Fu Jinglin: ...
After taking Fu Jinglin to the doctor, Lin Qiong planned to find a massage therapist. Fu Jinglin, being tall enough to block her view completely, asked, "What are we going to do now?"
"I want to learn massage," Lin Qiong said. "If you don't have one, you can come with me to take a look."
Fu Jinglin hadn't done anything in the first place, "Is there anywhere to lie down?"
"Of course, you can lie on the bed."
"Let's go then." With that, he followed Lin Qiong and swaggered inside.
Lin Qiong looked at the massage therapist who had just finished giving her a massage and said, "Thank you for your help today, sir."
The old craftsman smiled kindly when he saw Lin Qiong arrive, "No trouble at all."
Seeing Lin Qiong's tall figure, he exclaimed, "Oh, you brought her today too! And who is this?"
Lin Qiong patted Fu Jinglin on the shoulder, "My eldest nephew."
"I didn't expect you to be an uncle at such a young age. Is it your blood relative?"
Lin Qiong smiled shyly, "It was a wedding gift."
Fu Jinglin: ...
Lin Qiongjing was well-prepared and, today, she was still facing the fake acupoints marked on the body.
Lin Qiong stared with her mouth agape as the master craftsman performed the operation, clapping her hands enthusiastically and taking out her notebook to jot down some important points.
The experienced masseur, seeing his earnest expression, asked, "How was the massage for your husband yesterday?"
“My technique isn’t good enough, so he didn’t feel anything,” Lin Qiong said, scratching her head. “It was my first time doing this, so I didn’t dare to use too much force for fear of breaking it.”
The experienced masseur nodded in agreement, acknowledging that this was indeed a common struggle for beginners. "Learning massage is a gradual process; you can only make progress if you dare to put your hands to work."
"Although the acupoints are clearly marked on the fake acupoints, it's still easier to practice with the real ones." The old master scratched his recently dyed black hair. "Actually, I didn't even consider where to go with the real thing."
I'll find you one.
Fu Jinglin was lying on the side in a seductive pose, observing the two teachers' instruction, when he saw Lin Qiong silently turn around and look at him.
Fu Jinglin: ...
Here it comes!
Fu Jinglin instantly became alert. "Why are you looking at me? I'm not taking that seriously."
A bright smile appeared on Lin Qiong's harmless face. "My dear nephew."
Fu Jinglin quickly pulled his clothes tighter, "Don't come any closer! I'm seventeen this year; what you're doing is employing child labor!!!"
The old man said, "Young man, be careful. He won't harm you; after all, he's your uncle."
Fu Jinglin: "It was a wedding gift."
Lin Qiong: ...
Five minutes later, Fu Jinglin, feeling utterly hopeless, changed beds.
Lin Qiong looked at the man with the bag over his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"
"No," Fu Jinglin said with a sour face, "I just feel a little regretful."
"Regret what?"
"I regret arguing with my mom." He grinned as he said this, "I miss my mom."
Lin Qiong patted the dog's head to comfort it, "Don't worry, hard work pays off."
Fu Jinglin looked at the other person with resentment.
Lin Qiong: "I'll stew some pork ribs for you tonight."
Fu Jinglin finally relented, "Then you can make more."
"..."
You don't need to tell me; with your appetites, you uncle and nephew could eat the pot dry.
Lin Qiong, being a beginner, did have many problems when pressing the keys; either she didn't apply enough force or she used too much force.
Fu Jinglin thrashed about on the bed like a big fish, and Lin Qiong looked at him with embarrassment: "Why don't you go to sleep first?"
Fu Jinglin looked at the claws resting on his calf. "I can't sleep."
"..."
Although it was a bit painful when the massage was done, Fu Jinglin felt light and even very comfortable when he was being massaged.
Fu Jinglin stretched and said, "You did a good job."
Lin Qiong hooked her fingers together and said, "Is that so?"
I probably didn't stretch properly during sports training, because my legs have been a bit uncomfortable these past few days. After getting a massage, I definitely feel much better.
Fu Jinglin: "I'll look for you again next time."
"..." Lin Qiong: "I'll give you a discount."
"Shouldn't it be free?"
Even close brothers should keep clear accounts, let alone a gift you gave me at my wedding.
"..."
Lin Qiong patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to buy some ribs."
Fu Jinglin pursed his lips, "That's more like it."
Fu Jinglin didn't feel anything when he left the TCM clinic, but as he walked, he realized something was wrong.
Why do you keep walking into the alleys?
"This way is faster." He pointed to the alley ahead, "You'll get there once you walk out of there."
Fu Jinglin looked in the direction he was pointing, but there was no shopping mall or large supermarket as he had imagined. "Weren't you going to buy groceries? The shopping mall is over there."
Lin Qiong shook her head. "Let's not go to the mall, it's too expensive. Let's go to the farmers' market."
Although Fu Jinglin had heard of this place, he didn't go there. But when he followed them inside, he was hit by a strong fishy smell.
"Damn it!" Fu Jinglin covered his mouth and nose. "What's that smell?!"
"It tastes like fish." She pointed to a fish stall not far away, where many fresh, live fish were jumping around in the water.
Fu Jinglin frowned, "Why does it taste different from what I eat?"
Lin Qiong: "Did the fish you ate cook itself?"
"..."
He pulled her along to look, saying, "We're having fish tonight!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Fu Jinglin quickly grabbed him, saying, "Aren't you going to buy ribs? Hurry up."
Lin Qiong nodded, finding the resistant look inexplicably amusing, "Okay."
As he spoke, he led the way to the place that sold pork ribs.
"grass!"
Fu Jinglin, a tall man of 1.8 meters, suddenly jumped onto Lin Qiong.
Lin Qiong looked at the other person with a puzzled expression, "What is it now?"
"Why is this pig's head just sitting there? It scared the crap out of me!"
He asked in a terrified tone, "How did you get this meat?"
Lin Qiong: "This way of displaying the meat makes it look better."
As he spoke, he led them toward a meat stall.
The boss came over and sharpened his knife on the cutting board. Fu Jinglin took a step forward when he saw this.
"What would you like, sir?"
"Give me a few pounds of big bones and spare ribs first."
"Is it all sorted out?"
Lin Qiong nodded. "Mm."
Lin Qiong ordered quite a lot, and the owner, seeing this, enthusiastically took a knife and began processing the ribs with a bang.
They also gave me some pork belly as a free gift.
Boss: "Come again next time."
"good."
Lin Qiong politely said goodbye and then led Fu Jinglin home.
Fu Jinglin swallowed hard. "You used to come here to buy groceries often?"
"Hmm." Lin Qiong: "It's much cheaper than in the mall and fresher too."
Fu Jinglin glanced back at the butcher shop but said nothing more, and then walked home.
When passing through the small park, I inevitably stumbled upon several cotton candy stalls along the roadside.
Fu Jinglin looked around and saw that there were quite a few people in line. "What's so good about that kind of cloyingly sweet stuff?"
Lin Qiong glanced sideways and asked, "Shall we go buy one too?"
Fu Jinglin turned his head away, "I'm not going."
Seeing that no one was moving, Lin Qiong walked over and joined the queue. The shopkeeper looked at Lin Qiong and asked, "Sir, what style would you like?"
Lin Qiong looked at the flower-shaped cotton candy the little girl next to her, "It's the same as the little girl's."
The shop owner looked young. "Buying food for yourself?"
"No, for my eldest nephew."
"Really?" the boss asked with a smile, "How come I didn't see it?"
Lin Qiong pointed to a spot, "It's over there."
The boss glanced at it and said, "No, there isn't any."
All I saw was a big guy.
"Yes," Lin Qiong pointed to the child who was over 1.8 meters tall, "there he is."
boss:"……"
Sui chuckled dryly: "You're a good uncle, he's obviously a blood relative."
"No, it was a wedding gift."
"..."
After buying the cotton candy, Lin Qiong stuffed it into Fu Jinglin's hand and said, "Eat it."
Fu Jinglin looked down at the pink and tender cotton candy in his hand and was stunned. "I don't want it."
He said that, but his hands were clenched tightly.
Lin Qiong didn't expose him, and turned to go home without saying anything.
When Fu Jinglin arrived at his doorstep, the cotton candy in his hand was gone.
After changing his shoes, the first thing Fu Jinglin did upon entering the room was to get a drink of water.
Damn, this cotton candy is even sweeter than he expected.
After putting the things she bought away, Lin Qiong was about to go upstairs to look for them when she saw Fu Jinglin also getting on the elevator. She asked in confusion, "What are you doing up here?"
"I didn't bring any change of clothes, so I'll borrow a few sets from my uncle."
Lin Qiong: "Then what was in the bag you were carrying yesterday?"
Fu Jinglin boasted shamelessly, "The quilt."
"..."
When they arrived on the third floor, they found that Fu Yun's room door was half-open. Just as Lin Qiong was about to knock, she saw the man supporting himself on both sides of the wheelchair and slightly lifting his body, as if trying to stand up.
Seeing that they had stopped, Fu Jinglin whispered, "Why aren't you going in?"
However, lacking leg strength, the man tried to use his legs to brace himself, and suddenly fell off the wheelchair.
A muffled "bang" was heard.
Upon seeing this, Fu Jinglin took a step forward, "Uncle..."
Lin Qiong quickly covered her mouth and pulled her away from the doorway. "Shh! Don't make a sound!"
Fu Jinglin took his hand away, "Didn't you see?!"
Lin Qiong looked serious. "I saw it."
"Then you fucking still..."
“No need!” Lin Qiong pressed down on his arm. “He can.”
Fu Jinglin was taken aback.
“Fu Yun doesn’t need anything else.” Fu Jinglin’s expression was serious and earnest, unlike anything he had ever seen before. He said firmly once again, “He can do it himself.”
Inside the room, the man scrambled to his feet from the floor, gripping the wheelchair handles tightly as he tried to sit back down.
Another muffled thud came, and seeing that she was about to be attacked again, Lin Qiong gritted her teeth and said, "You better behave yourself!"
As she spoke, she turned around, looked at the door, and then pulled him onto the elevator.
When Fu Jinglin got to the first floor, he looked at Lin Qiong with incomprehension. "If you're not going to help, fine, but why won't you let me go? Didn't you see my uncle fall to the ground? How is he supposed to sit back down by himself?"
Lin Qiong: "That was his own feeling."
"you……"
Lin Qiong looked at Fu Jinglin and said, "There's nothing to be angry about. You know better than I do that Fu Yun has never needed pity."
Fu Jinglin stood there stunned, as if he suddenly understood what Lin Qiong meant.
It's not that I don't want to help, it's that helping would hurt more than not helping.
That disheveled and embarrassing appearance—who would want to be seen like that?
Fu Jinglin finally calmed down, but his heart was heavy. "If it weren't for that bastard back then, my uncle wouldn't be like this."
Lin Qiong frowned upon hearing the profanity in the other person's mouth. "That's the way they speak."
“I didn’t say anything wrong, it’s because of that child.”
He genuinely didn't know the cause of Fu Yun's leg injury; he only knew that a fire had occurred.
Lin Qiong: "Why?"
Fu Jinglin gritted his teeth: "Back then, there was a fire at the charity gala my uncle attended. My uncle had a chance to escape, but because that brat hid in a corner and wouldn't use the escape route, my uncle had to go back to save him and that's why he was..."
Buried under the rubble.
Lin Qiong opened his eyes slightly but did not reply for a long time. He really did not expect that the other party was paralyzed in both legs because of saving him.
"That child..."
“That child didn’t, not only did his mother not, but she also took a large sum of money from his hand.”
Lin Qiong was shocked, "How could a little kid do that?"
"How is that impossible?" Fu Jinglin roared, "They were found by the orphanage, they didn't even bother to look for them after they died, they wouldn't say a word during interrogation, all because of money!"
Lin Qiong felt a chill run down her spine. If Fu Yun hadn't turned back during that fire, the child who was pointed at might have perished in it.
Although Fu Yun appears to live a glamorous life, behind that facade lies a despicable heart.
Lin Qiong was just an ordinary citizen of Xiaojing and could not imagine the ugly conspiracy behind the powerful and wealthy.
They gamble with their lives, willing to risk their lives for money and power.
Lin Qiong was trembling all over, and finally managed to sit down in the chair.
Fu Yun was not the crazy and terrifying Fu Yun from the beginning.
He once stood in a high position with great pride, but he never lost his humanity and compassion.
He was powerful and wealthy, with outstanding looks and a distinguished family background. He lived a happy life without worrying about making a living. He was dashing and had strong self-control and ability.
He had the chance to escape the fire, and he had the chance to continue living in the sunshine.
Logically speaking, the wealthier people are, the more they should cherish life, since what they need most is life and time.
But Fu Yun turned around without hesitation in the fire, his tall and upright body buried under the rubble and never able to stand up again.
Lin Qiong sat in the chair in silence for a long time, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
This shouldn't have happened.
Fu Yun shouldn't live like this. That spirited, arrogant man shouldn't have become like this.
Lin Qiong gritted her teeth, her mind filled with images of Fu Yun from the video Fu Yuan had shown her.
Inside the room, the man climbed back into his wheelchair from the floor and looked up to see the half-open door.
That door was clearly half-closed just now.
At dinner, Lin Qiong stewed two pots of bones and made several vegetarian dishes to cut through the richness, but the vegetarian dishes seemed a bit excessive.
Seeing her uncle and nephew eating meat, Lin Qiong silently picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks and placed them in both bowls.
Fu Yun frowned slightly upon seeing this, then picked it up and ate it.
Fu Jinglin held the meat bone in his hand, "I don't want it, you..."
Feeling the death stare from the other side, Fu Jinglin immediately shut his mouth and ate a bite of vegetables.
Lin Qiong looked at Fu Yun in confusion, only to see that his sharp gaze had vanished instantly.
Lin Qiong looked at it and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Fu Yun looked at Lin Qiong and saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him, like a child begging for candy.
Fu Yunxin's heart softened, and just as she was about to speak, Fu Jinglin, who was next to her, spoiled the mood by saying, "Not bad, it's just a little bit stuck in your teeth."
Fu Yun: ...
Lin Qiong: ...
Fu Jinglin gnawed on a bone and said, "Give me some more rice."
Fu Yun said coldly, "That's all."
Fu Jinglin paused, holding the bone and looking at it, "I also saw a rice cooker just now..."
"there is none left."
Upon hearing Fu Yun speak, Fu Jinglin shrank back.
The bone in his hand looked lost for a moment, but then quickly recovered.
If there's no food, so be it; he can just gnaw on more bones.
Thinking about it, he happily ate it with gusto.
Lin Qiong looked at the uncle and nephew and shook her head helplessly.
I was sitting on the sofa watching Animal World after dinner, and there were two lions eating.
Fu Jinglin: "It looks familiar. Is it a replay from yesterday?"
Lin Qiong silently watched the replay of today's episode.
Fu Yun chimed in from the side, "When are you going home?"
"Wait until my mom comes crying and looking for me."
"Then you can never go back in this lifetime."
"..."
In the evening, Lin Qiong came to the room for a massage as usual, and happened to see Fu Yun taking her medicine.
The man's room was dimly lit, with only a bedside lamp. The dim light cast a long shadow on the man, making the shadows appear even deeper despite the darkness around him.
Fu Yun noticed that Lin Qiong's hand holding the medicine bottle instinctively moved to her side.
Lin Qiong didn't mention it and obediently kicked off her shoes and got into bed.
Fu Yun clenched his fists tightly, the medicine in his hands became filthy, and for a moment he felt powerless and despicable, and the door from that afternoon flashed unconsciously in his mind.
Fu Yun, taking his medicine, looked at the person sitting on his bed in pajamas and said, "You should go back now."
Lin Qiong was somewhat surprised, "You haven't massaged my legs yet."
Fu Yun refused outright, "I don't want to today."
Lin Qiong pulled him onto the bed, leaning in close, and asked, "Why?"
For a moment, the two people were facing each other with less than three fingers' width between them. On the wall were two intertwined shadows, dim yet clear.
It felt like a kiss, a rare moment of intimacy.
Fu Yun subconsciously nodded, "I don't want to."
“But I think,” Lin Qiong said, “that the clouds are nothing.”
Lin Qiong's fair fingers landed on the bed sheet, then reached between the man's fingers. "It's nothing."
Fu Yun was taken aback.
Lin Qiong's fingers intertwined tightly, and she gently hugged his broad arms.
Fu Yun was half-held, her head resting slightly against his chest.
The other person's heartbeat echoed in my ears.
"It's nothing, what can I do even if I see it?" Lin Qiong looked at Yun's face. "I won't leave you because of your bad side, nor will I feel disgusted by your terrible side."
"It's okay if you can't stand up."
Fu Yun was towering and majestic in his heart.
“It’s okay to take medication for mental illness, you’re just sick.” Lin Qiong mumbled, “You’ll get better someday, now is not the time for treatment.”
Fu Yun placed his large hands on her waist, and with a slight pull, the fabric around her waist gathered, tightly embracing Lin Qiong.
A low, husky male voice came through, "Aren't you scared?"
Lin Qiong shook her head. "No."
She cupped her cheeks and smiled, saying, "He looks like a man."
He's also very handsome.
With one hand on her shoulder, she said, "You are all-powerful in my heart."
The young man smiled gently, the dim light reflecting softly on his face. Fu Yun was momentarily mesmerized, and gently stroked his face with her hand.
He rubbed his fingers against his cheek, his Adam's apple bobbing as he was about to speak when he suddenly jolted, "Oh no! I forgot the milk!"
As she spoke, Lin Qiong hurriedly got out of bed and went back to her room to get the milk.
Fu Yun leaned against the headboard, took a deep breath, and muttered a curse under his breath.
Lin Qiong returned to her room and stared at the milk box for a long time without making a move.
It spins wildly like a washing machine spin dryer.
That's so erotic!
That's so erotic!
For a moment, it felt as if she were naked; Lin Qiong rolled around in embarrassment.
Fu Yun's face was expressionless just now, but Lin Qiong blushed unconsciously and suddenly felt hot all over.
After walking around the room, Lin Qiong finally composed herself and returned to her room.
After seeing that she had drunk the milk, Lin Qiong said, "Let me massage your legs. My technique has improved today."
Fu Yun raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
"Yeah, I practiced on Jinglin when I went there today."
Fu Yun paused, holding the milk bottle. "You pressed it for him too?"
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