TYMRHBDES Chapter 40

Everything happened so suddenly that Jiang Luoluo didn’t have time to move.

Fu Tingchuan’s Second Personality propped himself up slightly, frowning at their awkward position.

“What does he think he’s doing?”

Jiang Luoluo: “……”

Fu Tingchuan tilted his head, fragments of the other man’s memories flashing through his mind. His expression stiffened, and for the first time, his usually refined and abstemious face wore an indescribable look. He even swore under his breath, an unprecedented act.

Regaining his composure, he leaned down to look at Jiang Luoluo on the bed, gently smoothing the crumpled skirt.

“It’s my fault, darling. Don’t wear skirts in front of him again. That man is no good.”

“From now on, you’ll only wear skirts for me.”

As he spoke, Fu Tingchuan reached under Jiang Luoluo’s skirt and retrieved the two “escaped pearls.”

The pink pearls glowed softly in his palm, rolling with each movement. Fu Tingchuan glanced at them briefly, his thin lips tightening as if he’d imagined something too scandalous.

His suddenly flushed neck betrayed his true thoughts.

A soft little hand touched Fu Tingchuan’s earlobe. Jiang Luoluo let out a small “Oh!” “You’re blushing!”

Fu Tingchuan turned to look at him. Jiang Luoluo’s delicate, pale face was tilted upward, his bright, sparkling eyes fixed on Fu Tingchuan with an innocent expression.

Fu Tingchuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed several times. He opened his palm, revealing the pearl, and placed it before Jiang Luoluo.

“Do you know what would have happened just now if I hadn’t intervened?”

Jiang Luo Luo shook his head.

But given Fu Tingchuan’s domineering personality, it was unlikely he’d do anything proper.

Fu Tingchuan’s Second Personality stared at Jiang Luoluo with deep, unfathomable eyes, placing two pearls before her. “He wants to put these in.”

Jiang Luoluo froze for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant. Her face flushed crimson, and she pushed his palm away with both hands. “No, no, no…”

Fu Tingchuan tossed the pearls into the basket, his large hand resting on Jiang Luoluo’s head in a soothing gesture.

“Don’t be afraid.”

He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Luoluo’s forehead, seizing the opportunity to slander his rival:

“I’m not that twisted. I definitely wouldn’t do anything so excessive to you…”

Ten minutes later—

Jiang Luoluo huddled in the corner of the bed, pulling the small blanket over himself. His nerves were so frayed that he almost stammered:

“D-d-don’t come any closer!”

The other man’s laughter was gentle, his refined face radiating affection. “Darling, do you want to do it yourself, or should your husband help you?”

He reached out, his palm revealing a fluffy, pink-tipped tail.

Jiang Luoluo was on the verge of tears. Fu Tingchuan’s Second Personality had always been so gentle! Why had he turned into this…?

He watched helplessly as the small blanket covering him was slowly pulled away…

Then he saw Fu Tingchuan grasp his ankle…

I don’t know how long it had been, but the scorching sunlight outside had faded. The sun had set, and the evening glow painted the sea, its shimmering surface reflecting the light back through the window.

A large hand landed on his waist again. Jiang Luoluo, huddled under the covers, tried to scoot to the other side of the bed, but the hand quickly reeled him back.

His small face buried in the blankets, his voice choked with tears, Jiang Luoluo wailed, “Wuuu… Fu Tingchuan, you’re the worst!”

A large hand wrapped around his arm, flipping him over. Fu Tingchuan’s deep voice held a hint of amusement. “Oh? He finished everything and ran off, and now I’m the worst?”

Jiang Luoluo tilted his head slightly, peering at the man through the gap between his fingers and the blankets.

The domineering CEO, Fu Tingchuan, wore a half-smile as he pulled the covers off Jiang Luoluo. He let out a soft “tsk.”

“This reckless brute who only knows how to charge headfirst…”

Jiang Luoluo burrowed deeper under the covers.

Fu Tingchuan leaned closer, following his movement. “Compared to me, isn’t he far inferior?”

Jiang Luoluo opened his round eyes wide. “…”

*He doesn’t actually think he’s good at this, does he?!*

*Last place laughing at second-to-last place???*

Looking at the bewildered man under the covers, his big eyes blinked, clearly unimpressed by Fu Tingchuan’s words.

Fu Tingchuan chuckled softly. “Darling, don’t look at me with such skepticism. It’ll break your husband’s heart.”

As he spoke, his tall figure loomed over Jiang Luoluo.

His shoulders were gripped, and he heard Fu Tingchuan’s voice in his ear:

“How about we let our darling be the judge? That way, it’ll be fair.”

“Let’s see who’s truly superior—him or me.”

That night, in the early hours of the morning, a private car drove along the avenue and into Lin Hai Villa.

“Low fever,” the private doctor concluded, quickly writing a prescription and handing it to Fu Tingchuan before hurrying away again.

In the soft bedding, Jiang Luoluo, having taken his medicine, rested one hand under his cheek, breathing evenly and soundly asleep.

Tears still clung to his eyelashes, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Fu Tingchuan reached out to stroke his face, tucked the blanket around him, and shut himself in the bathroom.

The overhead light cast a harsh glare on the man’s clearly displeased face.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror. “How old are you? How old is he? Don’t you have any compassion for him?”

The reflection raised an eyebrow and sneered. “You’re the one showing compassion? That tail on the sofa—did you bring it from the villa? I didn’t even use it, yet you’re the one who’s been thinking about it.”

“He’s my wife. Everything we do is supposed to be natural. You’re the outsider here,” the man replied calmly.

“Your wife?” A soft laugh echoed through the air. “When did you get married? Who issued your marriage certificate? How can you prove he’s your wife? Just by saying so?”

The air hung silent for a moment.

The clear, arrogant voice continued, “I met him first, and we were together first. How dare you, a latecomer, question our relationship? Besides, he gave his first time to me.”

The expressionless face in the mirror remained cold, as if completely ignoring the deliberate provocation.

“I don’t want to argue with you. Let’s agree on three rules: From today until he’s fully recovered, neither of us touches him.”

Fu Tingchuan, the domineering CEO, instinctively started to retort, but a fleeting image of Jiang Luoluo’s pale face flashed through his mind. He changed his words. “Fine. I’ll take care of him tonight—”

Before he could finish the sentence, the handsome, sharp face under the lamplight showed a momentary widening of the pupils.

But it quickly returned to its usual calm.

The Second Personality of Fu Tingchuan looked at his reflection in the mirror and said slowly, “I don’t trust you to handle this.”

Fu Tingchuan pushed open the door, took a thermometer, and checked the temperature of the person in the bed. Seeing it return to normal, the furrow between his brows finally relaxed.

He lifted the covers and gently cradled Jiang Luoluo in his arms, slowly drifting off to sleep.

This time, Jiang Luoluo took several days to fully recover. Fortunately, neither of Fu Tingchuan’s personalities bothered him during this period, only occasionally kissing his cheek.

Fu Tingchuan’s distant and polite demeanor made Jiang Luoluo feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The seaside in July was perfect. A gentle breeze carried the scent of the sea, making everything feel incredibly refreshing.

The marks on his body had faded. Jiang Luoluo changed into a short-sleeved shirt.

Wearing shorts, Jiang Luoluo was led by Fu Tingchuan to the beach.

Fu Tingchuan opened a bottle of ice-cold beer and took a sip, watching Jiang Luoluo build a sandcastle nearby. He shook his head with a smile.

A whistle sounded from behind him. Fu Tingchuan turned around to see Qin Zheng, whom he hadn’t seen in days.

“I was wondering where you’d disappeared to! Turns out you were hiding here!”

Qin Zheng was holding a bikini-clad beauty in his arms. He removed his sunglasses and sized up Fu Tingchuan. “Seriously? You’re at the beach dressed so formally? Why are you dressed like you’re going to the office?”