Chapter 82: If we fight alone, we will die...
Monday, June 30th, sunny.
Fu Mingshuang was absent from the wedding...
Lu Shiyu had dyed his hair a pale gray, wore a formal suit, and a champagne-colored boutonniere on his chest...
Under the guidance of informant Mr. and Mrs. Cheng Cheng, they went from the wedding scene without a bride to the study room of Peking University and directly carried away Fu Mingshuang who was sleeping on the table.
Fu Mingshuang was hung upside down on the groom Lu Shiyu, punching, kicking and cursing all the way, attracting the attention of many people.
The real-time public opinion on the Internet exploded again, saying that Master Lu and the demon girl were in true love, and Master Lu bravely escaped from the wedding scene for her!
But someone immediately jumped out, saying that just now on the campus road, they heard Master Lu carrying that vixen and yelling, "Fu Mingshuang, how dare you break off the engagement?! Go back and put on your wedding dress!"
Now public opinion is in chaos, and the relationship between the two people is becoming confusing.
Lu Shiyu stuffed Fu Mingshuang into the extended Lincoln wedding car.
"Fu Mingshuang, you big liar!" Although Lu Shiyu was very angry, he really didn't have the habit of swearing, and a wave of anger was stuck in his chest.
"I have always been this kind of person. This is not the first day you have known me." Fu Mingshuang looked relaxed.
She didn't wear any makeup today, and her face was still pale. There were some bruises under her usually charming eyes. It was all because she didn't sleep all night last night.
It's not just last night. I've been suffering from insomnia for no reason lately, but last night was the worst. I tossed and turned almost the entire night and couldn't fall asleep.
"Fu Mingshuang, what are you afraid of? Or what are you worried about? Is marriage important to you?"
"It's not important!" Fu Mingshuang answered subconsciously.
"That's right. We both don't value marriage. We're a perfect match."
"No, Lu Shiyu, you're weird..." Fu Mingshuang felt that she couldn't let Lu Shiyu lead her by the nose, so she took back the initiative to ask questions:
"If you want to rebel against your Lu family, you can just break off your engagement with Nian Jiusi. Why do you still insist on marrying me?"
"I don't want you, I want Fu Qingzhou."
Fu Mingshuang was stunned for a few seconds before saying, "Are you gay???"
Lu Shiyu: “…”
Fu Mingshuang: "What's wrong? I don't discriminate, just tell me."
Lu Shiyu took a deep breath and rubbed his temples, which were throbbing with pain. "Fu Mingshuang, can you be more normal? Or think of me as more normal?"
"So what do you mean? Men like my uncle are really popular with both men and women."
Lu Shiyu took another deep breath, ensuring that he could speak smoothly and gently:
“If I had relied on myself to resist this time, I wouldn’t even be able to cancel the engagement with the Nian family. But marrying you, with Master Fu San around, canceling the engagement with the Nian family is a natural thing.”
"Isn't this matter settled now?"
"That's not enough. I still have one thing left to resolve..."
"Not resolved? What's that about? Something about family love, hatred, and vengeance?" Fu Mingshuang asked sincerely.
What she didn't realize was that although she had agreed not to be led by Lu Shiyu, the actual initiative was always in Lu Shiyu's hands.
"Why should I tell you? You're not going to marry me." He glanced at her.
Fu Mingshuang was very disgusted: "Lu Shiyu, are you childish?"
Lu Shiyu, on the other hand, tugged at the tie around his neck in frustration. "Fu Mingshuang, do you want to marry me or not?"
Fu Mingshuang leaned on the sofa and thought for a moment: "Then what do I want from marrying you?"
Lu Shiyu was about to speak when she interrupted him: "Don't mention my dad's mess. I've given up. It's up to you what you want." Fu Mingshuang's eyes dimmed.
Lu Shiyu looked at her, then pressed the reflective film on the car window.
The light shone into the car. Fu Mingshuang didn't adapt well and squinted subconsciously, but heard Lu Shiyu say:
"If you're stuck in a quagmire and can't get out, why not try to reach out and ask someone to pull you out?"
Lu Shiyu remembered the conversation between the two that day:
【Are you going to negotiate with him alone? 】
【What else? I'm used to it.】
Perhaps she had grown accustomed to fighting alone over the years. But why should she get used to fighting alone?
"What do you mean by that?" Fu Mingshuang turned suspiciously to look at Lu Shiyu, who also turned to look at her. The light behind her gave her a golden edge.
"If fighting alone is a death battle, with me, perhaps we can break the deadlock."
Lu Shiyu gently lifted Fu Mingshuang's fingertips and rubbed the pads of her thumb and index finger back and forth. The scar left by her extinguishing the cigarette that day was almost healed, leaving only a little scab.
The light that was not blocked by her passed through the darkness in the car and spread onto Lu Shiyu's face.
Like a beam of light lit in hell.
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