roccoschili Chapter 133 She was certain of his feelings.
Chapter 133 She was certain of his feelings.
It was late at night, and Fu Shengyang drove at high speed through the deserted streets.
An Xiaoyue sat in the back row, her empty eyes staring out the window.
Her mind raced back to everything that had happened that night.
Ji Yubai's undisguised concern for Lingxi, his meticulous care for her, and his natural expression of affection all contributed to his success.
[Night Scene] Their first encounter at the bar led to a misunderstanding; Ji Yubai was rejected, and the two lived a life with no contact; now, Lingxi is sick, and Ji Yubai takes care of her.
Everything seemed to unfold as smoothly as if it were a script arranged by fate.
So, was her relationship with Fu Shengyang also part of a pre-arranged script? What will their ending be?
She had never done anything wrong in her life, not even stepping on an ant. The most she ever did was hurt the lab rats in her lab after she went to university.
She deserves... a beautiful relationship, too.
When she first moved into the Waterside Residence, she did not like Fu Shengyang's complete control over everything.
But when she learned that Fu Shengyang had done these things because of his mother's depression and because of the little sister who had been delivered but was no longer breathing, she understood Fu Shengyang's tension and anxiety.
Fu Shengyang was not such an autocratic or domineering person.
He was worried that something might happen to her during her internship, but he still agreed to let her go. She wanted to eat sweets, so he made her a clean strawberry cake himself.
She knew her mother's identity, and her mother had to leave Beijing. Fu Shengyang arranged a trip for her, driving her out to relax.
If Fu Shengyang was only worried about her depression, he, as a man, wouldn't have been so attentive to her emotions.
Perhaps at the very beginning, Fu Shengyang's starting point was simply to have a healthy and whole child.
However, his mindset changed during their daily interactions.
Grandpa Fu said that Fu Shengyang used to only come back once every ten days or half a month.
After getting married, Fu Shengyang went to get off work and left work on time almost every day. Because of prenatal checkups, he would not go to the company and would handle company affairs at home.
And the Leng family members were kind to her, not just because she was a good student—Luo Xinyu, from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, was no less capable. More importantly, they saw the changes in Fu Shengyang, and that's why the Leng family extended their affection to her.
Thinking of all the moments she shared with Fu Shengyang, An Xiaoyue's eyes darted around, her gaze finally settling on Fu Shengyang's back.
People don't treat another person that well for no reason.
Fu Shengyang liked her, and she was certain of his feelings.
However, due to his personality, he doesn't express his feelings as directly as Ji Yubai, nor does he have as many expressions as Ji Yubai.
Realizing this, she lowered her eyelids again, afraid that the perceptive Fu Shengyang would discover her secret.
The car stopped smoothly. An Xiaoyue looked up and realized that she had unknowingly returned to Fu Garden.
Fu Shengyang got out of the car and opened her door directly. "We're home."
He placed one hand on the roof of the car, and naturally reached out with the other hand to help her out of the car.
She looked at Fu Shengyang's expressionless face, even his tone was flat, but Fu Shengyang's care for her was meticulous and heartfelt.
"Thank you."
Fu Shengyang's lips curled up slightly, thinking it was because of Attorney Zhong's matter, "I'm not comfortable with you going alone."
"Mm." An Xiaoyue didn't say anything, but there were actually many other things she wanted to thank.
The two walked side by side on the way back to the Waterside Residence. It was early morning in spring, and the temperature was still a bit low.
The night breeze was slightly cool, and she leaned closer to Fu Shengyang.
"You can sleep as soon as you get home, just hang in there a little longer." His voice sounded exceptionally gentle in the cool moonlight.
"If you get up early tomorrow morning, ask Aunt Cui to make me some brown sugar ginger tea." She was still a little worried about catching a cold.
"Okay." Fu Shengyang raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, thinking that he should prepare a shawl or something for her to keep warm in the car when they went out tomorrow.
After a quick wash, the two changed into their pajamas and quickly lay down to sleep.
Perhaps because she had been thinking about Fu Shengyang before going to sleep, An Xiaoyue did indeed have a dream about him after falling asleep.
When Fu Shengyang woke her up, she couldn't remember the specific details of her dream, but she was in a very good mood.
The feeling of her heart racing and her face turning red in her dream made her feel it vividly again when she met Fu Sheng's gaze.
She stretched awkwardly and asked in her usual soft, husky voice, "What time is it?"
“You have early classes, so you have to get up no matter what time it is.”
As soon as Fu Shengyang finished speaking, he took her soft white hand in his large hand and used his other hand to support her back, helping her up and not allowing her to stay in bed.
"You can sleep on your way to school later." Fu Shengyang gently stroked her hair. "Come and wash up quickly."
An Xiaoyue stared blankly at her phone on the bedside table; it was seven o'clock.
She wasn't someone who used to sleep in.
Under the meticulous care of Cui Ma and Fu Shengyang, she has become the pampered person she is today.
At the far end of the dressing room, Fu Shengyang's handsome face peeked out, his tone serious, "Xiaoyue, come here."
An Xiaoyue shook her head, shaking off those thoughts of self-reflection, and walked to Fu Shengyang's side in her slippers.
When Fu Shengyang saw her coming over, he naturally stood behind her, his large hand reaching around her shoulder to lift her chin.
An Xiaoyue realized that Fu Shengyang wanted to brush her teeth, and her face felt slightly hot.
She turned her head to look at the person behind her, and said awkwardly, "I can do it myself."
Fu Shengyang stood behind her, his gaze shifting downwards, and he noticed her reddened ears.
Why are you getting shy?
He couldn't help but smile, and placed the toothbrush in Xiaoyue's hand.
An Xiaoyue slightly lifted her eyelids and noticed that he had gone to the dressing room before raising her hand to start brushing her teeth.
Her skincare routine is always simple: she first wipes her face with water, then applies a light face cream.
After finishing all this, An Xiaoyue turned around and prepared to go to the dressing room to change her clothes.
As luck would have it, Fu Shengyang was still in the dressing room.
He was answering a call with one hand and carrying a gray shirt in the other, wearing only a pair of neatly pressed trousers on his lower body.
The morning sunlight also favors upright, fit figures with broad shoulders and narrow waists. A combination of a refined diet and high self-discipline results in smooth skin and defined, thin muscle lines on his back, showcasing a healthy and powerful beauty.
Under the sunlight, An Xiaoyue could clearly see the distinct lines of her spine hidden beneath the full trousers supported by her gluteal muscles.
Her hands had frantically clawed at his back countless nights, trying to find a point of support.
But even though Fu Shengyang was her nominal and legal husband, An Xiaoyue still couldn't bring herself to look at his completely exposed body so openly.
An Xiaoyue shifted her gaze, pretending not to have seen anything, and went to find the clothes she needed to wear.
Looking at today's sun, a loose shirt and a cardigan should be fine.
As for shirts, she remembered that a batch of clothes had been delivered just two days ago, and there was one shirt that she remembered very well.
The shirt was a pale yellow, with hand-embroidered butterflies and small white flowers on the cuffs, which is why she remembered it so clearly.
An Xiaoyue searched through all the shirts in that row of the wardrobe, but there were none.
"Strange, it's clearly here."
She saw it last night when she changed into her pajamas.
"The clothes are on the sofa in the dressing room next door," Fu Shengyang's voice suddenly came.
"Oh, thank you." An Xiaoyue said as she turned around, her gaze meeting Fu Shengyang's bare chest.
The distance was so close, so close that her lips were pressed against the hollow where Fu Shengyang's pectoral and abdominal muscles met.