tactics.
Fu Wenzhou was like he had discovered a new continent. He pestered her all day long, coming to her room whenever he had a chance to kiss and hug her. He loved seeing her angry yet helpless expression.
She's so spoiled.
In the daily entanglement, his possessiveness towards Song Qingyou became more and more intense. He would get furious if she said even a single extra word to Fu Tingshen.
So he instigated Zhouzhou every day, causing her to scratch Fu Tingshen with her claws whenever she saw him.
Fu Tingshen's visits decreased from infrequent to nonexistent.
Fu Wenzhou was very satisfied with this and intensified his efforts to get closer to Song Qingyou.
He knows she's annoyed with him, but so what?
Even the most virtuous woman is afraid of a persistent suitor.
He refused to believe that Song Qingyou wouldn't be moved at all.
Fu Wenzhou loved Song Qingyou with his life; if she didn't want him, then he wouldn't want himself either.
Thankfully, she took it.
Fu Wenzhou's fingertips trembled slightly as he scooped the porridge, spilling some and burning the back of his hand, which immediately turned red. He frowned and wiped it clean with a kitchen paper towel.
He carried the porridge to Song Qingyou's side and fed her with a spoon.
Song Qingyou glanced down at her bandaged palm, then reached out and took the bowl from her: "I didn't break an arm or hand, I don't need you to... What happened to the back of your hand?"
She changed the subject, her tone becoming more stern.
Fu Wenzhou glanced at him sideways, not taking it seriously: "You got burned when you were serving the porridge. Try it and see how it tastes today. I put some medicinal herbs in it."
Song Qingyou put down the porridge with a cold face, went to the room to find burn ointment and applied it to him.
The cool touch relieved the burning sensation. In fact, it had only burned a patch of skin, without even forming a blister. Fu Wenzhou used to have wounds all over his body from fighting in underground boxing matches, so he didn't care about minor injuries like those from yesterday and today.
But seeing Song Qingyou's unhappy expression because of worry, he felt inexplicably happy. A roguish smile crept onto his lips as he stared at her intently.
"Youyou," Fu Wenzhou asked, "when did you start liking me?"
Song Qingyou paused, glanced at him, and slowly said, "I forgot."
Fu Wenzhou frowned unhappily: "How could you forget this? Do you not like me at all? Were all those words you said before just to fool me?"
Song Qingyou: "..."
This person is really... as naive as ever.
Seeing the man's face growing increasingly dark, Song Qingyou had no choice but to say, "I've never liked anyone before, but you're special to me, so I think I must like you."
What kind of answer is this? Fu Wenzhou's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and a sense of crisis suddenly arose.
His eyes gleamed, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Explain yourself clearly, what does 'should' mean?"
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