Chapter 25: Come Here
Fu Sizhuo turned around.
Silver moonlight spilled down outside the window.
And the young girl stood at the doorway, hugging a pillow.
She was barefoot, rubbing her eyes in confusion, and said, “Fu Sizhuo, I want to sleep with you.”
Fu Sizhuo walked over, frowned, and asked, “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”
“Forgot.” Shen Zhuying tilted her head up at him, her face serious, and repeated, “Fu Sizhuo, I want to sleep with you.”
“No.” Fu Sizhuo uttered the word lightly.
Then he turned, fetched his own slippers, placed them in front of her, and said patiently, “Shen Zhuying, put the slippers on, then go back to your own room. Do you know the way to your room?”
Shen Zhuying looked at him strangely. “Fu Sizhuo, are you my husband?”
Fu Sizhuo sighed. “Of course.”
“Then husband and wife are supposed to live in the same room.”
After she said that, she didn’t wait for Fu Sizhuo to respond.
Thump thump thump, she went straight to his bed, lifted the blanket, and lay down, leaving only her little head showing. With a well-behaved look, she said, “Fu Sizhuo, I sleep very well, you don’t need to worry.”
Fu Sizhuo crossed his arms, leaned against the doorframe, and watched her for a while. Then suddenly, he laughed.
A drunk Shen Zhuying was truly far too amusing.
“Husband, your smile is so beautiful, like the forsythia blossoms drifting in the breeze of early spring. No wonder you could become my husband.” Her mouth was unbearably sweet.
“Do you like me, or do you like this face of mine?” Fu Sizhuo felt like teasing her a bit.
“Both.”
“You can only choose one.”
Shen Zhuying struggled for quite a while, but still insisted: “Both.”
Fu Sizhuo leaned against the door, the buttons of his black shirt undone halfway, revealing his sexy collarbone and firm, clean chest muscles. His smile looked a bit roguish, yet also lazy.
As if it was all just lightly brushed past, not placed in his heart.
“Greedy little thing,” he said.
“I just like both.” Shen Zhuying’s face was solemn. “You’re my second favorite boy.”
The smile on the man’s face slowly faded. “There’s also a first favorite?”
He enunciated each word: “Who is it?”
“It’s just…” Shen Zhuying frowned, thought for a bit, then shook her head.
“I can’t say.”
“Why can’t you say?” Fu Sizhuo walked to the bedside, lowered his gaze to look at her. “Aren’t we husband and wife?”
“But…”
“Between husband and wife there shouldn’t be secrets, right?” His expression seemed faintly hurt. “But now Zhuzhu has a secret and won’t tell me.”
“That’s true…” Shen Zhuying bit her lip, suddenly feeling like she was being too mean.
“But it’s alright.”
Fu Sizhuo bent down, touched her head, and a broad expanse of firm, sensual muscles came right into her line of sight.
Shen Zhuying’s eyes went blank staring at it, but Fu Sizhuo seemed unaware, speaking considerately: “If Zhuzhu doesn’t want to say, it’s fine. Everyone has their own…”
“W-wait a second.” Shen Zhuying hesitated only for a moment, then pointed at Fu Sizhuo’s abs and said weakly, “If you let me touch them, I’ll tell you.”
Truly, lust gives rise to courage.
Fu Sizhuo’s smile was full of hidden meaning.
He fixed his gaze on her, unhurriedly unbuttoning the last two buttons, revealing clean, solid abs piece by piece.
“Come, touch.” He was still in his suit pants, half-kneeling on the bed, looking down at her from above.
Shen Zhuying peeked at him cautiously.
She stretched out one finger, poked tentatively. Seeing that Fu Sizhuo didn’t react, she finally grew bold and laid her whole hand on him.
Firm, yet soft.
The texture felt wonderful.
Shen Zhuying squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
“Now can you tell me, Zhuzhu?” The man’s voice had deepened, husky, swirling through the small bedroom with a bewitching power. “Who is the man you liked first?”
“The man I liked first…” Shen Zhuying’s sluggish mind mulled it over for a few seconds, then she whispered, “It’s Classmate A.”
“And who is Classmate A?”
“Classmate A is the man I liked first.” Shen Zhuying gave him a look that said, Why are you so dumb?
“…”
“Zhuzhu, you know that’s not what I mean.”
He slowly leaned down, bracing both hands beside her pillow, forcefully enclosing her in his territory, yet his tone was coaxing. “What I’m asking is… what’s Classmate A’s name?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Under the dim yellow light, the man’s features were deep, his face sculpted with smooth lines, amber pupils glimmering with starlight, enough to draw someone in.
Like a beautiful poppy flower.
Shen Zhuying instinctively sensed danger.
In a flash, she yanked back the hand she had placed on his abs, then dove entirely under the blanket, muffling out a voice, “That costs extra!”
“What else does Zhuzhu want to touch?” Not having gotten an answer, Fu Sizhuo, somehow, felt a restless irritation rise in his chest.
He drew in a deep breath, struggling to keep his voice calm.
“Don’t want to touch anymore.” Shen Zhuying was still under the blanket.
“I want to sleep now, you can leave.”
“If I’m not mistaken…” Fu Sizhuo finally stood, carefully buttoning his shirt again, restoring his usual ascetic coldness. Yet his tone carried a hint of teasing ambiguity.
“Madam Fu, this seems to be my room.”
“That’s true…” Shen Zhuying hesitated for a moment, then became more polite. “Then I’m going to sleep now, please leave.”
“…”
He couldn’t help but laugh in anger. “But husband and wife, aren’t they supposed to sleep in the same room?”
“I was talking nonsense…”
“…Fu Sizhuo, go out.” Shen Zhuying didn’t know how to answer him this time, so she could only speak in a tone both shyly angry and unreasonably stubborn.
Her voice was soft and coquettish, tugging at the man’s gaze until it darkened, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down.
“Madam Fu, you still owe me an answer.” Fu Sizhuo lifted his suit jacket, patted it twice, his tone carrying a hint of dominance mixed with nonchalance.
“Tomorrow, when you’re sober, I’ll come to collect it.”
“Good night.”
He walked out of the bedroom and slowly closed the door.
——
When Shen Zhuying woke up, she found herself lying in Fu Sizhuo’s room.
But that wasn’t the worst of it.
Scenes from last night played back in her mind like film frames, one after another, clear and vivid.
Boom—
Shen Zhuying felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck straight between her brows.
She couldn’t help but let out a wail.
The sky was falling.
She wanted to drag out the drunk version of herself from last night and give her a good beating.
She knew perfectly well what she was like when drunk, so why did she still have to drink!!!
The only thing she could feel relieved about now was that she had restrained herself and hadn’t gone so far as to forcibly pounce on him.
Mm.
Shen Zhuying stared at her right hand, the very one that had touched the man’s abs, and let out a silent sigh.
You’ve really got some nerve.
Dragging herself, she finished washing up, tied her hair into a lively high bun, and used one hand to pull the corners of her lips upward, forcing out a smile.
It’s fine. Just take things lightly.
In life, aside from life and death, everything else is trivial.
Until, after putting on a light touch of makeup, she had just gone downstairs when she saw Fu Sizhuo calmly sitting in the living room, drinking tea and reading the newspaper.
This was serious.
She turned at once, wanting to run.
“Shen Zhuying.” Fu Sizhuo put down his teacup. Clack— a crisp sound, his voice steady as ever.
“Come here.”
