Chapter 142 How Could You Leave Me?
As if she had heard something utterly ridiculous, Fu Zhiyan's lips curled into a mocking smile.
What qualifications do you have?
Fu Zhiyan coldly uttered this question, which seemed to be directed at no one, and the self-loathing in her eyes deepened even further.
Fu Hanchuan's jawline tightened, and a fierce aggression surged wildly in his eyes.
His body was tense, and he leaned forward slightly.
With one arm around Wen Yanyu's waist and the other holding the back of his head, she prevented him from turning around and kept him firmly within her control.
It's like a simple constraint, or perhaps a fear of having your lover see your less desirable side.
Retaliate without hesitation.
The two of them talked back and forth.
No profanity.
They specifically target sore spots.
The two did not communicate in their native language, nor in a language that is widely used under the exam-oriented education system.
Wen Yanyu was completely confused and didn't understand a single word.
But that didn't stop him from sensing the intense tension between the two. He tried to look up but was pressed down and couldn't move at all, his vision completely black.
A feeling of unease quickly swept over my entire body.
Even if you can't see it, you can tell that the situation is getting out of control.
Wen Yanyu reached out and grabbed the man's clothes, her hands trembling involuntarily.
Feeling the slight trembling of the person in his arms, Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes slightly, loosened his grip a little, and gently patted him.
The photographer, who was filming, looked uneasy, unsure whether this constituted a broadcasting accident or whether he should continue filming.
[Please let us speak Xia language, where is my royal translator! What were Brother Bu Ai and Brother Xiao Gou saying just now?!]
[The puppy brother said, "Are you jealous?" The guy who didn't love him seemed to say, "What are you?" I didn't understand that last part. Then he said, "He's my lover, stay away from him." The puppy brother finally asked him, "What right do you have?"]
[Addendum: The things these two said later sounded like they were fighting over a girlfriend, constantly teasing each other, haha, it really looked like a scene of someone trying to steal someone else's partner.]
Wow, this is really tense! So Fu and Wen are really a couple? I thought they were just good friends.
They were glued together when they arrived; it felt like they were practically face-to-face if it weren't for the cameras. And they call themselves friends?
[Speak up! Did Little Dog Bro and Rabbit know each other before? Their situation really seems like they knew each other.]
Wen Yanyu tried to break free several times.
Any slight movement was quickly suppressed.
The atmosphere remained deadlocked.
"Hey! How can you be hugging and kissing in public like that? It's such a bad influence." A male voice suddenly rang in my ears.
The tense atmosphere was instantly broken.
The group turned their heads at the same time, looking towards the source of the sound.
Chu Xingbai was standing not far away, holding a soda in his left hand, a bucket of creamy popcorn in his right, and a plush rabbit on his head, looking at them with a curious, gossipy expression.
Chu Xingbai stuffed two kernels of popcorn into his mouth and mumbled, "The three of them asked me to ask you if you've accumulated enough points yet, because they want to invite you to go to the haunted house together."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yanyu stirred slightly.
"You're hugging me too tight, my back hurts..."
Wen Yanyu complained softly.
With the grip on her waist loosening, Wen Yanyu finally managed to pop her head out of Fu Hanchuan's arms and breathe in some fresh air.
Jiang Wanrou pursed her lips, took a few steps forward, and pulled Wen Yanyu out of their sight.
"Want some popcorn?" Jiang Wanrou asked urgently, wanting to quickly pull the person away from the center of the problem.
Wen Yanyu nodded.
Fu Hanchuan gave Fu Zhiyan a cold glance.
No one spoke again.
He got up and followed the two.
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On the way back.
The three of them were seated together. Wen Yanyu originally intended to press Fu Zhiyan to his side, but fearing that the two of them might actually start fighting, he pushed Fu Zhiyan into the car and sat down in the middle seat himself.
Fu Hanchuan remained expressionless and did not move.
"Come on up, it's awfully cold," Wen Yanyu said cautiously, her eyelashes lowered.
that's all.
Two men flanked the boy, one on each side.
Fu Hanchuan remained expressionless, his thin lips pressed tightly together, one arm wrapped tightly around the boy's waist and abdomen, the force so great that he was practically imprisoning the boy in his embrace.
Fu Zhiyan was relaxed, his gaze casually drifting to the scenery outside the window, his deep eyes swirling with an almost overflowing darkness.
The fingertips resting on the edge of the car door tapped intermittently, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, expressing frustration and restlessness.
The eerie balance was so oppressive it was suffocating.
Wen Yanyu, seemingly oblivious, sat in the middle, trying to mediate between the two and asking them what they wanted to eat that evening.
"Aunt Jiang and I are going out to buy groceries tonight. What would you like to eat? I'll cook for you." Wen Yanyu asked cautiously three times, using different methods.
No one responded.
Wen Yanyu lowered her long eyelashes, her fingers curled slightly at her side, and a fleeting look of helplessness crossed her eyes.
Pork rib soup.
Wen Yanyu turned his head away.
Fu Zhiyan forced a smile and asked gently, "I'd like to drink pork rib soup, is that inconvenient?"
Wen Yanyu shook her head and quickly agreed, "Okay, pork rib soup."
A warm palm covered the back of his hand, forcibly turning his gaze away.
"Stir-fried cabbage with vinegar".
His voice was still deep and pleasant, very calm, but because he was so familiar with men, he could detect a hint of grievance.
Wen Yanyu was taken aback, then reached out and hugged the man beside her, patting him gently, and resting half of her head on his body.
Fu Hanchuan didn't move for a while, then gently moved closer.
Fu Zhiyan glanced at it briefly, then turned her gaze back to the window, her expression indifferent.
Tiny drops of water condensed into mist in the depths of her eyes.
[Both "Little Dog Bro" and "Don't Love Bro" look like resentful husbands, the more I look at them, the more alike they seem.]
[I wasn't interested in the couples before, I just watched the variety show and didn't care about the gossip, but now I'm genuinely worried about Wen Yanyu's butt even through the screen.]
The most incomprehensible thing is that Fu didn't get angry with Wen. A normal man would have gotten angry in this situation, right?
[Tsk tsk, I just thought Fu would give Rabbit a hard time, but the most outrageous thing he did was hug her so tightly it hurt. Even when he's angry, he has to coax his wife, afraid of scaring her.]
[I'm asking Wen Yanyu to start a class; I want to hear exactly how he managed to train Fu Hanchuan like this.]
[What is a Shura field? This is the real Shura field. I'll never call you "I don't love you" again. You love me so much, you're practically green with envy, and you still have to act cute for Rabbit.]
The car stopped outside the gate.
An awkward dinner ended.
Wen Yanyu stood by the bed, staring blankly at the scarf in her hand that she hadn't yet returned.
Suddenly, I remembered that I hadn't found the opportunity to ask Fu Zhiyan the question I originally wanted to ask her today.
This is how things have developed.
The two of them would have no chance to be alone together anymore.
How should I explain this to Fu Hanchuan?
The sound of the door being locked from the inside rang out.
Wen Yanyu turned around.
Before she could even react or look at the person who came, her wrist was grabbed, her scarf was thrown aside, and she was instantly shoved against the wall.
Wen Yanyu let out a sob and slammed her body against the wall.
Fu Hanchuan grabbed his chin, lowered his head and kissed him, as if he wanted to devour him completely, yet with a hint of punishment, fierce yet tender.
A long, lingering kiss ended.
Wen Yanyu's face was flushed, her whole body was numb, and she was holding onto the man's shoulders, panting heavily.
If he hadn't been supported, he probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
"Stay away from Fu Zhiyan." Fu Hanchuan whispered in his ear, his firm tone leaving no room for softening.
Wen Yanyu clung to the man's arm, panting heavily. It took her a long time to finally have the strength to explain, "System, he doesn't have those feelings for me. You misunderstood today."
Fu Hanchuan stared at him for a long while before saying, "He loves you."
Wen Yanyu looked up blankly, "How is that possible? He and I aren't even from the same species..."
After speaking, Wen Yanyu paused for a moment.
Yes.
He was also unsure what the system's true form was.
It's that Border Collie.
It's still this same body.
Seeing Wen Yanyu remain silent, Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes and offered another choice.
"Now, I am your lover."
"You can only choose one: me or him."
A cold, sharp voice rang out.
Wen Yanyu looked up in surprise.
But what she met was the man's gaze, determined to get an answer.
Fu Hanchuan was already tall and imposing. After taking off his coat, his upper body was strong and muscular, with sexy and toned muscle lines under the tight-fitting high collar, completely encasing him in his arms.
After posing the question, he didn't say another word. A dangerous and chilling aura surged from his entire body. His possessiveness, which was somewhat restrained on the outside, became even stronger. His gaze seemed to be sizing up where to start.
This was something he hadn't felt since they officially got together.
Danger.
Wen Yanyu's gaze darted away, a slight tremor running through her. She instinctively sensed danger and felt an uncontrollable urge to flee.
I don't want to answer.
His gaze was too obvious.
Fu Hanchuan noticed this very easily.
He leaned in close, pressing his knee between her legs, giving her no chance to escape.
Wen Yanyu explained in a flustered manner, "I only love you, you are the only one I love. The system and I... can't and will never be together. I've always considered it family."
“You know, he has sacrificed so much for me. We have so much in the past. I can’t abandon him.” Wen Yanyu’s voice trembled.
"But you love him."
Fu Hanchuan interrupted his attempt to continue his explanation.
Wen Yanyu was suddenly stunned.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes reddened, and his voice was hoarse and full of bitterness: "Wen Yanyu, I'm not blind or stupid. I can't be so blind as to not be able to see what your feelings for him are."
“I knew it from the first moment I saw you here, you love him.” Fu Hanchuan stroked his face, his features somewhat blurred in the backlight, but his voice remained firm yet trembling.
Warm breath touched my lips.
The man's eyes welled up with tears, and he looked like he was about to burst into tears from grievance.
Wen Yanyu froze, her heart pounding so hard she could barely breathe.
"I love you," Wen Yanyu said instinctively.
“I know.” Fu Hanchuan’s eyes trembled as he replied in a trembling voice, “But you love him too.”
"Between me and him, you can only choose one." Fu Hanchuan repeated.
Still reeling from the shock, Wen Yanyu forgot to answer and just stood there dumbfounded.
And this silence.
This struck a nerve with Fu Hanchuan, who was already on edge.
Fu Hanchuan's breath caught in his throat. The bitterness that had been lingering in his chest exploded instantly, like strong sulfuric acid, flowing everywhere, burning his limbs and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
No more hesitation.
Fu Hanchuan raised his hand.
She was suddenly picked up and carried to the bedside. Wen Yanyu panicked and struggled instinctively, but her resistance was no match for the man.
"Fu...you first, let me go, you..."
Wen Yanyu wasn't short, just rather thin, but compared to Fu Hanchuan, Fu Hanchuan could carry him as easily as carrying a child; his feet barely touched the ground before he was firmly pressed onto the bed.
Wen Yanyu's pupils trembled slightly as she quickly realized what Fu Hanchuan was about to do, before she could even utter a sound.
The kiss landed.
The kisses were haphazard yet intense, leaving the person dizzy and disoriented, unable to utter a sound.
Warm breath sprayed onto my neck.
Wen Yanyu tried his best to explain.
But as if afraid of hearing something he didn't want to hear, Fu Hanchuan tightly covered his mouth, preventing him from making a sound.
Wen Yanyu could only struggle and try to pry the man's hands away.
But this appearance didn't catch the man's eye.
Fu Hanchuan's breathing grew heavier and heavier. He lowered his head to kiss his neck, his nose lightly brushing against him, giving him no time or space to rest, conquering him with kisses again and again.
Wen Yanyu's body went limp, allowing the other person to lick and kiss her.
Tears soaked a patch of the bedding.
Fu Hanchuan stopped when his palm touched the wet spot.
Looking at Wen Yanyu, who was almost crying her eyes out beneath her, the flame of jealousy and anger in her heart was instantly extinguished as if doused with a bucket of cold water.
Fu Hanchuan wiped away the tears on the face of the person beneath him.
Just ask.
How could you not want me?
——————
night.
Wen Yanyu came out of the bedroom in her pajamas, followed the sound downstairs, and crouched down at the top of the stairs, using the wall as cover.
I could not understand what was happening downstairs, but it had clearly escalated into a verbal battle of personal attacks.
Wen Yanyu pursed her lips, her fingers rubbing back and forth on her clothes, hesitating whether to go down and mediate the fight, but also wondering if going down would escalate the conflict.
I don't understand how things suddenly turned out this way.
I was somewhat confused, but mostly filled with self-blame.
He's a bit clueless when it comes to relationships. Unless you tell him directly, he'll always be confused about what kind of feelings those feelings really are.
After Fu Hanchuan got angry because of jealousy, he tried to explain his relationship with the system to Fu Hanchuan. He explained that the system was not human and that the system only regarded him as family. He promised that he would not get too close to the system.
Fu Hanchuan, his eyes red, said to him, "Because you love him too."
He admitted it.
I was stunned.
Because he didn't refute that statement immediately.
Perhaps it was through countless life-and-death experiences together, or perhaps it was through a hundred years of companionship, that his feelings for the system had long been confused without him realizing it, and even he couldn't deny it immediately.
But he knew clearly that he loved Fu Hanchuan.
But it's impossible for one person to love two people at the same time.
The bizarre sense of disorientation and immorality tormented him, leaving him unable to utter a word of explanation.
Wen Yanyu lowered her head and curled herself into a ball.
It seems he's become a scumbag.
Before anyone knew it, the arguing downstairs suddenly stopped.
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