Qin Ying returned home, still feeling uneasy.
Just now she was still feeling lucky that Fu Hanzhou didn't come back with her, but now, she realized that she would have to face it sooner or later.
There is no one at home. Xu Jinshu should have gone out for a walk, Fu Qixun should be in the army, and Fu Hanting is still at work.
She walked upstairs with unsteady steps, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the door handle. The room was so quiet that she could hear her own pounding heartbeat.
The white gauze of her performance costume rubbed against the door frame, making a slight friction sound in the silence, which was very similar to her confused and tense nerves at the moment.
She remembered the complex and scrutinizing look he gave her backstage in the auditorium when she had just explained things to Fu Hanzhou. That look was not one of admiration, but of deep confusion, as if he was trying to see through her disguise like peeling off threads.
In the night, the dressing mirror on the cabinet reflected her pale face, and there were still red marks on her neck where Qin Qinghua had pulled her.
She subconsciously tugged at her collar to cover the marks, but it rubbed against the crumpled program in her pocket - the words "pedal organ performance" had been crossed out and replaced with the glaring "violin solo".
Coach Li's words backstage, "This technique is like Lin Wenyuan", were thought to be a clever way to save the situation at the time, but now it has become a sword hanging over our heads.
In this day and age, any "coincidence" of unknown origin may be magnified into a fatal crisis.
Bilingual proofreading and the top scorer in the college entrance examination became inexplicable abilities in the face of the sudden emergence of violin skills.
Now in front of Fu Hanzhou, it seems that he can't use "talent" or "self-study" to get away with it.
She didn't turn on the lights, but stood in the room in a daze, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the folds of her performance clothes.
Dadada..."
From outside the door came the rhythmic sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden stairs.
Qin Ying was so frightened that her whole body trembled.
Cold sweat slid down his back as he quickly thought of a solution:
Should he say that he learned it by chance, or should he lie and say that he was taught by a mysterious master who wishes to remain anonymous?
But Fu Hanzhou is so perceptive, these pale excuses are really childish!
The footsteps came closer and closer, like an interrogation that was getting closer and closer.
She took a deep breath, her nails almost digging into her palms, her brain working frantically, trying to piece together a perfect lie...
Click—the door lock turned, and the incandescent light suddenly lit up, making her instinctively turn her face away.
Fu Hanzhou's figure enveloped her like a giant net, carrying the coolness of the night. His gaze swept across her exposed collarbone, lingering for a moment on the red mark. A dark fire burned in his eyes, and his Adam's apple moved.
"Still wearing it?"
He suddenly approached, his voice as if squeezed out from the deepest part of his chest, filled with icy anger.
“When you play the violin on stage, have you ever thought about who you belong to?”
Before Qin Ying could react, a pair of hands like iron clamps grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her towards the wardrobe behind her.
"Fu Hanzhou, what are you crazy about?"
Qin Ying screamed in shock when he suddenly and roughly dragged her.
Fu Hanzhou's reaction was still directed at Wei Zhuolan. Her anxiety just now suddenly turned into anger because of his actions.
The wooden cabinet door made a dull sound, and the pearl buttons on the back rolled off with a crackling sound, splashing tiny pieces of light on the floor.
He fiercely turned her over and pressed her against the wall, his hot breath spraying into her ears, carrying with it gunpowder, tyranny, and intense anger:
"Wei Zhuolan also held this dress of yours?"
His palms pulled her shoulder straps apart:
"Everything he touched should be burned!"
His palm roughly brushed across her back, and the dress slid down Qin Ying's spine to her waist. On her previously smooth back, she now felt a sticky touch from under his palm that was different from before.
Qin Ying groaned in pain, but the sound was like thunder exploding in her ears.
The originally ferocious movement suddenly froze.
Fu Hanzhou's pupils suddenly contracted, and several dark red bloodstains were winding on his fair skin. They were caused by scratches from sharp objects, and now they were extending hideously down along his waistline.
The nail-shaped bruises were still oozing blood.
His Adam's apple rolled violently, and his fingers hovered above the wound, he dared not let go - this was clearly the mark left by being pressed so hard.
He suddenly pulled her into his arms, but heard Qin Ying groaning and struggling:
"Don't touch me!"
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.
Fu Hanzhou let go of her hand, and when he saw her frightened look, he realized that he had lost his composure.
There was a taste of rust in his throat. He pulled the military blanket on the bed and said in a hoarse voice, which was not like his own:
"……sorry."
After the performance, he didn't waste a minute and rushed back, but when he saw her still wearing the dress, he lost control...
"This dress reminds me of meeting you backstage..."
The moment the military blanket was lifted, he saw her shoulders subconsciously shrink, and her heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a bayonet.
"come over."
He unfolded the blanket awkwardly, with an unnatural look on his face.
"You'll catch a cold."
Qin Ying bit her lip and ignored him, pulling at her torn dress to try to make herself less embarrassed.
His eyes darkened, and he put his arms around her trembling shoulders, holding her tightly in his arms without saying anything. When his fingertips brushed her red eyes, she pushed him away fiercely.
"In your eyes, I will only betray you!"
Qin Ying's tears fell on the back of his hand:
"Am I so unbearable in your eyes?"
Fu Hanzhou stared at the purple marks, his Adam's apple rolled three times before he found his voice, but he answered the question irrelevantly:
"So you said divorce because you think I can't keep my wife?"
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