Chapter 77 Brother-in-law [VIP]
Fu Qingyan was probably really angry this time; the pressure on his hand was quite strong, and his fingertips sank into the soft flesh of her cheek.
Qingran tilted her head slightly, raised her hand and covered the hand that was pinching her cheek. She could feel the strong bones and veins under her fingers.
He stroked along the veins from the back of the hand to the fingers, gently separating the man's fingers one by one.
Is Mr. Fu angry?
A melodious, light voice escaped from her rosy lips.
Above him was a straight, delicate nose and beautiful phoenix eyes that were upturned and curved inwards, and his eyes were filled with the look of a man's rage.
The back of his hand seemed to still feel the lingering itch from being gently stroked, and Fu Qingyan stared at him with deep eyes.
"Shouldn't I be angry?"
"Shouldn't be like this~"
Qingran nodded solemnly, but her fingers secretly slipped into the man's sleeve below her gaze.
"When did Mr. Fu become so insecure? Is being Qingning's boyfriend the only thing that can attract me?"
He chuckled and said, "Can't I have come here just because you're Fu Qingyan?"
He did know long ago that Xi Qingning was his sister, and he also knew about Fu Qingyan's relationship with her, as early as when he first entered this world.
But how could he have approached him because of Xi Qingning?
The man stared at him without saying a word.
"Why isn't Mr. Fu saying anything? I didn't lie to you," Qingran said innocently, tilting her head.
Fu Qingyan scoffed: "Haven't you lied to me enough?"
He pulled out the hand that had slipped into his sleeve and clasped it behind his back, while his other hand reached behind him and searched until he found something he remembered.
It was a finger-width ribbon, dark blue, originally intended for use as a bow on gift bags.
At this moment, the ribbon was firmly tied to Qingran's hands. The dark ribbon contrasted sharply with her light skin, creating a beautiful effect.
"You dare to provoke me after making me angry? Do you think I have a good temper?"
The man's voice was deep as he gently stroked his bound wrists.
"Since my baby can't learn to behave, I can only use my own methods to make you behave better."
After saying that, he didn't look at the young man's possible gaze, turned around and got out of the car.
He cannot be soft-hearted.
No matter why Qingran approached him, it was absolutely impossible for him to let go.
Qingran watched as the man who got out of the car strode around the front of the car with his long legs. The low pressure emanating from him was just like the weather brewing with rain, heavy and suffocating.
He glanced down at his bound hands.
Even without using spiritual power or cultivation, this body, nourished by spiritual energy, is not incapable of breaking free.
At most, it will leave some traces.
But Qingran simply rotated her wrist, adjusted herself into a comfortable position, and leisurely leaned back in her seat.
The man who then walked to the passenger side opened the car door, pulled him out of the car, and then opened the back seat door.
She gestured with her chin, indicating, "Go inside."
Qingran turned to face the other person, her hands bound with ribbons in front of her, but her face showed no fear.
"What does Mr. Fu want to do?"
The man lowered his eyebrows, his thin lips curving slightly, and mouthed two words.
Qingran smiled and stepped back until her back slammed against the car door.
He replied with a smile and three words.
Here.
Fu Qingyan's first feeling was not physical excitement, but anger.
The more nonchalant and uninhibited Qingran appeared, the deeper the panic and emptiness he felt about not being able to grasp anyone became.
It's as if one second this person can be writhing and pleasuring him, and the next second they can disappear to a place he can't find.
Just like last time, the other party left without saying goodbye.
Has Qingran already decided to run away?
The man's eyes were terrifyingly deep. The rage within him was matched by a calm and collected demeanor on his face, with a faint smile playing on his lips.
He stepped forward, grabbed the young man's slender waist, pressed him against the car door, and whispered a question to him from behind.
"What are you up to, darling, hmm?"
Is he planning to have his fun and then run away? Where is he planning to run to this time? Does he no longer care about the Xi family he just reunited with?
A very faint clanging sound of metal belt buckles echoed in the air, sending a jolt of electricity through Qingran's scalp.
What idea? Since we're already here, how about we unlock some outdoor scenes while we're at it?
Fu Qingyan was driving a car with a high chassis today, and Qingran was lying on the car, her cheek pressed against the gap between the opening and closing of the car door.
At the end of his line of sight was a lush tree, which now appeared to be a banyan tree, with a thick and strong trunk and fine aerial roots hanging down from the branches and swaying gently in the wind.
"Mr. Fu is really bold."
"Ugh." A muffled groan escaped her throat. Qingran looked at the swaying air roots in the distance and said, seemingly in fear, "They'll be seen."
Fu Qingyan paused for a moment.
When they realized that the person's words and actions were inconsistent, and that their body was clearly cooperating, they were so angry that they laughed.
"You lied to me again?"
Qingran, lying on the car, laughed: "I don't understand what Mr. Fu is saying."
He struggled to move his hands from in front of him to the roof of the car, but the roof was smooth and flat, with nothing to grab onto.
Fu Qingyan viewed this struggle as resistance.
He pressed himself close to the person in front of him: "I'm doing what you said, so what are you afraid of?"
"You like to call me brother-in-law, so say it out loud."
"Brother-in-law~" Qingran called out in a trembling voice.
Fu Qingyan thought he would loathe this title, and he did indeed loathe it, but that couldn't hide the fact that he was still a little excited.
This is human nature, so ugly.
He was just the most despicable one of them.
"Baby..." The man closed his eyes and buried his face in the young man's neck, inhaling the scent that captivated him, forcing himself to speak.
What were you thinking when you first met me?
Is it about me, or about Xi Qingning?
Qingran pressed her face against the cold metal casing to cool it down, her exhaled breath creating a frosted, watery sheen on the black lacquer surface. She adjusted her breathing and said:
"I was thinking that this person is really handsome and looks like a gentleman."
Fu Qingyan smiled emotionlessly: "It's a pity I'm not."
Qingran replied, "I'm glad you're not."
He likes the restraint in people, but it seems nice to indulge occasionally?
The hands on the clock face went round and round, and the aerial roots of the banyan tree not far away never stopped moving.
Just as the hour hand on my watch pointed to 11 o'clock, the familiar vibration of my phone came through the car window from a corner inside the car.
A moment later, the wind stopped and the trees stopped, and the car door, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened.
The two, who had just been doing the most intimate and lewd things in the world, were now fully clothed.
If you didn't see one person's flushed face and the other's slightly rapid breathing, it would seem as if they had just been chatting intimately.
The whirring vibration stopped and started again. The two got into the car one after the other, Qingran in front and Fu Qingyan behind.
The man pulled his phone out from the gap in the passenger seat and answered the call: "Ms. Wen."
His tone was calm, revealing no sign of anything amiss.
Qingran tilted her head and looked at the man's profile as he answered the phone for a while.
With prominent brow ridges and a high, straight nose, he exudes a detached and aloof air.
Feeling a little itchy, he rolled over and knelt on the soft cushion, crawling closer step by step under the man's gaze, and then sat steadily on his lap.
His hands were still bound, and the skin beneath the ribbons was rubbed raw. He was now intimately wrapped around the man's neck, like a clingy little animal, showering the man's face and lips with kisses.
Do you remember what day it is today?
"Qingyan?"
The volume on the other end of the phone was increased slightly.
Fu Qingyan suddenly came to her senses: "Yes, I'm listening. Today is Grandpa's birthday, I remember."
He didn't stop the mischief on his body, or rather, he couldn't refuse.
With his left arm around the young man's lower back to prevent him from falling, he calmly answered Ms. Wen's question about why they hadn't seen anyone by noon.
"I have some unexpected situations to deal with."
"Is it important?"
"Very important."
“In that case, Mom trusts your judgment,” Ms. Wen said without pressing the issue, because, “It’s okay to be late at noon, but you absolutely cannot be late in the evening.”
Today is a workday, and everyone has to go to work, so the formal celebration was originally scheduled for the evening.
Fu Qingyan had planned to introduce Qingran to people beforehand, which is why he told Ms. Wen that he would be going over this morning.
Who knew...
"Don't worry, I won't be late."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Qingyan kissed the person who was causing trouble fiercely.
As Qingran struggled to breathe, she collapsed onto him.
The man held his supple waist with both hands, slowly adjusting his position while kissing his lips.
"Baby, don't even think about running away."
So Fu Qingyan's way of preventing him from escaping was to knock him unconscious? This was the last thought that flashed through Qingran's mind before he lost consciousness.
The navel orange flavor lasted for a full six hours, and even Qingran, with her cultivation, felt exhausted.
But seeing that the man seemed determined to keep him in a daze, he had no choice but to cooperate and fall asleep.
He truly let himself fall into a deep sleep, so he was unaware that Fu Qingyan had been staring at his sleeping face for a long time.
The man carefully cleaned him up, placed him on the reclined seat to rest, and then returned to the driver's seat.
He reached into the storage compartment and pulled out a pack of opened cigarettes.
For some reason, he put the cigarette case back and took out a candy from the storage compartment next to it.
It's an orange-flavored fruit candy.
The man, his expression unreadable, unwrapped the candy and popped it into his mouth. The sour taste made him close his eyes briefly, then he opened them, stared at the rearview mirror for a moment, and started the car to drive back.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the black car drove into Wenyuan.
Mr. Wen was a man with a refined taste for life. Because he loved the architecture of Jiangnan gardens, he emptied his savings and hired someone to build a garden after he retired.
The garden is certainly not as large as those famous gardens; it is rather small and exquisite, but it has been maintained and cleaned by dedicated staff.
Fu Qingyan entered the door without disturbing his maternal grandfather.
When asked about Uncle Fang, who was inspecting the lotus pond, it was learned that his mother and grandfather were appreciating calligraphy and paintings in the study. In addition, his uncle had also come home from get off work and went to the study as well. Then he went to the car, picked up Qingran, and went straight back to the room.
Fu Qingyan certainly had his own room in Wenyuan. When he was young, he was often kicked to stay here by Ms. Wen, who made the old man teach him calligraphy, ostensibly to temper his temperament.
Fu Qingyan did learn, and even learned quite well, but as for whether his personality was tempered...
The room, decorated in a modern Chinese style, is elegant and sophisticated.
Carefully placing the person in his arms onto the bed, Fu Qingyan went to the bathroom to fetch hot water to wipe the young man's body and covered him with a light blanket.
The person on the bed remained quiet the entire time. After opening one eye and seeing it was him, they were relieved and continued to sleep. At this moment, their breathing was even, and their face was pink from sleeping.
The man knelt by the bedside and gently brushed away the stray hairs that were covering his eyes, then lightly kissed his smooth forehead before going to the wardrobe to get some clothes and taking a shower.
It was almost six o'clock when I finished cleaning up and came out.
Seeing that Qingran was still asleep, Fu Qingyan reached out and brushed the wet hair that was obscuring his vision behind his head, and then stepped out of the room.
Outside the room, Ms. Wen, dressed in a fitted beige cheongsam, was looking for him.
"I heard from Uncle Fang that you brought people with you?" Ms. Wen asked bluntly.
Time seemed to have left few traces on her face; she had a gentle, beautiful face with smooth, firm skin, and Fu Qingyan's elegance was seven parts like hers.
Fu Qingyan had no intention of hiding anything when he brought his men. Hearing this, he nodded and promptly interrupted the other party's next question: "He's not feeling well and is still resting."
Ms. Wen gave him a deep look.
"Come out when you're done tidying up. Your grandfather's students are arriving soon. They are all well-known figures in the field of traditional Chinese studies. Come out and say hello. Don't be too impolite."
Fu Qingyan was used to his mother's way of speaking, so he nodded to indicate that he understood, and asked her, "Where is the hair dryer in your room?"
Ms. Wen answered in detail.
Fu Qingyan said, "I'll go out after I've dried my hair." After saying that, she walked towards Ms. Wen's bedroom.
Ms. Wen watched his figure walk away, then glanced at the closed door next to her, frowned, and turned away.
Qingran was completely unaware of everything happening in the outside world.
He slept very soundly and didn't wake up until after nine o'clock at night when his stomach started growling.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself sleeping in a completely unfamiliar room. I wasn't panicked, but I turned over and asked the system.
[Zero Zero, am I already at Mr. Wen's house?]
The system nodded: [This is Fu Qingyan's room.]
Qingran: [Where is he?]
[He's outside talking to his uncle.]
The system said somewhat regretfully, "[The celebration is over, and the students have already left.]"
[Fine, they can leave. I'm not interested in them anyway.]
Oh dear, it means the host missed the main event on their birthday! But the most important thing is for the host to get some rest, so it's okay if they missed it.
[By the way, Ms. Wen, Fu Qingyan's mother, also knows you're here, but she's unclear about your relationship and didn't ask any further questions.]
Qingran was curious about how Fu Qingyan planned to explain their relationship.
Based on his understanding of modern society, it is extremely open yet extremely conservative. The Wen family is a traditional scholarly family, so they would probably find it difficult to accept his relationship with Fu Qingyan.
He lay in bed thinking for a while, but his thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of hunger coming from his stomach.
Qingran threw off the covers and got up, immediately noticing her wrists, which were red, swollen, and peeling.
A faint bitter fragrance emanated from it, indicating that it had been carefully treated with medicine.
He looked down at himself.
After Fu Qingyan finished wiping his body, he didn't put on any clothes, so he was practically naked at this moment, and it was easy to see the dense hickeys from his ankles to his chest.
I looked at my neck through a water mirror, and there were some on my neck too.
The image of the man pressing down on him flashed into his mind unexpectedly, and he chuckled and commented, "Beast."
With so many traces, it was actually inconvenient for Qingran to use her spiritual power to remove them.
He went to the closet, pulled out a set of men's pajamas, put them on, dialed Fu Qingyan's number, and waited for the other end to answer.
"Where did you bring me?" he asked in a hoarse yet calm voice.
Across from him, Fu Qingyan said, "This is my maternal grandfather's house. Don't wander around. I'll be right there."
In the tea room, Fu Qingyan did not hang up the phone. He stood up, apologized, and left the room.
Ms. Wen frowned as she watched him leave. Thinking about what Uncle Fang had told her, she decided to get up and follow him.
It was late at night.
Far from the tea room where the conversation was in full swing, the garden was completely silent, with only the occasional chirping of crickets and croaking of frogs.
The warm light from the roadside lamps and overhead lanterns illuminated the dark night as Ms. Wen walked along the cobblestone path toward the backyard.
Outside the bedroom door, Qingran, who had come out to enjoy the night view, was being pinned against the wall and kissed.
The man's kiss was gentle and lingering, as if making up for the roughness of the afternoon, showing him extra tenderness.
Qingran was immersed in the kiss, which felt like soaking in a hot spring, with every pore opening up.
Suddenly, his spiritual senses detected someone approaching, and he struggled to push them away.
We've already given people a good shock, so let's not push the difficulty level up for now.
However, Fu Qingyan held his hand without moving, and even remembered that his wrist was injured, so he was holding his forearm below his wrist.
As a result, the wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a ring of bright, glaring marks left by the violence.
"..."
"Fu Qingyan!" The woman's angry voice boomed like thunder in their ears.
A note from the author:
Thanks for the lightning strike, thanks for the watering, chirp!
In the middle of the night, the Koi Fairy threw a landmine.
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