Lin Qiong smacked her lips twice and mumbled a response, then drifted off to sleep once more.
"Lin Qiong!" The man's face darkened, and his voice was much colder than before.
Lin Qiong grunted, "Hmm?"
Fu Xingyun took a deep breath. "Get up."
The next moment, Lin Qiong silently raised one hand with her eyes closed and fingers spread out, like a lazy elementary school chick, and said, "Five minutes."
"..."
After hearing this, the man actually lay motionless on the bed for five minutes.
Five minutes later, Fu Xingyun said, "Lin Qiong, get up."
"Snoring..."
"..."
Fu Xingyun raised his free hand and tried to pull the person off him, but just as he was about to move, he noticed the dark circles under the person's eyes.
He raised his hand and then lowered it.
Looking at the person sleeping soundly on top of him, snoring softly, Fu Xingyun sighed helplessly as he looked at the ceiling above his head.
Lin Qiong didn't wake up until after 11 a.m.
"Good morning."
Fu Xingyun said coldly, "It's getting late."
Lin Qiong raised her head and glanced at the time. "Good afternoon."
"..."
Lin Qiong slowly sat up like a koala, then reached out and touched Fu Xingyun's forehead. "The fever is gone. Does your head still hurt?"
The morning sunlight shone on a person's profile, making their fair skin appear translucent under the sunlight.
Fu Xingyun said succinctly, "It doesn't hurt."
Lin Qiong breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, "That's good, you were delirious with fever yesterday."
Fu Xingyun glanced at him, "For example?"
Lin Qiong organized her thoughts, then said, "I spoke without thinking."
"So that's why you were visiting relatives this morning?"
Lin Qiong's heart skipped a beat, and her previously dazed mind instantly snapped back to reality.
A strange memory flooded his mind, and he hurriedly explained, "I was still half asleep."
Fu Xingyun raised an eyebrow, "For example?"
Lin Qiong, steeling herself, said, "I spoke without thinking."
"..."
Lin Qiong then turned the tables, saying, "But you called me first."
Fu Xingyun countered, "Then why did you agree?"
Lin Qiong lowered her head shyly, "I'll follow my husband's lead."
"..."
Then the man spoke righteously and gentlemanly, saying, "But I absolutely did not intend to take advantage of you."
Fu Xingyun looked up at him.
Lin Qiong lowered her head shyly, "I just want to deepen the bond between us."
"..."
"I'll go cook." Lin Qiong quickly got up to change the subject, and then slipped out of the bedroom like a little mouse that had stolen cheese.
Fu Xingyun first took a shower in the bathroom before getting dressed and going downstairs.
Looking at the vegetable porridge on the table, he turned his gaze to Lin Qiong.
While eating her porridge, Lin Qiong said to the person, "You've just recovered from your fever, so it's better for you to eat something light."
Fu Xingyun looked at the other person's plate and asked, "What are you eating?"
Lin Qiong: "Grilled steak."
"..." Fu Xingyun: "You did this on purpose?"
Lin Qiong was surprised. "Of course not."
Then, looking heartbroken, she said, "I was thinking of you, but you doubted me."
Looking at the person in front of him, Fu Xingyun was momentarily at a loss as to what he had said wrong.
Lin Qiong feigned sadness, "I only eat steak, such a heavy meat dish, because of you!"
Fu Xingyun: ?
Lin Qiong: "I know you like to eat meat."
"so?"
"So I'm eating this to show you, so you can quench your thirst by looking at plums." He then stuffed another big mouthful into his mouth.
"..."
Then, showing consideration, he said, "When you drink your porridge, remember to blow on it to make sure it's hot."
After saying that, Lin Qiong smiled contentedly.
He's so thoughtful.
After lunch, Lin Qiong didn't take the person out for a walk, but instead took them to the French windows to bask in the sun.
The person had just recovered from a cold, and autumn was approaching. It wouldn't be good to go out and get chilled, so Lin Qiong moved a chair over and sat with the person.
Remembering what the person had said while holding his hand in the middle of the night, Lin Qiong glanced at Fu Xingyun and said lazily, "Isn't it comfortable to rest like this?"
He used to love sunny days like this. In autumn, as soon as the sun came out, he would take the small newspaper he used to cover himself and go out to air it, which would warm him up a lot.
Fu Xingyun glanced at the person sideways.
Lin Qiong: "You can rest anytime you want."
The man was visibly stunned for a moment, and was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
"Ding-dong—"
Lin Qiong raised her fluffy head in surprise, "Who is it?"
Normally, no one comes to their house.
Fu Xingyun raised his hand to push the wheelchair, but Lin Qiong stood up first, saying, "You continue sunbathing, I'll go take a look."
Lin Qiong came to the entrance hall and looked at the security monitor by the door. "Who is it?"
A voice came from outside the door, extremely arrogant, "It's me."
Lin Qiong asked in confusion, "Who are you?"
The other party impatiently announced his name, "Fu Jinglin".
"I don't know him."
"..."
The person outside took a deep breath. "I need to find my uncle."
Knowing that few of the characters in this book were normal, Lin Qiong was very wary. "Who is your uncle?"
The other party gritted his teeth, clearly impatient, and said, "Fu Xingyun."
After hearing this, Lin Qiong took the microphone used for negotiating with the doorman, craned her neck, and shouted inside, "Xingyun, someone is looking for you."
Just then, Fu Xingyun pushed his wheelchair over. "Who is it?"
Lin Qiong pointed to the microphone, "Fu Jinglin, say you're his uncle."
Upon hearing the name, Fu Xingyun frowned and said, "Tell them I'm not here."
Lin Qiong continued the handover, "Your uncle isn't here."
Fu Jinglin, who overheard everything through the microphone: ...
"I heard his voice."
Lin Qiong: "Audio hallucination."
"Who was it that said they weren't here?"
"My husband."
The other party tentatively asked, "Lin Qiong?"
"It's me."
The other person was surprised upon hearing this, "You're that drama queen?!"
Lin Qiong: ? ? ?
Lin Qiong lowered her eyes slightly and looked at Fu Xingyun with an innocent expression.
It was as if he was saying, "He's talking about me."
Fu Xingyun's expression also darkened. "Tell him to apologize."
Looking at the pigeon egg on her finger, Lin Qiong instantly gained confidence, "Apologize!"
Fu Jinglin scoffed after hearing this, "What if I don't?"
Lin Qiong wasn't annoyed. "Then don't even think about coming in."
"..."
Upon hearing that the other party wouldn't let him in, the other party instantly flew into a rage, shouting, "Why can't I come in?"
Lin Qiong remained calm and composed, saying, "This is my home."
"..."
After a long silence, the other person finally forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry."
After hearing this, Fu Xingyun calmly said, "Open the door."
Then she pushed the wheelchair back to the living room. When Lin Qiong opened the door, there was a tall young man standing outside. He was very strong and only seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked like he could be taken care of easily.
The boy walked in, gave Lin Qiong an unfriendly look, then changed into slippers, carried a large sports bag, and went inside.
Fu Jinglin looked at the man in the living room and spoke, "Uncle."
Fu Xingyun glanced at the person, a look that carried both admonition and indifference. He said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.
Fu Jinglin sat down on the sofa with a somewhat unpleasant expression.
Fu Xingyun: "What's going on this time?"
Fu Jinglin looked serious. "I had a fight with my mom."
Smelling the aroma of melon, Lin Qiong picked up an orange and sat down next to Fu Xingyun.
"What's the reason this time?"
The word "又" can be considered a classic.
“My mom doesn’t understand me and doesn’t comprehend me. It’s as if everything I do is wrong.”
After hearing this, Fu Xingyun said calmly, "Your mother's understanding is correct."
Lin Qiong was a little confused when she heard this. What if it was a problem with the parents?
The next moment, the man continued, "You saved the world and went on a trek before you were found. Your mother should have broken your legs."
"..."
Lin Qiong: Middle school syndrome, that's alright.
The book doesn't provide much detail about Fu Xingyun's family. Lin Qiong only learns through their conversation that the young man is Fu Xingyun's older sister's son, and that he was raised by his mother after his parents' divorce.
He was adopted and took his mother's surname.
Fu Jinglin irritably ran his fingers through his hair. "This time, Uncle is different!"
Fu Xingyun frowned. "Watch the way you speak."
Fu Jinglin exclaimed once again, "Uncle is different this time!"
Lin Qiong: ...
Fu Xingyun replied dismissively, "How is it different?"
Fu Jinglin: "I made a friend, but my mom doesn't approve and wants me to break up with her immediately. She's seriously interfering in my private life now..."
The other person kept spewing out bitter complaints like a machine gun, and Lin Qiong took the opportunity to eat a segment of orange.
Hmm, it's quite sweet.
Then he secretly poked Fu Xingyun with his finger, picked up a petal and held it to Fu Xingyun's lips, "Want some? It's quite sweet."
While verbally asking questions, their actions offered no chance for refusal.
Fu Xingyun turned her head away, "I don't need anyone to feed me."
Lin Qiong: "Did the dog eat the chicken soup yesterday?"
"..."
Seeing the orange segments in the person's hand, Fu Xingyun lowered his head and ate one.
"She's a tyrant, she doesn't understand me at all, I'm so tired, Uncle, don't you think my mom is being really unreasonable?!"
After Fu Jinglin finished pouring out his grievances, he looked up and saw this scene.
"..."
It's a movie about three people, but he has no name.
Fu Xingyun coughed as he noticed the person's gaze. Lin Qiong, munching on an orange segment, asked, "So you've run away from home?"
Fu Jinglin: "I was just giving my mom a small warning, and she will definitely regret her actions."
Lin Qiong said, "Oh, you were kicked out."
"..."
Having his secret exposed, Fu Jinglin's face darkened. "None of your business!"
Then, seeing Fu Xingyun's gaze, he shut his mouth with a somewhat evasive look in his eyes.
Lin Qiong wasn't very interested in what the two talked about afterwards, and after finishing the oranges, she went to do her own thing.
I just occasionally get them some juice and water.
Knowing that Fu Jinglin was a rebellious and bad-tempered kid, Lin Qiong didn't mind that he didn't say thank you.
Fu Jinglin: "Uncle, I'll stay here for a few days until my mother realizes she was wrong, then I'll go back."
Fu Xingyun frowned. "You did nothing wrong in this matter?"
Normally, if Fu Jinglin doesn't do anything wrong, Fu Yuan won't get angry and kick him out.
Fu Jinglin remained silent, seemingly unwilling to discuss the matter further. Fu Xingyun sighed upon seeing this and said nothing more.
In the evening, Lin Qiong prepared dinner and called the two of them over to eat. Then she turned around and busied herself in the kitchen to get the soup.
This is bone broth that I specially made for Fu Xingyun.
After Fu Jinglin sat down, he saw the person and said to him very rudely, "Give me a bowl."
Fu Xingyun frowned, "Don't you have hands?"
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