Chapter 24: It’s My Husband
Shen Zhuying pressed her lips together, unwilling to recall further.
“But that’s just how people’s encounters work, isn’t it? If I hadn’t repeated a year, I wouldn’t have gotten into Huada, wouldn’t have become friends with you, and of course, I wouldn’t be the me I am now.”
Whether she had met Fu Sizhuo or not, Shen Zhuying was satisfied with her past, her present, and her future.
What mattered most in life wasn’t the outcome, but the countless unexpected meetings and the endless continuity of things. Just like their reunion now.
Of course, she had to calmly accept everything destiny bestowed upon her.
Shen Zhuying touched her ear, thinking so.
“But back then, in our dorm night talks, we never heard you mention it.”
“At that time… I thought we would never cross paths again.” Shen Zhuying lowered her lashes, speaking softly.
The moment the two hours were up, the private room door was pushed open.
Four girls had bottles scattered all over the floor, clinging to each other and singing: “After all, we once loved each other, don’t let anyone carry wounds in their heart～”
Pei Qian held the microphone, her singing off-key and cracking, already verging on pure noise.
Fu Sizhuo scooped the limp Shen Zhuying off the sofa with one arm and asked her, “Can you walk by yourself?”
Shen Zhuying’s cheeks were flushed red. She squinted at him for a moment, then pouted. “You’re so fierce.”
The man sighed.
Helpless, he softened his tone and asked again. Shen Zhuying laughed.
Both hands wrapped around Fu Sizhuo’s neck, she buried her face against his shoulder, sniffing like a little dog, her expression full of satisfaction as she said, “That’s right, it’s my husband.”
“Husband! Where’s my husband?”
Suddenly, Li Ning jumped up beside them, startling Zhuang Xuzhi into quickly saying, “Ancestor, your husband is right here. Thank you for still remembering me.”
“Husband, you’ve really had it so hard, wuwuwuwu… when you were little you’d poop and not wipe your butt, and now you can still have such a gentle and beautiful wife like me, wuwuwuwu—”
“….”
Zhuang Xuzhi’s face turned completely black.
Among the four girls, only Li Xu was still somewhat sober. She scrambled up, trying to cover Pei Qian’s mouth.
“Stop singing, stop singing, it’s unbearable!!”
“Don’t let anyone carry wounds in their heart～” Pei Qian ignored her, continuing to belt out loudly.
“Brother, I’ll leave those two to you. I’ll take my wife back first.” Zhuang Xuzhi couldn’t hold on anymore. He greeted Fu Sizhuo, “Sorry to trouble you. Next time I’m free, drinks are on me.”
Originally, Zhuang Xuzhi had thought this cold and imposing handsome man would be difficult to get along with.
Who knew he was actually quite good at chatting, about everything under the sun, whatever the topic, he always had something insightful to say.
In just these two hours, Zhuang Xuzhi already wanted to call him brother.
Since it was his wedding night, there were still plenty of things waiting for him later, and they could more or less guess what the situation inside was like. So it was agreed beforehand that Fu Sizhuo would take the other two girls back to the hotel.
Once Zhuang Xuzhi left, Fu Sizhuo decisively snatched the microphone out of Pei Qian’s hand and tossed it onto the sofa.
He carried Shen Zhuying in his arms and cast a light glance at Li Xu. “Support her. Let’s go.”
Pei Qian had originally been about to make a fuss, but the moment she met Fu Sizhuo’s gaze, she instantly quieted down.
So scary—just like their drill instructor back in college military training.
“Reporting to the instructor!” Pei Qian snapped to attention, marched with exaggerated steps.
“I can walk by myself!”
But she was walking diagonally, and Li Xu hurriedly pulled her upright.
On the way back to the hotel, Pei Qian leaned on Li Xu, crying. “Xuxu, let me tell you a secret.”
“Don’t say it here.” Li Xu tried to cover her mouth, but Pei Qian pushed her hand away.
Pei Qian shouted loudly, “It wasn’t even me who brought up the breakup first! That dog Xu Qi cheated on me!”
“I felt embarrassed, so I didn’t tell you guys.”
Her voice choked.
“When we broke up, he said my waist wasn’t as slim as the mistress’s, and that I wasn’t charming enough.”
Li Xu fumed. “What bullshit! And how did you fight back?”
Pei Qian grew even sadder. “I couldn’t fight back, the mistress’s waist really was thinner.”
“No.”
From the passenger seat, Shen Zhuying, who had been quiet all along, suddenly resurrected. “You have to curse him back. Call him right now and curse him.”
“What do I curse him with?”
“You just say…”
At that moment, Shen Zhuying had her head lowered, fully absorbed in playing with Fu Sizhuo’s beautiful slender hand.
She twisted the silver ring on his left hand, her voice soft and innocent as she said, “Yes, yes, yes, you’re thin, you’re thin, you’re the thinnest, your dick is so thin it could apply for a Guinness World Record. Not only are you thin, you’re oh-so charming, why not consider becoming a gigolo at a bar? Oh, is it because you’re too thin, the bar wouldn’t take you?”
“…”
Pei Qian: “Holy shit, that curse feels amazing.”
Li Xu: “Missy, you…”
Your husband you’ve been secretly in love with for ten years is sitting right beside you.
She had to remind her: “Shen Zhuzhu, do you want to take a look at who’s sitting in the driver’s seat?”
Shen Zhuying turned her eyes sideways, saw Fu Sizhuo, and immediately hooked up a sweet smile. “Of course I know. My husband.”
The corner of Fu Sizhuo’s lips curved.
A drunk Shen Zhuying was actually quite cute.
At the hotel entrance, Li Xu helped Pei Qian out of the car. She cast a slightly sympathetic look at Shen Zhuying, sitting in the passenger seat, completely unaware, and silently prayed in her heart that her dear best friend would black out.
But Shen Zhuying had one strength and one weakness when it came to drinking.
The weakness, she was terrible at it, drunk after just a little.
The strength, her memory was strong, she never blacked out.
Pei Qian clutched at the car window, her eyes brimming with tears, and earnestly reminded Fu Sizhuo.
“Zhuzhu’s husband, you must treat our Zhuzhu well, okay? Our Zhuzhu, all these years… mmph…”
This time Li Xu finally managed to cover Pei Qian’s mouth, smiling politely.
“Then we’ll go in first. Thank you for bringing us back.”
After pausing a few seconds, Li Xu somehow wiped at her own tears as well.
“You must treat our Zhuzhu well. Otherwise, even if I become a ghost overseas, I won’t let you off.”
“…”
“Mm.” Fu Sizhuo hesitated briefly. He turned his head, glanced at Shen Zhuying, who was still seriously fiddling with the ring on his hand, and his gaze softened. “I will.”
——
Back at Qingfeng Garden, Fu Sizhuo had already asked Auntie Li to prepare sobering soup in advance.
He placed Shen Zhuying onto the sofa.
The soup in Auntie Li’s hands was just the right temperature. She was about to feed it when she heard Fu Sizhuo say,
“I’ll feed her. In a moment, I’ll have to trouble you to help Zhuzhu wipe down and remove her makeup.”
“Alright.” Auntie Li’s face was full of relief. These days, she had watched with her own eyes as Sir and Madam’s relationship grew better and better.
Fu Sizhuo took off his suit jacket, tugged his tie loose, picked up the sobering soup from the coffee table, and half-squatted in front of her. Scooping up a spoonful, he said, “Shen Zhuying, drink the soup.”
Shen Zhuying stared at the bowl before her, stayed quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly snatched it over.
Gulp gulp—
In just a few seconds, her palm-sized face lifted from the bowl, her eyes shining brightly, wearing a look of “please praise me.”
“Fu Sizhuo, I finished it. Aren’t I amazing?”
Fu Sizhuo, holding the last spoonful of soup by her lips, helplessly raised a brow. “Mm, amazing.”
Once Auntie Li had helped her remove her makeup and wipe her clean, Shen Zhuying hugged the blanket, the corners of her lips curved, seemingly sound asleep.
Fu Sizhuo stood outside the door for a moment, then quietly closed it.
When he returned to his bedroom, his shirt was half unbuttoned when a sudden work call came through.
By the time he hung up, it was nearly two in the morning. Fu Sizhuo rubbed his temples.
In the darkness of that weary night, he heard a soft, timid voice come from the doorway.
“Fu Sizhuo.”
