Chapter 268 The Most Beautiful Expectation, She Climbed Up Like an Octopus
Fu Lichen's originally gloomy mood turned into heartache after seeing that Xia Mian hadn't eaten dinner yet.
He walked over and sat down next to Xia Mian. "Eat quickly, would you like some more soup?"
"No need..." Xia Mian shook her head.
Fu Lichen thought to himself, "So Mianmian really is busy with school matters."
She did not intentionally break her promise.
His gloomy mood, which had lasted all night, suddenly brightened.
She immediately transformed into a doting father, gently saying, "Mianmian, no matter how busy you are at school, you can't be so busy that you don't even have time for dinner!"
"Next time, if you get out of school late again, call me and I'll pick you up."
"Yes... I haven't picked you up from school yet."
A tender look appeared in Fu Li's eyes, tinged with a hint of inexplicable expectation. "Mianmian, shall I take you to school tomorrow morning?"
Xia Mian instinctively wanted to answer that Fu Yanshen would take her tomorrow morning.
But when she met Fu Lichen's gaze, she swallowed those words.
She glanced at Fu Yanshen again, but he just looked at her with doting eyes and didn't say anything.
Xia Mian ate another wonton. "Great! My car hasn't come back yet."
Fu Lichen hesitated for a moment, then reached out and patted Xia Mian's head. "Then I'll go back first."
He did not live in the main villa.
"Good night." Xia Mian watched his figure disappear into the distance.
“Uncle should be trying to be a good father.” Fu Yanshen remained silent, simply watching the interaction between Fu Lichen and Xia Mian.
Xia Mian's cheeks flushed slightly. She didn't know why, but when she spoke to Fu Lichen, her heart trembled. She was a little nervous.
She didn't know why either.
She always felt that she wasn't quite natural when talking to Fu Lichen or when making eye contact.
She whispered, "I don't feel quite used to suddenly having a handsome young father."
"You'll get along better if you communicate and spend more time with your uncle." Fu Yanshen took her hand and kissed it lightly. "Your uncle definitely wants to be close to you!"
Xia Mian lowered her head and thought about it. It seemed so... Ever since she learned about her background, she had never called Fu Lichen "father".
She couldn't bring herself to say it.
I felt incredibly embarrassed.
Fu Lichen didn't pressure her; he kept trying his best to get closer to her.
Xia Mian felt that she couldn't be too passive or too rigid.
After all, he really is my father, not a fake one!
If other people knew they had such a handsome and elegant father, they would be so envious!
Thinking about it, she instantly felt relieved.
"You're right, we should spend more time together."
Fu Yanshen smiled elegantly, "Your uncle has been single for so many years, he must really like you. Mianmian, I believe that as long as you open your heart and accept him, he will definitely be a good father."
Xia Mian hugged his arm, tilted her head up to look at him, and asked, "Have you noticed something?"
"What?" Fu Yanshen lowered his head.
"You seem like a guiding lover! The guiding vibe is too strong!" Xia Mian playfully kissed his cheek. "Here's a kiss for you."
Fu Yanshen put his hand on her shoulder, "You naughty girl!"
Back in her room, Xia Mian quickly washed up and then lay down on the bed.
However, when Fu Yanshen came out after taking a shower, Xia Mian was already drowsy and about to fall asleep.
The moment the man touched the bed and lay down beside her, she felt a familiar, chilling aura wash over her.
She instinctively and habitually snuggled into his arms.
The moment she wrapped her arms around his waist and her fingertips touched his firm, muscular skin.
Her consciousness gradually returned, and a strange wave crashed against her brain, making her feel a little dizzy.
In particular, the scent of shower gel mixed with Fu Yanshen's body felt like an invisible drug, burning away all her reason.
She flipped over like an octopus and climbed onto him.
"elder brother……"
She murmured, her eyes were hazy, and a blush crept onto her face.
"I feel terrible..."
Fu Yanshen looked at Xia Mian with heartache, and he held her tightly in his arms.
"Mianmian, if you keep going like this..."
He wanted to persuade her, but he knew all too well that a girl who had been poisoned by the Seven-Day Laughing Technique would never listen to him.
If she could control it, she would have done so long ago.
Finally, he sighed heavily, cupped her small face in his hands, and kissed her.
Xia Mian finally fell into a deep sleep just before dawn.
After she fell asleep, Fu Yanshen couldn't sleep at all, thinking about how her poison was getting worse and worse, and how her rational moments were getting shorter and shorter.
He felt a sharp, painful ache in his heart, as if he were being frantically scratched by a cat.
He heard his phone vibrate, grabbed it, and went out of the room.
"Hello."
"Sir, our informant reports that Jin Liu's men are preparing to make a transaction at the West Suburbs Wharf!"
Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes. "Send someone to keep a close watch. Gather all the team members. Don't alert them. I'll set off immediately."
"yes!"
The black car sped along the dark highway, Fu Yanshen stepped on the gas and stared ahead.
Gunfire continued at the western suburbs dock in the early hours of this night, and the entire area was almost wiped out.
When dawn broke, everything returned to calm.
Fu Yanshen sat in the interrogation room, his cold gaze sweeping over the few henchmen who had been brought back.
"Who ordered you to do this?"
"There's no one here!" the henchman stubbornly insisted.
Fu Yanshen's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile as he gripped one of the men's necks with his large hand. "You won't talk, huh?"
"Pull his tongue out!"
Immediately, a subordinate brought over a dagger. "Ah!" The man's shrill scream rang out as a severed piece of his tongue was thrown into the trash can.
Fresh blood kept gushing out from the corner of his lips.
"Pull out all those who don't talk, gouge out their eyeballs and feed them to the fish." Fu Yanshen had absolutely no patience. "Where's the antidote for the Seven-Day Laugh? Confess and we'll let you go!"
"Fu Yanshen! If you have the guts, then kill me!"
A man roared, "There is no antidote for the Seven-Day Laugh! You will never get the antidote in this lifetime!"
Fu Yanshen had just taken the handkerchief handed to him by his subordinate and was elegantly wiping his hand that had just grabbed the henchman's neck.
Hearing this, she paused, then turned to look at the man who was bound like a dumpling.
"What? So eager to die?" He smiled knowingly. "I'll grant your wish. Get rid of him!"
The man's face turned pale. "No, you can't kill me!"
He was terrified. He never expected that his provocation would actually elicit Fu Yanshen's ruthless decisiveness.
Fu Yanshen glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, a fleeting coldness crossing his face.
"Next! Who says? Where is the antidote for the Seven-Day Laugh?"
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