Chapter 12 The man's presence is too strong!
Xia Mian could no longer look Fu Yanshen in the eye.
She lay in bed all night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Especially when I think of Fu Yanshen's long, straight legs encased in military trousers, and...
She shook her head.
No, no, don't think about it anymore!
She suddenly threw off the covers, sat up, let out a long breath, ruffled her hair, got out of bed, went to the balcony, and opened the window to get some fresh air.
As a result, when she glanced back unintentionally, she saw a man's figure, full of presence, in the shadows on the balcony next door.
Fu Yanshen lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it.
A faint smell of tobacco lingered in the air, and tiny sparks flickered on fingertips.
He doesn't smoke.
But tonight, for some reason, I want to use this tobacco scent to dispel the peach aroma that keeps lingering in my nostrils.
But the more he tried to dispel it, the stronger the smell seemed to become.
With his other hand, his slender fingers held a long strand of hair, and he stared at it intently with a dark, moist gaze.
He only realized what happened when he heard the sound of a window being opened in the next room; he instinctively clenched his hair.
He wanted to hide it away, not wanting anyone to see his damp thoughts.
Eagle-like eyes gazed at the owner of the hair, deep and unfathomable.
The slender girl wore a cartoon nightgown, and her pretty little face was delicate and charming.
Xia Mian stared in astonishment, her eyes widening as she met the man's cold, star-like gaze, which was fixed on her intently.
Fu Yanshen's tall figure stood there, much taller than her, silently looking down at her.
His eyes and brows revealed a strange restlessness and aloofness.
Xia Mian thought of how he suddenly left the study in anger during the day. Could it be that he was still angry with her?
She felt like a stone was lodged in her heart.
After hesitating for a moment, she spoke up, "Young Master Fu, haven't you rested yet?"
"Not sleepy." The man flicked his cigarette ash, his dark eyes narrowing as they lingered on her pink lips.
A night breeze swept by, carrying the white smoke away into the distance.
Through the layers of smoke, Xia Mian's eyes met those dark, inky pupils.
Her breath was momentarily taken away for two seconds, and her mind was in complete turmoil.
Does he really dislike her?
Xia Mian suddenly realized something: it was her grandmother who had forcibly brought her back, so he didn't want her to live here.
So you left the study without looking back during the day? You seemed quite angry.
She seems to be caught in an internal conflict.
"Um... Young Master Fu, I will move out as soon as possible."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Mian suddenly felt a chill.
A continuous stream of icy cold emanated from Fu Yanshen, like the coldest glacier in Antarctica.
Even his slightly narrowed dark eyes exuded a sense of awe.
Xia Mian lowered her head subconsciously, "After all... I'm just a stranger, I can't keep bothering you here."
Fu Yanshen closed his eyes, his voice cold and clear as if covered with a layer of frost.
"Are you going back?"
“No, I will never go back,” Xia Mian explained. “That home no longer has a place for me.”
"Then where are you going?" The man lowered his eyebrows slightly, exuding a chill that could freeze her to the bone.
"I..." Xia Mian bit her lip and lowered her head. She had to earn money as soon as possible to rent a house.
Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes and scrutinized her, "If you leave, Grandma will be very sad."
When Xia Mian looked up again, she saw the man's dark eyes fixed on her. Suddenly, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a question abruptly: "What kind of person do you like?"
Xia Mian stood there, stunned, frozen in place. What kind of person did she like? What did that mean?
Her red lips parted slightly, and she stammered, "What..."
The man glanced at her sideways, then turned and went back to his room.
After returning to his room, Fu Yanshen tucked the strand of hair into his notebook and put it in the drawer.
Even after taking five cold showers, my mood remained unchanged.
As soon as the rushing water stopped, Xia Mian's moist red lips and slender waist would automatically flash into his mind, making him breathe rapidly and gasp for air.
He stood under the rushing water, the icy water constantly washing over his body, and for the first time he felt the hardship.
We can't scare her; she's still too young.
He kept repeating that phrase, over and over again, brainwashing himself.
Separated by a wall.
Xia Mian tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. What exactly did Fu Yanshen ask?
What do you like?
I don't understand, couldn't this man just say things more clearly?
Why are you speaking so vaguely?
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Time to sleep.
But as soon as I close my eyes, the man's handsome face, so beautiful it seems unreal, appears in my mind's eye.
She sat up abruptly, angrily slapping the blanket. "Why are you so good-looking for no reason!"
Ugh! I can't sleep! I just can't sleep!
During the day, Madam Fu had a high-spec new computer installed in her room so that it would be more convenient for her.
She sat in front of the computer, and Fu Yanshen's words echoed in her ears again.
"Grandma will be very sad if you leave."
My hand holding the mouse paused.
Madam Fu treated her very, very well and loved her dearly.
I don't want to think about it anymore, I just want to make money.
After frantically creating three design drafts, she submitted them to Xuluo Jewelry, then, exhausted and yawning constantly, she collapsed into bed and fell asleep.
I slept until 11 a.m., then got up, took a quick shower, and went downstairs, but I didn't see Madam Fu.
The butler greeted her with a smile, "Good morning, Miss Xia!"
Xia Mian was a little embarrassed. "It's getting late, it's already eleven o'clock. Where's Grandma?"
"The old lady went grocery shopping with the kitchen maid. The two young masters will be back soon." After saying this, the butler continued to water the money tree with the spray bottle.
He seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly added, "Miss Xia, breakfast is warming up for you in the kitchen, go and eat."
Xia Mian was indeed a little hungry, so she turned and walked towards the kitchen.
A spoiled voice suddenly rang out from behind, "You're Xia Mian? The granddaughter Grandma brought back?"
Xia Mian turned around and saw a girl wearing a Chanel-style suit. The girl was very pretty and had a delicate, refined look.
She tossed her bag onto the sofa, sat down with her arms crossed, and stared at Xia Mian with undisguised eyes.
The words spoken were extremely blunt: "How come you're so beautiful? You look like a vixen."
A girl who can be so casual here and speak so arrogantly.
Besides Fu Yanshen's aunt's daughter and his cousin Zhao Baoqi, she couldn't think of anyone else!
"Hello, Miss Zhao Baoqi."
Zhao Baoqi's eyes widened suddenly as he stared at Xia Mian in disbelief. "You! You actually know my name!"
"I not only know Miss Zhao's name, but I also know that she is eighteen years old, three months older than me, and that she applied to Mingcheng University!"
Xia Mian found Zhao Baoqi's surprised expression somewhat amusing.
Zhao Baoqi looks like the kind of pampered young lady who was spoiled and pampered by her parents.
Zhao Baoqi was so angry upon hearing this that he stomped his feet!
Her tone was arrogant, "It seems Grandma told you, didn't she! Grandma went too far! She actually betrayed my past!"
"Zhao Baoqi, what are you yelling about!"
"I get annoyed just hearing your voice, get out of here!" A boy's voice was inexplicably irritable.
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