Chapter 112 Fu Zhewei, you are not shy anymore



Wang Defu's eyes lit up with understanding, and he asked with a smile, "Are you...getting married? Are you here to pick out furniture?"

When Fu Zhewei heard this, he froze.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Wang Defu, his cheeks beginning to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I, we..."

He waved his hands hurriedly, trying to explain, but his voice was halting and he couldn't even utter a complete word.

Lin Jianxue's clear eyes swept across Fu Zhawei's embarrassed face, and a very faint arc appeared at the corner of her lips.

She interrupted him gently.

"Yes, we are getting married."

"Come and look at the furniture together."

She turned to Wang Defu and asked with a smile, "Wang Qizhi, we bought so much, can you give us some gifts?"

Fu Zhewei: “…”

He looked at Lin Jianxue in disbelief. She...how could she say such words so calmly?

marry?

He and she?

My heartbeat suddenly became disordered.

Wang Defu laughed heartily when he heard this.

He looked carefully at Lin Jianxue and Fu Zhawei in front of him.

The man was tall and straight, with deep eyes and brows. Even though he was wearing old clothes, it was difficult to hide his noble temperament.

The woman had a slender figure, picturesque features, and a faint smile on her plain face, which made her bright and charming.

The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, standing together, they look a perfect match no matter how you look at them.

"Hmm! Seeing how well-matched you two are, I, Wang Defu, will make the decision!"

Wang Defu waved his hand.

"It's rare to see such a well-matched married couple. I'll give you two little stools as gifts. They're sturdy and durable!"

He grinned, revealing his white teeth: "I wish you a baby soon!"

As he said this, he turned and went into the next room, and quickly brought out two brand new small wooden stools, which were short and stocky and looked very stable.

He placed the stool on the table where Lin Jianxue wanted to buy something.

"When do you want these furniture?"

Lin Jianxue thought about it for a moment.

"If you can, I want it today."

The sooner the furniture is moved back home, the sooner the Fu family can start their business.

Wang Defu nodded: "Then!"

He took out a pencil and scratched the paper a few more times, calculating the amount.

"A table, a stool, a chair, and two beds, each cost... two hundred and fifty-five dollars."

"This is already a discount on that store's deposit. It's a good deal."

"There's also a wardrobe and a desk. The wardrobe is fifty, the desk twenty, seventy dollars for the whole thing. Pay a twenty-dollar deposit first. You can pay the rest after it's finished."

He raised his head and looked at Lin Jianxue: "My father will be back soon. Please leave your address and we will send the package to you on a cart when he comes back."

Lin Jianxue took out the money from his pocket, counted it carefully, and handed it to Wang Defu.

"The address is Shuguang Production Brigade, at the easternmost end of the village, at the Fu family."

Wang Defu took the money, counted it carefully, and then wrote down the address on the note.

"Okay! The Fu family is at the easternmost end of the village, right? I understand."

Having made a big deal, Wang Defu seemed very happy and had a smile on his face all the time.

Lin Jianxue nodded slightly: "Then we will leave first, thank you for your help."

After saying that, she naturally reached out her hand and gently pulled Fu Zhawei's sleeve.

"let's go."

Fu Zhewei's whole body stiffened, as if an electric current had passed through him.

He looked down at her slender white fingers, gently tugging at the cuff of his washed-bleached shirt.

Then, he silently followed Lin Jianxue out of the yard.

The two of them walked one in front and one behind on the dirt road back to the village.

Fu Zhawei remained silent all the way, with his head lowered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He has always been taciturn, and Lin Jianxue doesn't care.

The breeze in late spring and early summer blows gently with a hint of warmth.

The wild flowers on the roadside are in full bloom.

Lin Jianxue raised her head casually, wanting to say something to him, but was slightly stunned when she saw his expression.

Fu Zhawei's face, which usually looked pale and too white, was now as red as a boiled shrimp.

Not only his face, but also the tips of his clearly defined ears and the part of his neck that was exposed outside his collar were all covered in a thin layer of blush.

The red color is particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

"Fu Zhewei?"

Lin Jianxue was startled and stopped.

"Why is your face so red?"

She frowned, a little worried.

"Do you have a fever?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to feel the temperature of his forehead.

Her hand was soft and cool, and was about to touch his forehead.

Fu Zhewei suddenly came to his senses, raised his hand almost reflexively, and grabbed her wrist.

His palms were burning hot, and his force was quite strong.

Lin Jianxue's wrist was tightly grasped by him, and her slender bones seemed to be crushed by him.

“!”

Lin Jianxue felt pain and hissed softly.

Fu Zhawei seemed to be scalded and quickly let go of his hand, as if the hand he just grabbed was a red-hot iron.

He turned his head away abruptly, not daring to look her in the eyes, his voice muffled, as if squeezed out from his throat.

"……No."

Lin Jianxue rubbed her slightly red wrist and looked at his stiff profile and red earlobes.

"No?"

She asked uncertainly, "Really?"

This reaction doesn't seem like a sign of indifference.

Fu Zhewei still didn't dare to look at her, but just stiffened his neck and repeated it again.

"No."

The sound was a few notches deeper than before.

Lin Jianxue looked at his bewildered and uncomfortable appearance, and recalled what had just happened at Carpenter Wang's house.

A mischievous smile flashed across her clear eyes.

A thought flashed through her mind.

She tilted her head, with a hint of deliberate teasing in her tone.

"Fu Zhewei,"

She whispered his name softly, with a slight rise in the ending tone.

"Are you... shy?"

Fu Zhewei: “!!!”

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