Chapter 51 Chapter 51 What is regret?
Chen Louchen's fingers were still gripping Fu Xu's wrist, the warmth of his palm seeping into his skin through his thin cotton pajamas. He paused noticeably at the word "regret," his golden pupils shrinking slightly like the surface of a lake rippling in the wind. He tilted his head, his hair sliding down to cover half his eye. His tone was filled with childish confusion, his fingertips unconsciously brushing the back of Fu Xu's hand. "What is regret?"
Fu Xu looked at the pure confusion in his eyes, and his heart felt like it was being soaked in warm water, sore and soft. He gently pulled away the hand and stroked Chen Louchen's hair instead, his fingertips rolling over the soft curve of the hair. His voice was as light as a feather, "What would be even sadder than that? Waiting for you to wake up and find out that I'm the kind of low-quality omega you hate the most, you'll feel that everything now is wrong."
"Wrong?" Chen Louchen repeated the word, his brows knitted into small pimples. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, like a child who had found the answer. He leaned in very close, his nose almost touching Fu Xu's cheek, his breath still carrying the scent of pheromones. "My omega dad said that husband and wife cannot regret their relationship." As he spoke, he reached out to wrap his arms around Fu Xu's waist and buried his face in the other's warm chest. His voice was muffled: "I married you, you are my wife, I have to support you, how can it be wrong?"
Fu Xu's chest felt hot from his breath, and his fingertips could feel the delicate skin on the back of Chen Louchen's neck. He raised his hands and hugged the boy's solid back, his voice trembling: "But we are different. We are not together because we like each other. I just happened to be here, and you just happened to need someone to take care of you. When you get better, you will meet an omega better than me."
"No way!" Chen Louchen suddenly looked up, his golden eyes misted with moisture, yet a stubborn light shone through them. He reached out and pinched Fu Xu's chin, neither lightly nor hard, making Fu Xu hiss softly. He immediately let go and carefully rubbed the spot he had pinched with his fingertips. His tone was as soft as melting candy: "You're the best."
Fu Xu turned away, not daring to look at his serious expression, fearing that she would be unable to resist nodding in agreement to this brief sweetness: "Mr. Shen, no," his voice was choked with an imperceptible sob, "It's good enough now."
That’s great. Don’t be greedy anymore.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Louchen let go of his hand, turned around abruptly and lay down with his back to him. The quilt was torn into a mess by him, leaving only a smooth line of his spine, his shoulders slightly slumped, and the hair on the back of his neck sticking up. Fu Xu could hear him muttering softly: "No... You don't want to be with me..."
Fu Xu looked at that stubborn figure, his heart softened. He hesitantly moved closer and lightly touched Shen Louchen's arm with his fingertips, but the other party shrank back into the quilt, hiding even his fingertips. Fu Xu moved forward again, with his cheek almost touching his back, and coaxed him softly: "Mr. Shen, it's not that I don't like you, I'm just afraid that you will feel wronged when you think about this in the future."
Chen Louchen still didn't move, perhaps it was a subconscious habit, his fingertips slowly and lightly hooked in the quilt.
Fu Xu sighed and reached out to touch his hair. Her fingertips passed through the soft hair and touched his slightly cool earlobe. "Don't be angry, okay?"
Chen Louchen's ears trembled slightly, but he still didn't turn around. Fu Xu bit his lip, mustered up the courage to move forward, and kissed him lightly on the back of his neck.
It was very light, like a feather brushing past, carrying the faint scent of his pheromones.
Chen Louchen's body froze instantly, then he slowly turned around, his golden eyes still misty, but shining like falling stars. He reached out and grabbed Fu Xu's wrist, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tightly. He rubbed his head against her shoulder and said in a soft, sticky voice, "Kiss here."
Fu Xu's cheeks turned red instantly, like clouds dyed by the setting sun. He hesitated for a moment, then turned his face slightly and gently touched Shen Louchen's cheek.
Chen Louchen smiled immediately, his lips curled into a smile, revealing a few sharp fangs. He hugged Fu Xu like a child who had received candy, buried his face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice: "Sleep."
Fu Xu hummed softly, raised his hands and hugged his back, feeling the steady breathing and warm body temperature of the person in his arms, but a hint of bitterness rose in his heart.
This kind of warmth is stolen after all.
The days passed like cotton soaked in warm water, soft and fluffy for half a month.
Fu Xu's college entrance examination is getting closer and closer. Every day when he comes home from school, he will always hear Ashan's voice calling from the entrance.
The Bernese Mountain cat has grown up, shedding its previous thinness and growing thick, long black fur. Its chest and paws are snow-white, like a small black and white cloak. Its brown eyes are like almonds dipped in honey, gentle and lively.
As soon as Fu Xu entered the door, Ashan would run over with his tail wagging, rub his head against his trouser leg, and make a "woohoo" sound in his throat to show his affection.
As for Chen Louchen, he would always wear loose light gray home clothes, sit cross-legged on the carpet, holding a beef stick in his hand, and deliberately dangle it in front of Ashan. When he saw Fu Xu coming back, he would snort in dissatisfaction, throw the beef stick to Ashan, then stand up and walk to Fu Xu, put his arms around his waist, bury his face in the crook of his neck, and say in a muffled voice: "You're back, I'm hungry."
Fu Xuhui smiled and patted his back: "Wait for me to finish my homework first, and then I'll cook for you when I'm done, okay?"
Chen Louchen would nod and follow him to the desk like a little tail. He would either lie on the desk with his head resting on his arm, watching Fu Xu write, with the sunlight pouring in through the window, falling on his thick eyelashes and casting a faint shadow; or he would turn back into a little tiger the size of a cat, curled up at the corner of Fu Xu's desk, and gently sweep his tail across his ankles, feeling warm and itchy.
Fu Xu gradually caught up with his studies. He used the breaks and evenings to make up for the knowledge points he had missed. His notebook was filled with densely packed formulas and annotations.
Gu Wangyan called him several times, his tone teasing: "What are you trying to achieve? The Shen family has plenty of money. With just a word from Chen Louchen, you can get into the best university in the capital. Is there any need to compete with me?"
Fu Xu held the phone, looking at the little tiger curled up on the corner of the table, and said in a light but firm voice: "Brother Yan, it's different."
Gu Wangyan sighed on the other end of the phone: "You are just too stubborn."
Fu Xu smiled and said, "Thank you, brother." After hanging up the phone, the little tiger on the corner of the table raised its head, looked at him with golden eyes, and gently hooked its tail around his finger, as if to comfort him. Fu Xu reached out and touched its head, and whispered, "I'm fine."
On a weekend afternoon, Fu Xu was sitting at the desk in the living room doing mock tests, while Chen Louchen was leaning on the sofa, holding Ashan's rubber toy in his hand, tossing it intermittently.
Ashan squatted in front of him, wagging his tail like a small motor. He jumped up from time to time to try to grab it, but Chen Louchen gently held his head down.
Fu Xu finished the last question, closed his notebook, and looked at the man and the dog having fun. Suddenly, he remembered the part-time job. He hesitated for a moment, walked to the sofa, and gently pushed Shen Louchen's arm: "Mr. Shen, let me tell you something."
Chen Louchen turned around, his golden eyes full of confusion. He reached out and grabbed Fu Xu's hand, rubbing it against his cheek: "What's the matter?"
"I want to do some part-time jobs after I go to college," Fu Xu said softly, "I can't always rely on the Shen family's money."
Chen Louchen's eyes cleared instantly. He frowned and sat up straight, looking at Fu Xu with a somewhat anxious tone: "Why do you want to do a part-time job? I have money, I'll give it to you." As he spoke, he was about to take the black card from the drawer of the coffee table.
The card has been there since Fu Xu received it last time, and Fu Xu has never touched it.
"I don't want it," Fu Xu quickly held his hand, his fingertips touching the other's warm palm, "Mr. Shen, this money is yours. I can't keep using it. When you get better, I will pay it back. The less I can use, the better."
"What are you paying back?" Chen Louchen was even more confused. He grabbed Fu Xu's hand, gently rolling his fingertips across her knuckles. His tone was a little aggrieved. "You're my wife. My money is yours. Why are you paying it back? Don't you want to be with me anymore?"
Fu Xu looked at his nervous expression, feeling warm and helpless. No matter how he explained, Chen Louchen would not listen, and only felt that he wanted to leave. Finally, Fu Xu had no choice but to move closer to him, and said in a soft voice with a hint of coquettishness: "Hubby, it's not that I don't want to be with you, I just want to try it myself, just let me go, okay?"
As soon as the word "husband" came out, Chen Louchen's ears instantly turned red, as if they were stained with rouge. His body stiffened for a moment, and then he slowly turned his face away. His tone was still a little hard, but not as firm: "...Okay then."
Fu Xu smiled immediately. He reached out and hugged Shen Louchen's neck, kissing him on the cheek: "I see. Thank you, husband."
Chen Louchen's cheeks also turned red. He reached out to hug Fu Xu, buried his face in his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "You're welcome."
These days, they really act like an ordinary couple. They wake up together in the morning, Fu Xu makes breakfast, and Chen Louchen sits at the dining table and watches; in the evening, Fu Xu does his homework, and Chen Louchen accompanies him; on weekends, they take A Shan for a walk together, and the sunset stretches the shadows of the two people and the dog very long.
Fu Xu sometimes couldn't help but think, if only it could go on like this forever, but he knew in his heart that this was only temporary, and Mr. Shen would always return to normal and become the cold and icy president of the Shen Group, and then they would return to their respective worlds.
That afternoon, Fu Xu was doing his homework in his room when his cell phone suddenly rang. It was Lin Yunzhou calling. His heart tightened and he hurried to the corridor to answer the phone. He lowered his voice and said, "Doctor Lin."
"Fu Xu, how is Lou Chen doing lately? Is there anything unusual?" Lin Yunzhou's voice sounded a little serious over the phone. "I have something to deal with here. If the situation is not good, I will go over to check on him next week."
Fu Xu glanced in the direction of the room where Chen Louchen was playing with Ashan. He said softly, "Nothing unusual for now."
"Okay," Lin Yunzhou said, "Be careful. If anything seems wrong with Lou Chen, feel free to call me."
Fu Xu hung up the phone, leaned against the wall and sighed softly. He knew that Lin Yunzhou was doing this for Chen Louchen's own good, but he was also a little afraid that this peace would be broken.
When going to bed at night, Chen Louchen hugged Fu Xu tightly as usual, buried his face in his chest, and breathed steadily. Fu Xu patted his back gently, feeling the body temperature of the person in his arms, and slowly fell asleep.
An unknown amount of time had passed before Fu Xu felt the arm holding him suddenly stiffen. He opened his eyes dazedly and was about to ask if he was having a nightmare when he felt Chen Louchen's breathing deepen. The strength of the hand on his waist quietly changed. It was no longer the dependence as before, but a restrained tightening.
Fu Xu looked up in confusion and met Chen Louchen's open eyes.
Those were a pair of golden eyes, no longer the innocent and soft ones from before, but with a deep clarity. Complex emotions were deposited in the depths of the eyes.
Fu Xu's heart skipped a beat and his body froze instantly.
Chen Louchen looked at him with clear eyes, without any confusion.
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