Chapter 80 The scar that can't be erased
Fu Mingshuang looked at Lu Shiyu quietly. She was drunk, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were like a pool of spring water.
"What about you, Lu Shiyu? Why did you insist on coming along?"
Lu Shiyu stared at the charming Fu Mingshuang beneath him, and after a while he reluctantly found an excuse for himself:
"curious."
Fu Mingshuang smiled.
"That's it. I don't want to satisfy your curiosity about my filthy family affairs. I don't want you to know."
She pushed Lu Shiyu away, sat up, took out a pink cigarette and lit it, then hugged her knees on the bed and puffed out the smoke, her hair casually spread out, a bit of scarlet burning on her fingertips.
A tiny bit of light.
Lu Shiyu sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her, but the smell of her floral cigarette lingered around her.
"Are you going to negotiate with him alone?" Lu Shiyu asked slowly.
Fu Mingshuang knew that the "he" was Fu Zhenchuan, and the "negotiation" was the matter of the psychiatric records.
"What else? I'm used to it."
She has always been alone in the mud and has long been accustomed to being alone.
Not everyone can meet Sheng Shuran like Chi Yan. Most people are like her, struggling alone in the quagmire.
She also has a brother named Fu Lin, who has completely sunk into the quagmire. Now, it depends on when it will be her turn.
"Did you succeed in the negotiation?" Lu Shiyu continued to ask.
Fu Mingshuang's eyes were empty, he took a puff of cigarette, his voice was as calm as dead water, without a trace of joy in his voice:
"Of course. That old man will go to the mental hospital and delete all my files."
After hearing this, Lu Shiyu's heart sank. He pinched his knuckles, making a "click" sound. "And then? Do you have anything else to say to me?"
"Hmm..." Fu Mingshuang's eyes darkened. He took a final puff of the cigarette in his hand, then pinched out the spark with his fingertips and threw the half-smoked cigarette on the wooden floor.
It hurts, it hurts so much that tears are about to fall out, but when she speaks, her tone is calm:
"Now that my goal has been achieved, we... don't need to get married."
This sentence was also within Lu Shiyu's expectations. He was not surprised, but remained silent.
The huge room fell into a vortex of silence. I thought I was floating up and down, but I didn't know that I was actually sinking deeper and deeper.
"I'm tired, Lu Shiyu, you can go now..." Fu Mingshuang broke the silence, "So, why did you insist on following me to Shanghai?"
Her voice was soft, without sarcasm or joking, but hollow and powerless, as if someone had whipped her spine.
Lu Shiyu took out a ring and placed it on the cabinet next to Fu Mingshuang.
A beam of light from the overhead shone down, and ancient Sanskrit carvings expressed the supreme glory.
"These past few days I got the ring back, sent out the invitations, booked the hotel, and picked out your wedding dress. All you have to do is show up. And now, aren't you going to get married?"
Fu Mingshuang hugged her bent knees, her fingertips reddened by cigarette smoke, tickling the bell on her ankle, and said indifferently:
"Didn't you succeed in your resistance? It seems we've both achieved our goals. So, it seems there's no need to get married."
"Ding-ling-ling..." The bell made a sound.
Lu Shiyu suddenly pulled Fu Mingshuang to his side, knelt on the bed, forcefully spread Fu Mingshuang's legs apart, and put his hand into her skirt, moving all the way up.
Fu Mingshuang struggled in panic, his movements were violent, and he cursed profusely.
However, due to the disparity in strength between men and women, Lu Shiyu still placed his calloused palm on Fu Mingshuang's scar.
Scarred, even...
Lu Shiyu's brows tightened, and he lifted up her skirt. There... there was no intact piece of flesh, only a patch of dried blood, deep and shallow.
As she said before, it is completely rotten after all.
When will you stop?
[When You Marry Me] (Author's Intimate Guidance: Chapter 68)
But I'm here to marry you now, so what?
He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Mingshuang again.
It was like the last piece of fig leaf was torn off, and Fu Mingshuang fell powerlessly on the bed, reeking of alcohol, with disheveled clothes and a blank expression, as if she had been trampled upon by herself and would break with the slightest touch.
Lu Shiyu put his hands between her back and the bed, picked her up and held her in his arms.
"Fu Mingshuang...you can tell me the truth."
The two of them were too close, and the sound was transmitted to the eardrum through the resonance of the ear bones, which seemed so unreal. But even so...
The taut string broke, the built wall collapsed, and all the strength was shattered.
Fu Mingshuang leaned on Lu Shiyu, lowered her head, and bit his neck hard.
He used his teeth to squeeze out the resentment, and the tears that remained in the corners of his eyes were filled with resentment.
Lu Shiyu felt the excruciating pain in the crook of his neck. He couldn't tell whether the damp chill was his own blood or her tears. The person in his arms was trembling, and he could do nothing more than hug her.
Last time at the engagement party, he forced himself on her, and she bit his neck to vent her anger.
This time, exactly the same location.
Now, the scar cannot be erased and cannot be completely healed by myself.
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"bite!"
For the kids who are going to school, I rushed out a chapter~
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