Chapter 121 The Silent Husband
Even after showering, the man's shoulders and back still retained the stiffness and slight tension from his work.
At this moment, he and Ruan Yi were nestled on the sofa, letting the warmth and softness in his arms press down on him tightly.
The man's fingertips traced the smooth skin on her waist, his calloused palms seeming to absorb something with every inch of caress.
NovaVoy's situation this time can be described as full of tricky and difficult loopholes, forcing Fu Jingchen to throw himself into his work.
In order to find a little time to send a message to Ruan Yi, he used all his meager free time at the company.
The man was inhaling deeply the fragrance from her hair, slowly channeling the energy he had expended back into every organ of her body.
Fu Jingchen tilted his head and planted a light kiss on her cheek, from her temple to her earlobe. His breath was filled with her scent, as if he had found his own personal charging station.
Those large hands gradually became unruly, causing a slight tremor as they crossed the soft waistline.
He should have received a gentle push or a reproach from Ruan Yi, but instead, the girl buried herself even deeper into his chest.
And soft little humming sounds.
Fu Jingchen paused for a moment.
"She was so well-behaved today."
He was as docile as a cat with its claws tucked in, even when his fingertips brushed against her tender skin.
She just curled her toes.
Her eyelashes brushed against his collarbone, with an overly indulgent air, which was so unlike her.
The man stopped what he was doing, his voice deep and hoarse.
"Why is Xiaoyi being so well-behaved today?"
The person in his arms visibly stiffened, and after a long while, let out a muffled laugh, his voice weak and unsteady.
"Haha...I...I've always been like this, haven't I?"
Fu Jingchen didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gently brushed her chin with the back of his fingers, with undeniable force, yet released very slowly.
"Xiaoyi, can you look up?"
Ruan Yi hesitated and raised her face, meeting his unfathomable eyes. His gaze was so deep that it seemed to penetrate all her guilty conscience.
Ruan Yi's heart pounded, a heat rose on the back of her neck, and her breathing became erratic.
The man's thumb gently brushed against her slightly parted lips, the calloused touch making her subconsciously purse her lips, but he used his fingertip to pry them open.
"Ugh..." Ruan Yi subconsciously tried to dodge, but he pressed down on the back of her neck with his other hand, making her unable to move.
The cool fingertips probed into the mouth.
It gently hooked the tongue, slowly pulling it with an irresistible force.
The touch wasn't exactly gentle; it even carried a hint of rough handling, yet it made her weak all over, leaving her no choice but to endure this coercive intimacy.
As their breaths mingled, she tasted the faint scent of tobacco on his fingertips, mixed with his body fragrance, making her senses burn intensely.
Fu Jingchen doesn't smoke, and aside from unavoidable social engagements, it seems he was indeed very busy today.
"There's a little rascal..."
"He's lying."
Ruan Yi blinked nervously, her eyelashes brushing against his wrist, and in the end, she could only gently bite her well-defined fingers.
Everything turned into silent indulgence and pleas for mercy.
The man looked at her reddened eyes, his emotions growing increasingly obscure, but his fingertips lingered on her soft tongue.
His dark gaze fell on her neck, and he suddenly froze, his suspicions confirmed.
There was a faint red mark, covered by the fresh scent of ointment, but it couldn't completely conceal the shape of the edges.
The ointment had a very faint smell, perhaps some kind of repairing and soothing gel, but it was clear that the girl only had minor bruises.
He was away for less than two days because he was busy.
The marks were faint and faded quickly, not like they had been treated roughly.
If the marks are messy and violent, they will leave deeper bruises or glaring marks of struggle.
But this part seems to have been left behind with great care and has been taken care of even more carefully.
It was so gentle that it faded like this in just two days.
My heart felt like it was being slowly sliced open; a sour feeling mixed with sharp pain spread through my veins to my limbs, making even breathing difficult.
Fu Jingchen parted his lips slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just pursed his lips and swallowed back the words that were about to come to his tongue.
His fingertip hovered above the mark, not daring to touch it again.
Ruan Yi noticed his stiffness and looked up to see him with his eyes downcast.
Fu Jingchen stared at that spot of skin, his aura as low as a deep pool, silent to the point of loneliness.
Suddenly, I realized that the man at this moment...
He looks just like the "silent husband" in the film.
The husband, who had been wronged but refused to speak out, suppressed all his surging emotions in silence.
He carried that heavy burden alone, a burden that was hard to define as either resentment or pain.
Ruan Yi's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition crept up her spine.
Fu Jingchen definitely noticed.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when it became a jumbled mess.
What should I say if he asks?!
How did Gu Zhi sneak into her bed?
Or did she already hurl all the harsh words at him, at least managing to make him cry and slightly regain some ground?
Or perhaps... she was also gritting her teeth and repeatedly reminding herself that she now had a boyfriend?
Every thought she uttered sounded rather unpleasant, making her sound like a lunatic.
Ruan Yi secretly glanced at him. Fu Jingchen was still in the same position, his profile was taut, and the curve of his jawline was restrained to the point of being suppressed.
Time seemed to stretch out, each second passing exceptionally slowly. She waited and waited, anticipating the questioning and estrangement.
Even a fit of rage did not arise.
The only sound in the air was their shallow breathing, until a deep, muffled sigh escaped from the man's throat.
That sigh carried so much, like a pain weighing a thousand pounds, so heavy it made one's heart ache, and even the air seemed to be tainted with bitterness.
Then he spoke.
"Xiaoyi, promise me, no matter what happens..."
"Please don't leave me, okay?"
The voice was terribly hoarse, yet so soft it was as if afraid of disturbing something.
Ruan Yi was stunned. Her heart felt like it had been hit hard by something. Besides the sour feeling, she was shocked.
Fu Jingchen is very intelligent.
With such a meticulous mind, how could he not notice something was wrong, as he could catch even the slightest clue?
But he didn't press for answers, didn't get angry, and didn't even show the slightest bit of blame.
Or rather... he didn't dare?
He said this one sentence in an almost pleading tone.
It was as if they were enduring something, or even... tacitly acquiescing.
This outrageous and bizarre understanding made Ruan Yi's heart tremble, and a feeling of absurdity and heartache welled up inside her.
Why would the person in front of me have such an expression?
He was afraid.
The thought clearly emerged.
He was afraid that if he revealed something, the girl would no longer want to be his lover.
This tacit approval, concealing a pathetic indulgence, gently pierced her heart, bringing with it a dense, persistent heartache.
She would rather Fu Jingchen get angry and question her, or even make some ridiculous demands, she would grit her teeth and bear it.
But Fu Jingchen did not. He only tried to get her most solemn promise, and then suppressed everything in his heart.
Ruan Yi's gaze was somewhat unfocused, and Fu Wang's words suddenly popped into her mind, floating around in front of her.
She's a bad woman, truly a bad woman.
She subconsciously admitted it, but then stubbornly tried to refute it.
But at this moment, she realized with absolute clarity that perhaps it really was true.
A broken relationship, like unfolded fragments, each piece connected to different parts, is nothing to her, as easy as liking a cat or dog.
She felt sorry for Fu Wang, who was deprived of his original promise, and she remembered the brokenness in Gu Zhi's eyes when she called him a "gigolo".
Seeing Fu Jingchen's restrained and suppressed appearance, as if he might suffocate at any moment, her heartache was just as genuine.
Is this ability to empathize a gift or a disease?
Ruan Yi gave a self-deprecating smile; it seemed she had no right to say others were abnormal.
Perhaps it was destined that they would all come together; only a group of "abnormal" people, each with their own secrets, could make their lives so entangled.
The man's emotions were the complete opposite of what was emanating from his chest; the almost distorted repression made the atmosphere somewhat eerie.
If things aren't explained clearly in this environment, Fu Jingchen will probably go crazy one day.
Ruan Yi didn't say anything more, but simply raised her hand, her fingertips eager, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
The next second, her hand covered it.
With my palm pressed against the man's warm skin, I could clearly feel the smooth, firm lines from his shoulders to his back and then to his waist.
Every muscle in his body contained a restrained strength, which tightened slightly under her touch.
Ruan Yi's movements were not gentle, not even a light touch; they were carried with a frank and self-righteous air.
"So, do you want to punish the little rascal?"
The girl's voice was soft, yet it was like a heavy object thrown into a deep pool, instantly disrupting the silence in the man's eyes.
"You can do whatever you want."
The man, who was still immersed in excruciating pain a moment ago, suddenly had his pupils contract, and a dark light surged in his eyes.
She always managed to stir up all his emotions so easily.
Make him feel pain, make him panic, and in an instant, ignite the most primal desires in his bones, making his blood surge wildly in his veins.
The man's knuckles turned white as he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Does Xiaoyi know what she's saying?"
Ruan Yi didn't answer, but leaned closer, her fingertips reaching his waist, pulling him down with an irresistible force.
Amidst the soft rustling of fabric, she looked up at him and interrupted him before he could finish speaking.
"This time, no matter how much I complain..."
"Don't stop, I told you."
The man's eyes were terrifyingly dark.
Fu Jingchen was about to speak when he asked Ruan Yi to get the unopened plastic box that he had prepared on the bedside table on her first day at the house.
He has prepared plenty; it should be enough.
Before he could even get up, his fingertips were still around the girl's waist, when he was suddenly pushed back down by a force.
The girl's kiss came suddenly and fiercely, clumsily and recklessly, with a slight pain when their lips and teeth touched.
Like a kitten eager to prove its hunting prowess, she pressed herself against him with all her might, trying to mask her inner turmoil with such intensity.
But this initiative didn't last more than a few seconds.
The man let out a low breath, then grabbed the back of her neck with his other hand, easily stabilizing her out-of-control rhythm.
The force that Ruan Yi had been suppressing instantly reversed, and his kiss pressed down with an irresistible aggressiveness, lingering and caressing.
He easily pried open her lips and teeth, completely swallowing up her feigned strength.
Ruan Yi was pressed down onto the soft sofa by him, the sensation from her back contrasting sharply with the burning heat of his body in front of her.
He could only endure the deep kiss, which carried a punitive connotation, and even his breathing was firmly controlled by him.
That bit of initiative he had just shown vanished completely the moment he got a little serious.
"I will apologize to Xiaoyi again tomorrow."
He disagreed with turning off the lights.
He insisted on watching every expression on Ruan Yi's face.
Watch her every reaction, which was out of control.
They even insisted on looking in the mirror.
It's like some kind of checkpoint, deliberately marking every corner of the room.
"This time, Xiaoyi can answer with her true feelings."
That ability that was once ridiculed by other men.
"Am I capable?"
She just felt it was too much, too fierce, and too long.
"Okay...okay! It's me, it's me who can't do it anymore!"
"Xiao Yi can only do this now..."
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