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Fu Qingyu pressed the doorbell, secretly wondering how this woman would appear before him this time, dressed like some middle-aged lady.
Ten seconds later—
With hair held up by banana clips, wearing an oversized yet snug home outfit, her eyes behind black frames revealed a hint of shock. "C-Ceo?!"
Well, it seemed his guess was spot on.
As Fu Qingyu chuckled to himself, he stepped into the house—a wave of stuffiness hit him. Could she really be this frugal? Not even turning on the air conditioning in this heat?
"It's not working hours, so you don't have to call me that."
"Oh, then..." He Xiaozhu awkwardly watched as this tall man entered her home, forcing herself to use the childhood nickname. "Qingyu Ge, it's so late, are you here to..."
"Pick up the keys. And... deliver takeout." Fu Qingyu shrugged and placed the box on the dining table. "This is a batch of date paste cookies my mom just baked for you."
"Ah, and cookies too." He Xiaozhu looked at the box still emitting a bit of warmth with delight. "Aunt Fu is so nice to me."
"Right, maybe I'm the one who was adopted." Fu Qingyu teased with a mix of sincerity and jest.
"Don't say that! Aunt Fu cares about you too," He Xiaozhu replied, feeling a bit shy.
"Yeah." Fu Qingyu smiled helplessly. "She shouldn't care too much about me." His heart and all its organs felt the weight of that affection.
He Xiaozhu wanted to say something more, but the phone in the bedroom started ringing loudly. She hurriedly apologized and rushed into the bedroom to answer it.
“Hello, Aunt Fu…” Just as she mentioned her name, Fu Qingyu raised an eyebrow and decided to sit down on the sofa in the living room, waiting for her to come out.
“Ah? Yes, he’s here with me.” He Xiaozhu walked out of the bedroom while holding the phone and pointed at the cup of water on the coffee table, indicating that Fu Qingyu should pour himself some.
“Should I give him the phone? Okay, just a moment.” He Xiaozhu shyly handed over the phone and whispered, “Aunt Fu is looking for you.”
As expected. Fu Qingyu rolled his eyes and took the phone. He heard Mother Fu's voice on the other end: “Qingyu, it seems like He Xiaozhu's air conditioner is broken. Can you help her take a look?”
“Mom!” Fu Qingyu replied helplessly, “I studied financial management, not appliance repair.”
“What kind of talk is that?! Why are you being so slow about helping? What man doesn’t know how to fix a household appliance?! Why are you wasting time with me? Do you want that girl to suffer in this heat?!” The Empress Dowager Cixi was furious, and Fu Qingyu could only nod repeatedly in agreement.
After hanging up, He Xiaozhu stood awkwardly in place. “Um… Qingyu, I think I should just call an electrician tomorrow. It’s only one night; it won’t matter too much.”
Despite saying that, Fu Qingyu could clearly see her face gradually turning red and beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
In this sweltering summer heat, a girl alone at home, afraid to open the windows at night with a broken air conditioner—she would either be suffocated or baked alive. Fu Qingyu sighed and rolled up his sleeves. “Help me find a screwdriver.”
With nothing to lose, after some banging and tinkering, Fu Qingyu believed he had fixed the broken machine. He picked up the air conditioner's plug and aimed it at the wall socket.
Two seconds later, there was a spark, and the entire room was plunged into darkness.
He Xiaozhu screamed as she lunged toward him, "Ah! What’s going on?! Why did the power suddenly go out?!"
Fu Qingyu sniffed the air and, sure enough, detected a strange burnt smell. Embarrassed, he tossed the plug in his hand aside and swallowed hard before saying, "It's not a power outage; it seems like... the fuse has blown."
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