SKS Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Spoiling You

Shen Zhuying’s eyes slowly widened.

She… got exposed this fast.

Completely unexpected.

“How did you… figure it out so quickly?” she asked.

“It’s not hard to guess, Shen Zhuying. No one else would say words as interesting as yours,” he said with some disbelief.
“So we had a connection back in high school.”

His tone had a few more notes of pleasure. He asked again, “You knew about this the whole time? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m not blind,” Shen Zhuying curled her lips. “And you have such a face. Hard to forget even if you wanted to.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Fu Sizhuo said. Abruptly he asked, “So compared to your Classmate A, which face do you find more unforgettable, mine?”

“What Classmate A?” Shen Zhu Ying closed her eyes, pretending to be dead.
“I don’t know any Classmate A.”

Sensing the evasion in the girl’s tone, he made a low scoffing sound. His voice had a few notes of displeasure and threat.

“Shen Zhuying, I’m your legitimate husband.”

Shen Zhuying replied expressionlessly, “Oh.”

Fu Sizhuo stepped on the accelerator, getting furious.

Shen Zhuying was also furious.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Big stupid Fu Sizhuo!!!

Back at Qingfeng Garden, the two unusually didn’t speak to each other. They started competing with each other for no apparent reason. Shen Zhuying ran straight to the constant-temperature flower greenhouse.

Inside the greenhouse, all sorts of precious and rare flowers bloomed competitively under Shen Zhuying’s careful care. Among them, the King Flower Fu Sizhuo brought back from South Africa last time had the biggest petals, looking especially dignified and luxurious.

There was also the seed he brought back last time. Shen Zhuying planted it in a small pot.
Now it had sprouted.
Green, weak, needing extra careful nurturing.

She still didn’t know what kind of flower this planted seed would eventually bloom, or what fruit it would bear.

But because of this, she held twelve parts of expectation.

Just like her marriage with Fu Sizhuo, counting it all up, still hadn’t reached twenty days.

It was still very fragile, in the infant stage of getting used to each other.

And Shen Zhuying had already realized why she got angry just now.

Because as the relationship between the two got closer, she slowly started feeling imbalance.

She had to admit this fact, that the memories she secretly treasured in her heart, savored alone hundreds and thousands of times, like they happened just yesterday, were for Fu Sizhuo merely a fallen leaf in autumn, or a snowflake in winter.

Falling so lightly.

That’s all.

She had to admit this sad fact.

But Fu Sizhuo was getting better and better to her, to the point she couldn’t help but complain.

Complaining why he didn’t remember, why he was so clueless, why in his memories, there wasn’t the slightest shadow of her.

But this was wrong.

She shouldn’t put this heavy burden on Fu Sizhuo.

Shen Zhuying half-squatted, gently touched that green seedling.

The green sprout trembled lightly.

“Grow up quickly,” she said.

Till the day it blooms and bears fruit.

When Shen Zhuying walked to the living room, Auntie Li was just carrying out two bowls of Snow Lotus Bird’s Nest soup.

“Madam, the temperature’s dropped sharply these two days. Have a bowl of Snow Lotus Bird’s Nest soup to warm your stomach.”

Auntie Li handed her one bowl.

“Thank you, Auntie Li.” Shen Zhuying glanced at the other bowl left on the tray. “This one for Fu Sizhuo?”

“Yes,” Auntie Li smiled. “Shall I trouble Madam to take it to Mr. in the study? I was just about to tidy up the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Shen Zhuying slowly drank from her bowl. “You can put it down.”

After finishing her bowl, Shen Zhuying carried the tray, walking slowly to the study door.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

After a few seconds.

“Come in.” The man’s voice had a few more notes of casualness.

Shen Zhuying pushed open the door.

This was her first time entering Fu Sizhuo’s study.

Similar in style to his bedroom, the whole study was monochrome serious black. The curtains were tightly shut. Even the lights were cold white incandescent.

Only on the desk was a fiery bunch of pomegranate flowers she had just given him, the only color in this study.

Fu Sizhuo wore home clothes, facing away from her. His back was broad and strong. His slender fingertips swept over row upon row of old books on the top shelf.

“Auntie Li’s Snow Lotus Bird’s Nest soup. Drink it while it’s hot,” Shen Zhuying put the tray on his desk.

“Okay,” Fu Sizhuo’s tone was lazy, emotionless. “Thank Auntie Li for me.”

“Oh.” Shen Zhuying puffed her cheeks, stealthily raising her eyes to look at him.
“Won’t you thank me?”

“Thank you for what?” He smiled. “I was the one who brought this bowl of Snow Lotus Bird’s Nest soup over.”

“Okay.” He was still looking for a book, didn’t turn to look at her. He said perfunctorily, “Then thanks to you too.”

“Oh, then I… don’t… ac… cept.” So perfunctory, Fu Sizhuo!!

She already offered him a step down, and he still didn’t take it.

Shen Zhuying turned to leave, starting to get silently angry again.

“Shen Zhuying,” he called out to her. Finally pulling out a book from some old corner, he turned around. His tone was extremely helpless.
“You’re still angry.”

She had an Classmate A in her heart more handsome than him that she refused to tell. Logically he should be the one angry.

“I’m angry,” Shen Zhuying said with her mouth, but her steps had already stopped.

Fu Sizhuo put the book he found on the desk, beckoned to her, “Come here.”

Like beckoning a pig.

“I won’t.”

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“Weren’t you angry?” He leaned one hand on the desk, lazily flipped book pages. Like he found something, he closed the book, looked up smiling, “Come here. Husband will spoil you.”

“…Not that keen on you spoiling me…”

Saying that, Shen Zhuying spinelessly moved over.

Coming closer, it turned out the book Fu Sizhuo was flipping through was a high school math wrong-answer notebook.

“You using high school math to spoil me?” Shen Zhuying glared. “I can’t do it now.”

For her, math was the hardest subject to improve in high school. But to get into Hua University, math had to be at least 130+.
Back then because her math wasn’t enough, she cried secretly several times.

For a period she even cried in her dreams at night.

But Fu Sizhuo was different. His math was good. It was English that dragged him back.

“Are you stupid?” Fu Sizhuo handed the book to her. “Who spoils a girl with math? I’m telling you to flip through it.”

Shen Zhuying stared at this math wrong-answer notebook. She remembered back in high school, Fu Sizhuo’s math wrong-answer notebook was popular. Every time class ended, people queued up to borrow it from him.

She once wanted to borrow it too, but there were too many people.
She couldn’t get a turn.

Besides, probably nobody would willingly lend a wrong-answer notebook to a stranger.

And this notebook in front of her, after being washed by time, the originally white pages had turned yellow. The handwriting was still clear and sharp.

Shen Zhuying flipped page by page, looking very seriously.

Like she was looking for the 16-year-old Shen Zhuying.

Until she opened a certain page.

A paper bookmark lay quietly among the pages. After nearly ten years of long years, it finally saw daylight.

It was a paper bookmark made of real flowers.

A fiery red pomegranate flower.