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"This ungrateful child is really going to drive me mad." He Xiaozhu was just finishing dressing her wound when she saw the furious Mother Fu entering the apartment, carrying a thermal container.
"Auntie?" He Xiaozhu set down her clothes and poured a glass of water for Mother Fu. "What’s wrong? Why are you so upset?"
"That good-for-nothing son of mine actually wants to marry that model! Does he have any regard for me as his mother? His father and I both disapprove; how dare he go through with this marriage!" Mother Fu slammed the thermal container onto the coffee table. "Besides, he probably doesn’t even know who he truly cares about. He’s rushing into marriage without thinking! This is a lifelong commitment! There could be better options right in front of him, and that foolish boy doesn’t even bother to look!"
He Xiaozhu's hand trembled slightly, spilling some water onto the coffee table. She hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe it up. Mother Fu observed everything quietly: "He Xiaozhu, I made you some black-bone chicken soup. Come on, drink it while it's hot."
He Xiaozhu sipped the soup absentmindedly, her gaze drifting off into the distance.
A single thought echoed in her mind: Fu Qingyu… is getting married?
The night grew late, and Fu Qingyu sat alone on the large balcony, unable to sleep.
His glass was filled and emptied repeatedly.
"Fu Qingyu! You’ve clearly changed your heart! Why won’t you admit it? Why can’t you look me in the eye and say you haven’t developed feelings for that ugly creature?" Fan Yali shouted hoarsely as she threw things around.
"Are you crazy? How could I ever fall for that little prude?" The nun-like attire and her outdated personality were exactly what he wanted to avoid!
"You keep insisting it’s impossible for you to have feelings for her, but your kindness towards her, your tone when you speak to her, even the way you look at her—everything has changed!" Fan Yali tossed a stack of photos onto the table.
"Did you hire someone to spy on me?!" Fu Qingyu clenched the photos tightly in his hand.
"If it weren't for this, how could I be abandoned one day and still be kept in the dark!" Fan Yali cried, her makeup smudged, her heartbroken voice evoking pity in those who heard it. "Qingyu, you said you loved me, you promised you wouldn't leave me... then why do you look at her like that... why..."
Fu Qingyu didn't have the luxury to consider what kind of gaze he had in the photos; he only noticed that in each picture, He Xiaozhu was there, adjusting his suit, carrying his briefcase, making him coffee, holding an umbrella for him... Day after day, she quietly managed everything around him, and yet he had never paid attention. He only focused on criticizing her outdated attire, finding her black-rimmed glasses annoying, and dismissing her old-fashioned personality as out of place. It turned out that he, Fu Qingyu, was such a shallow man.
In the ordinary days, He Xiaozhu was so beautiful, gentle, considerate, quiet, and understanding.
But how could he ever develop feelings for her? How could he? Was he supposed to take a woman who looked like a nun to all the grand banquets and introduce her to the world as his partner?
No, that was impossible... Fu Qingyu could almost envision himself being pierced by mocking gazes.
"Why aren't you speaking? Fu Qingyu, answer me!" Fan Yali grasped his coat tightly. "Have you fallen for that ugly creature?"
"No! I haven't!" Fu Qingyu instinctively denied it.
"Then prove it to me!" Fan Yali fixed her intense gaze on his guilty eyes. "If you aren't attracted to her, then all our obstacles will disappear. Marry me; let's get married."
Fu Qingyu avoided Fan Yali's piercing stare and under her relentless pressure, he reluctantly replied, "Okay."
The cool night breeze pulled Fu Qingyu back from his wandering thoughts. He clenched his palm tightly; the glass cup shattered with a sharp sound, its jagged pieces embedding into his flesh.
Fu Qingyu stared at his blood-stained palm and let out a bitter laugh, mocking himself, "Fu Qingyu, why must you...?"
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