Jiang Luoluo snapped, “Then go ahead and kill him, if you want.”
His soft voice turned hoarse at the end, the words said without conviction.
Fu Tingchuan watched him silently for a few seconds, his brows furrowed, uncertain why.
Jiang Luoluo pursed his lips, cheeks puffed out like he was a little bun in anger
His eyes were red and moist as he glared at Fu Tingchuan.
Inside, Fu Tingchuan sighed. He wanted to reach out and stroke Jiang Luoluo’s head. He wanted to pull him into a hug and kiss him all over.
But he was afraid that would spoil him too much.
Jiang Luoluo’s defiance only to grow; he felt even more unafraid and acted with even less restraint.
Fu Tingchuan’s gaze swept over Jiang Luoluo’s face before quickly looking away.
Feeling ignored, Jiang Luoluo’s heart turned sour. Combined with his physical discomfort, it made him feel frustrated and wronged. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
Before, he had thought the boss Fu Tingchuan, was extreme.
Now, it seemed the gentle second personality of Fu Tingchuan was even worse.
At least the boss Fu Tingchuan would hold him and comfort him after such things, saying words that made his heart flutter.
But the second personality of Fu Tingchuan would take what he wanted and then act like nothing happened, without even sparing a gentle glance Jiang’s way.
Eyes burning with tears, Jiang Luoluo lifted his hand to wipe away his tears.
Dog man! he thought. They’re all dog men! There’s not a single good one among them!
He angrily kicked off the blanket and got out of bed. As soon as his feet touched the carpet, he stumbled, nearly falling to his knees. He managed to stay upright only by grabbing onto the bed frame.
But men always care about their appearance. How could he admit defeat now? He’d say goodbye and never speak to that dog of a man Fu Tingchuan again!
Jiang Luoluo had just taken a step forward when he suddenly froze.
His mouth gaped slightly, fists clenching in disbelief as he slowly looked down—
Jiang Luoluo’s face reddened rapidly, his entire body feeling like it was on fire. His lips trembled, and when he spoke, his words stumbled from his mouth:
“F-Fu Tingchuan, y-y-you…”
He couldn’t say such words.
Embarrassed and angry, Jiang Luoluo pointed at Fu Tingchuan with a trembling finger.
“Why… you knew this would make me sick…”
Fu Tingchuan pulled back the quilt, got off the bed, and walked around to face Jiang Luoluo. Then he lifted his little wife back into the quilt.
“I’m not like him,” Fu Tingchuan said coldly. “I won’t let you sleep like this, and I won’t make you sick. I’ll take care of you.”
Jiang Luoluo huddled against the headboard, wrapping the quilt tightly around himself.
Fu Tingchuan sat down next to him, looking annoyed.
“If he can stay inside, why can’t I?”
“Do you really like him that much? Can’t marry him, so you marry someone who looks just like him? Is he that great?”
“Jiang Luoluo, you’re already a married man with a husband. Why keep doing this over and over?”
Before he answered, Fu Tingchuan suddenly changed the subject, pointing towards the window:
“Can you tell where we are?”
The electric curtains drew open to reveal a spacious floor-to-ceiling window. Beyond it, the endless navy blue sea stretched out.
Golden sand extended into the distance, and rolling white waves crashed against the beach, leaving stranded shells and small fish shimmering on the sun-kissed shore.
Jiang Luoluo glanced at the beach and then returned his gaze to Fu Tingchuan.
Fu Tingchuan was also watching him closely.
The person before him had stopped crying, but fresh tears still marked his face. His soft lips were pressed together tightly as if he’d suffered a great injustice.
The urge to gently stroke his head stirred in Fu Tingchuan’s heart, only to be swiftly suppressed again.
“A while back, you said you wanted to go to the beach and play in the water. Your husband is going to give you what you want.”
Fu Tingchuan looked at him and said, “This seaside villa is brand new, just bought by me. I’ll stay with you here, spending our honeymoon until you figure out who you should really love…”
“Until then, you’re not allowed anywhere except my side.”
“As for that man, don’t even think about him. You won’t have a chance to see him again.” Fu Tingchuan’s expression turned cold.
Jiang Luoluo looked at him with tear-filled eyes and whispered, “That’s not necessarily true.”
Fu Tingchuan’s expression changed abruptly. The suppressed anger in his eyes boiled over again, jealousy threatening to tear him apart.
Still not enough?
Even like this, he still wants to see that adulterer?
Those moist almond eyes shifted. Jiang Luoluo gazed directly at Fu Tingchuan’s face, his soft voice carrying a hint of hoarseness:
“If I didn’t take the initiative to see him, but he came to see me…”
Fu Tingchuan glanced around and furrowed his brows even more deeply. He looked at Jiang Luoluo and asked, “What do you want to explain? That you have a split personality?”
Fu Tingchuan scoffed coldly. “No way. You’re not telling me there are two people inside your body: one who fell for him and another who married me, right?”
Seeing the disbelief on Fu Tingchuan’s face, Jiang Luoluo suddenly stopped being angry. Instead, he grinned mischievously at Fu Tingchuan, his eyes curving like a crafty little fox. He gloated, “Why don’t you try swapping every ‘you’ in that sentence with ‘I’?”
As the words faded away, Jiang Luoluo hugged a pillow, draping his arms over it as he watched Fu Tingchuan.
Fu Tingchuan’s usually cold and collected face cracked open slightly. His brows knitted together, and his deep black eyes flashed with a mix of confusion, shock, and denial. His sharp jawline tensed visibly.
His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Seeming a bit flustered now, Fu Tingchuan’s breathing quickened. Then, with a sudden “Whoosh,” he sprang to his feet.
“What did you say?”
Jiang Luoluo tilted his head back to look up at him. “Didn’t you want to know—who that man was who cheated on you?”
His round little face wore a sweet smile. Jiang Luoluo propped his elbows on a large pillow, chin resting in his cupped hands. “Have you never suspected anything?” he asked. “The two of you look almost exactly alike.”
“And you often lose track of your memories. You always feel like you’ve forgotten something,” he added.
Jiang Luoluo tilted his head, his big, watery eyes blinking thoughtfully. “Fu Tingchuan,” he teased, “how fun is it to cheat on yourself?”
Half an hour later.
Jiang Luoluo sat in a hanging chair, watching Fu Tingchuan video chat with someone across from him.
In his lap was a small basket of pale pink pearls. He used them to playfully interrupt Fu Tingchuan. Every time Fu Tingchuan said something, he picked up a pearl and gave it a loud clunk into the nearby ceramic vase.
If the pearl went straight in, it made a soft thump. But if it missed the opening and hit the vase’s side, it bounced off onto the floor, sending it rolling noisily across the room.
Afterward.
Who made Fu Tingchuan so annoying?
Fu Tingchuan wouldn’t even let him rest. He carried Jiang Luoluo around like a lucky charm, bringing him everywhere he went.
In any case, I have to stay in his line of sight.
Jiang Luoluo searched through the basket of pearls, picked out the largest one, and with a flick of his small hand, tossed it away. Then, he unrelentingly continued to make trouble for Fu Tingchuan.
Fu Tingchuan only gave him a mild glance, his face still wearing that courteous smile. Polite as ever, he asked the person on the video:
“Then, Professor Bian, how can I get rid of the extra personality inside my body?”
Jiang Luoluo’s mischief paused for a moment. He pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation.
Professor Bian laughed heartily. “Mr. Fu, why are you still stuck on this issue?”
“I’ve already explained it to you last time. Trying to separate and eliminate a personality without proper knowledge is truly dangerous and can harm your body. Besides, if the other personality finds out about such attempts, it might lead to a desperate, self-destructive counterattack. The consequences could be unimaginable…”
“That’s why I still recommend talking to the second personality. Discuss the issue of controlling this body first. Then we can decide whether to keep both personalities separate or merge them…”
With that, he ended the video call.
Another pink pearl bounced over, clinking along until it came to a stop at Fu Tingchuan’s feet.
Fu Tingchuan closed his laptop and looked up at his sulky little wife sitting across from him.
Jiang Luoluo met his gaze, let out a huff, then turned his face away, leaving Fu Tingchuan with only a round view of his head.
Fu Tingchuan bent down and picked up the pearl. It rolled around in his palm, its smooth pink surface gleaming like ripe cherries.
He sat down next to Jiang Luoluo, gently turned his face towards him, and asked, “Did you hear everything?”
Jiang Luoluo said with a stubborn air, “I didn’t hear much at first, but you insisted I listen.”
Fu Tingchuan gazed at him, his eyes deep like the ocean. “So you know he wanted to kill me and take you for himself?”
Jiang Luoluo’s aggressive attitude suddenly wilted. “He wouldn’t kill you. You’re already one person.”
Fu Tingchuan looked straight into Jiang Luoluo’s eyes. “Then what about you? If it’s decided only one of us can stay, and we have to fight to the death for this body, who do you hope makes it?”
Jiang Luoluo tightened his grip on the pearls, and a misty moisture quickly welled up in his eyes. He lowered his lashes, their long fringes trembling with unease, and spoke in a tiny voice:
“I don’t want you two to fight to the death…”
Putting aside the task at hand, both of Fu Tingchuan’s personalities genuinely cared for him. He couldn’t bear to see them turn on each other.
Fu Tingchuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he reluctantly asked, “What if we have to choose just one?”
No sooner had the words left his lips than he saw two large tears roll off Jiang Luoluo’s lowered lashes, falling straight into the basket of pearls…
T/N:
Fu Tingchuan: “Who do you want to keep? Me or him?”
Jiang Luoluo: “I—” (╥﹏╥) “I want… unlimited retries!”
Translator: Same, Luoluo, same. But reality is cruel, and retries don’t come free. Neither do late-night translation snacks. 😭☕
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Finally!! The misunderstanding is cleared up! Damn, this gong is really giving me a headache, with his crazy fantasies