SKS Chapter 36

Chapter 36: It’s You

Fu Sizhuo turned the steering wheel, stopping the car by the roadside. He covered his eyes with his hand and suddenly started laughing.

He laughed with a half-dimple, his voice clear and youthful.
“Shen Zhuying… you really are…”

He seemed hit a funny nerve. His tone was extremely indulgent.

Shen Zhuying stared at him, also laughing out loud.

She seemed to see the Fu Sizhuo of sixteen years old.
The unrestrained Fu Sizhuo.

She remembered Dong Zhuojia’s eyes looking at her then. Eyes full of longing and dissatisfaction.

That midsummer night wind of sixteen years old. The boy’s lively hair tips and lifted white clothes corners. How many people’s hearts did it quietly enter?

How many people’s secrets did it become, hidden in hearts, unspoken?

“Hey, Fu Sizhuo, do you know why I just opened the window to let the wind in?” Shen Zhuying asked with a mysterious look.

“Why?” Fu Sizhuo stopped laughing.

“Because the wind blowing just now was summer’s wind!” Shen Zhuying propped her chin, her eyes and brows curved.

“Even if that’s so—”

Fu Sizhuo looked away, laughing uncontrollably.

He tended to laugh easily in front of her.

“—you still have to wear two layers of autumn pants for me tomorrow.”

“Fu Sizhuo!!!”

Shen Zhuying threw the pink pig plush pillow from the passenger seat at him.

“You’re so stupid!!”

Fu Sizhuo understood the true meaning of her words that day, and her girl’s heart beating with excitement and unease, on some later day.

But unfortunately.

Fu Sizhuo at this time couldn’t read her every hesitant expression.

—

When they returned to the room, Huang Yixuan sent her several messages in a row.

【Huang Yixuan】: Zhuzhu! Go check the Affiliated Middle School forum!!

【Huang Yixuan】: The Affiliated Middle School forum is flooded with posts about the Moutai liquor your man sent. Hahahahaha so cool.

【Huang Yixuan】: I didn’t expect He Yiming (Class He) to be like this! I formally announce, today I turn from black to road for Zhou Qingqing, and from micro-fan to carbon black for He Yiming!!!

What a colorful mess.

Shen Zhuying laughed uncontrollably.

She opened the Affiliated Middle School forum mini-program.

What she saw was a string of posts—

【XiXi Loves Slapping Some Fools】: Thanks to Shen Zhuying’s husband Fu Sizhuo for sending the Flying Moutai liquor［rose］［rose］

【Peter Pan Won’t Grow Up】: Thanks to Shen Zhuying’s husband Fu Sizhuo for sending the Flying Moutai liquor［rose］［rose］

【Ancient Wind Boyfriend Bald Strong】: Thanks to Shen Zhuying’s husband Fu Sizhuo for sending the Flying Moutai liquor［rose］［rose］

A group of people seemed to have agreed, flooding the forum together. Occasionally mixed in were bewildered comments from passersby: I seem to have stumbled into some domineering CEO pleasure-reading slapping scene.

【Huang Yixuan】: Are you feeling satisfied?

Shen Zhuying switched back to the WeChat page. 【Muzi Manying】: It’s okay.

【Huang Yixuan】:［Don’t play cool with me] jpg.

【Muzi Manying】: I’m dying laughing, hehe.

She was lying.
Last time seeing those comments, she actually cared a lot inside.

Shen Zhuying deleted the APP after looking last time. Now she downloaded it again, looking smug as she read and laughed.

Laughing, laughing, she saw her own face in the phone screen.
Her smile immediately faded.

Tsk.

Why did she look like a cute and charming villain role.

—

Meanwhile that night, Qi University Lawyer (Qi Zhou), recently successful at work and even more so in love, also received Fu Si Zhuo’s relentless harassment.

The first call was hung up by Qi Zhou.

Fu Sizhuo didn’t change expression, called again.

Hung up three times in a row. The fourth time, it was finally answered.

“Don’t you and your wife have a night life?” Qi Zhou’s voice had some impatience.

Fu Sizhuo sat alone in the cold study, calmly saying, “Let me introduce you to a case.”

“Just this? Next time call me on my work phone,” Qi Zhou replied.

Fu Sizhuo’s brow bone lifted slightly. “You’re not at the law firm now.”

“Right,” Qi Zhou responded. “So it’s not working hours either.”

There was a “dong” sound.

He hung up the phone.

“……”

Fu Sizhuo wasn’t anxious. He placed the phone face down on the wooden table, waiting quietly, his gaze fixed on the computer.

The computer emitted a blue glow. On it was a document he had just obtained.

Probably two minutes passed.

The phone rang.

It was Qi Zhou calling. He pressed to answer.

“Spit it out quick,” Qi Zhou said impatiently.

“Prosecute someone. Di Feng Group’s deputy director. If we investigate his finances, how many years could he get?”

“Di Feng Group, huh?” Qi Zhou’s tone had a few more thoughtful notes.
“How many years do you want him to get?”

“Within your capability, as many years as possible,” Fu Sizhuo said, lowering his gaze. His eyelashes cast shadows below.

“Tsk, so ruthless,” Qi Zhou said lazily, also laughing. “But I like it.”

He said, “Send me the documents. In three months, come get the result.”

—

Probably three days after the alumni gathering, Shen Zhuying’s flower shop welcomed a special guest.

Zhou Qinqin stepped in wearing high heels, looking arrogant. She cleared her throat, asked a bit awkwardly, “What kinds of flowers do you have here?”

“We have all kinds. What do you want? If we don’t have it, I can mix one for you,” Shen Zhuying said with official politeness.

“Cough cough…” Zhou Qinqin casually glanced around, pointing at the pomegranate flowers in the corner, “I’ll take those. Package them all. And…”

She put her bag on the seat by the window. “Also a cappuccino.”

Shen Zhuying didn’t expect that one day she’d be sitting face-to-face peacefully with her high school arch-rival, quietly drinking the same coffee.

Even though the so-called arch-rival seemed to be Zhou Qinqin’s one-sided targeting all along.

“Okay, actually I still kinda hate you till now,” Zhou Qinqin muttered with furrowed brows.
“So likable.”

“Okay, actually I still kinda like you till now,” Shen Zhuying smiled lightly, raising her eyebrows.
“So pretty.”

Zhou Qinqin covered her face, laughing covertly.

“Do you know why I targeted you back in high school?”

“Yeah, I know,” Shen Zhuying said. “I was too likable.”

“That was part of it. A more important reason was, I really liked that scum He Yiming back then. After all, he was quite good at pretending, you know.”

Shen Zhuying nodded in agreement.

“I threw up that night I went back… just because I thought about how I liked that idiot He Yiming in high school.”

Zhou Qinqin shook her head. “So embarrassing. Liking He Yiming was one of the most embarrassing… no… the second most embarrassing thing I’ve done in life.”

“What was the first most embarrassing thing? Can I ask?”

“Sure,” Zhou Qinqin said. “Throwing away the flowers you gave me.”

“I thought back then… the whole class got them. Later I found out you only gave them to people you got along with.”

“Yeah,” Shen Zhuying said sincerely again.
“I told you I’m obsessed with your looks.”

Otherwise she wouldn’t have been warmly attaching herself to such a cold rear for so long.

“Hehe.” Zhou Qinqin laughed outright covering her face. “My face is pretty decent, huh.”

“You bet,” Shen Zhuying said again. “Do you know what the most embarrassing thing I’ve done is?”

“What?”

“After high school graduation, that scum He Yiming confessed to me. Though I didn’t agree, I was still moved to tears, two drops.”

“That’s… really embarrassing for you.”

Outside the window, the sun rose eastward. Inside, the pomegranate flowers bloomed vividly. Light and warmth arrived together.

Both girls laughed.

When Zhou Qinqin left, she took only one pomegranate flower branch. She didn’t pay. It was a gift from Shen Zhuying.

Shen Zhuying said to her, “Every pomegranate flower is unique. Of course I’d give them to my unique good friends.”

Aww, Zhou Qinqin was starting to hate Shen Zhuying again.

Why is she so likable!!!

The likable Shen Zhuying, when Fu Sizhuo came to pick her up in the afternoon, casually gave him a pomegranate flower branch.

Fu Sizhuo stared at the pomegranate flower for a long time, asked thoughtfully, “You giving this to me?”

“Yeah,” Shen Zhuying said, nervously clutching the pink pig plush.
“It’s the first time you’ve gotten a pomegranate flower, right.”

“No,” Fu Sizhuo turned his head, looking her up and down again.
“Second time.”

“Probably in sophomore year of high school, a girl also gave me a pomegranate flower.”

“But it was dark back then. I didn’t really notice her looks.”

Just…

Fu Sizhuo suddenly recalled the bunch of words that girl said back then…

He suddenly looked straight at her, his eyes sharp and vivid. “What’s wrong?” Shen Zhuying dodged his gaze.

“It was you,” he finally said firmly, two words.

“Shen Zhuying, that girl, it was you.”