Fu Zhewei's ears turned even redder after hearing her question, as if they were about to bleed.
He stiffened his neck and looked around, not daring to look at her.
When Lin Jianxue saw his expression, she knew that she was right.
"Why are you shy?"
"I just want to ask Comrade Wang for some gifts."
"Look, aren't those two little stools quite practical?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhawei suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Jianxue's smiling face.
She...she actually said it so lightly?
He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled, and he didn't know what to say.
She told Carpenter Wang in front of him that she wanted to marry him.
What if that word gets out and others really misunderstand it?
Her reputation...does she still want it?
Fu Zhawei felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart.
He walked for a long time before he managed to utter a few words.
The sound was still muffled.
“…others will gossip.”
Lin Jianxue blinked, and looked into his eyes with her clear eyes.
"Oh, you're worried about that?"
She nodded as if suddenly understanding.
Then she smiled lightly and nonchalantly.
"Let them say whatever they want. I don't care."
After she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly remember something, paused, and looked at her master hesitantly.
"Uh… do you care?"
Only then did she realize that if she said that, Fu Zhawei might be unhappy.
After all, being involved with a divorced woman...
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhawei's brows suddenly furrowed.
He looked at Lin Jianxue deeply, his eyes were complicated and difficult to read.
"Of course I don't care!"
How could he not care?
He abruptly turned his gaze away to look at the distant ridge of the field, and his voice deepened.
"But you're a girl, and if you get involved with me, and Carpenter Wang spreads those words..."
"Do you still want your reputation?"
As a grown man and a "gangster", he no longer cares about his reputation.
But she is different.
Lin Jianxue felt relieved to see that he didn't really seem angry about her behavior, but was worried about her reputation.
She shrugged lightly, her expression still calm.
He picked up a piece of dogtail grass from the roadside and shook it in his hand.
She took a step forward and continued walking forward.
"I don't mind."
Her voice was light and airy, like foxtail grass swaying in the wind.
"I'm a divorced woman. My reputation has probably been bad for a long time, right?"
Fu Zhewei was following behind her, and when he heard her words, he stopped abruptly.
His tall figure froze in place, his brows furrowed tightly.
What's wrong with divorce?
He didn't like her belittling herself like this.
He caught up with her in a few steps and walked side by side with her.
"What's wrong with divorce?"
His voice was deeper than before, with a barely perceptible hint of anger.
"It's not murder or arson, it's against the will of heaven."
"Why does it have a bad reputation?"
Lin Jianxue paused.
She turned around in surprise and looked at the man beside her.
In the sunlight, his angular face was full of seriousness and indignation.
Those deep eyes were also locked on her at this moment, filled with emotions that she could not quite understand, but which made her heart move inexplicably.
She stared at him several times, as if she wanted to carve his current expression into her heart.
Then she lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids.
She asked cautiously and tentatively:
"Fu Zhewei..."
"If...if you like that girl, she's divorced and came to you with her child..."
"Will you... accept her?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhawei's body suddenly stopped, as if he was frozen in place by something.
The resentment and seriousness on his face froze in an instant.
After several seconds, he slowly turned his head and looked at Lin Jianxue.
The sunlight was a little dazzling, and he squinted slightly.
Those eyes, which were originally filled with complex emotions, now became extremely deep, like an ancient well with no bottom to be seen.
Lin Jianxue's heart couldn't help but tighten.
She held her breath, waiting for his answer.
Fu Zhewei's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
He opened his thin lips slightly, and his voice was so faint that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.
"No."
These three words fell clearly into Lin Jianxue's ears.
The cautious curve at the corner of Lin Jianxue's lips froze in an instant.
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