After socializing outside that night, he originally wanted to go back to his apartment, but after the driver reminded him that the next day was Mrs. Fu's birthday, he ordered the driver to take him home.
The company's business has been a bit busy recently, and he may not be able to spare time the next night. If he goes back early today, he can say happy birthday to Mrs. Fu the next morning.
Unexpectedly, I returned home, but the house was empty. Mrs. Fu probably went to play mahjong somewhere, and she might not know when she would come back.
Having already arrived home, Fu Chengyu was too lazy to move for a while, so he sat down on the sofa in the living room.
He drank a lot in the evening, and now his head was slightly groggy. He sat on the soft sofa, the smell of alcohol gradually rising, and he closed his eyes unknowingly.
However, just after squinting for a while, Fu Chengyu suddenly heard the sound of high-heeled footsteps on the stairs behind him.
Isn't Mrs. Fu not at home?
This realization came into his mind and instantly made him sober.
Fu Chengyu slowly opened his eyes, turned to look in the direction of the stairs, and happened to see Gu Qing'er slowly coming down from the stairs.
At that time, she was wearing that dark green cheongsam. It was retro, dignified, and slender. She looked like a beauty from an old picture album, but it didn't seem to exist in real life.
Fu Chengyu was stunned.
He looked at her, and she looked at him. I wonder if it was because of the clothes she wore, but her expression was different from her usual gentle and shy look. Instead, she walked slowly in front of him with a bit of confusion and coldness.
"Are you back?" she asked him.
After a while, he responded in a low voice: "Yes."
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yeah." He responded again.
So she stood up again and said, "Would you like some water? I'll pour it for you."
"Um."
She turned around and walked to the kitchen, but he still leaned on the sofa motionless, his eyes falling on her back and unable to move away.
Soon she poured a glass of water and walked out of the kitchen. He still watched her approach step by step without taking his eyes away.
She bent down and put the water in front of him, and whispered something, but he didn't hear a word.
There is only one thing in my mind——
How can her waist be so thin?
People often say that if you don’t hold your hand tightly, that’s probably the case, right?
I wonder if she could withstand his hand with such a thin waist?
As he thought this, his hands moved uncontrollably.
However, the next moment, she suddenly reached out and touched his forehead, then lowered her head to look at him, "Have you drank a lot?"
He was startled, and the next moment he smelled the fragrance coming from her body. It was light and faint, just like the cheongsam she was wearing. It was dignified and beautiful, but also had a soul-stirring allure.
He seemed to have lost his ability to move and think, and he didn't know what to say or what to do.
"You go upstairs and have a rest." She said, reaching out her hand to help him.
Although she was so thin, she actually pulled him up from the sofa and helped him upstairs.
He was obviously not drunk, but the moment he fell on his bed, he was in a daze.
"Don't take a shower if you drink too much." She said, "I'll get a towel to help you wipe yourself."
He lay there without moving, watching her walk into the bathroom. After a while, she came out with a wet towel, sat by the bed, and wiped his face.
He slowly closed his eyes.
After she wiped his face, she unbuttoned his shirt. Perhaps because the towel was not hot enough, she got up and walked to the bathroom.
He opened his eyes again, his gaze fell on her back, and his hands moved uncontrollably.
She changed the hot towel and came out, returned to the bed, met his gaze, and did not avoid him as usual, but smiled at him.
He finally couldn't help but stretched out his hand.
Hug...
Very thin……
It's even thinner than he imagined...
How can it be so thin?
He was doubtful, curious, and couldn't help but want to explore a little more, a little more...
And she didn't refuse.
Of course she won't refuse.
He knew she wouldn't refuse.
Because from the moment she appeared in front of him and asked him to marry her, in her heart, she owed him and the Fu family.
How could she reject him?
It's impossible for her to refuse.
However, because of this, it seems that his bastard is becoming more and more obvious——
Even today, more than three months later, when everything has been decided, he is still thinking, it has been more than three months, how can her waist still be so thin?
Fu Chengyu slapped his forehead suddenly.
Sister Yu was startled by the loud sound, looked at him quickly and said, "What's wrong?"
After a while, he finally came to his senses and said, "Sister Yu, go up and see her -"
"What am I going up to see?"
He originally wanted Sister Yu to go up and see if she had changed her clothes, but before he finished speaking, Sister Yu interrupted him and said: "That's your wife, you can see for yourself. I have a lot of things to do here."
You're busy, don't interrupt me."
Sister Yu has been in the Fu family for many years and has long been regarded as a member of the Fu family. She is not so polite to him, but he has not yet refuted her.
Sister Yu turned around and walked to the laundry room. Fu Chengyu sat for a while before finally getting up and walking upstairs.
In Fu's house, they had their own rooms. Fu Chengyu had just walked to the door of her room when he heard her voice——
"...Senior Brother Mu, I know, I know everything you said..."
I'm worrying about the drama club again.
Fu Chengyu stood at the door and did not move for a while.
"I don't want to lose this opportunity, and I really hope everything can succeed..." she said, "but it's really inconvenient for me."
After another while, Fu Chengyu heard her voice again, low and helpless, with endless loss and regret——
"If this is really the case, then there is nothing I can do...If you lose it, just lose it...If you regret it, just regret it...I'm sorry..."
The last "I'm sorry" was so low that it didn't seem like she was talking to the person on the other end of the phone. Maybe it was to herself, or maybe to someone else.
Fu Chengyu stood quietly for a moment, then reached out and knocked on her door.
She had already changed her clothes and hung up the phone. When she raised her head to look at him, she tried her best to smile, but she still couldn't hide the paleness of her face.
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
Only then did Fu Chengyu realize something was wrong.
He had already fulfilled his obligation by taking her home. It was unnecessary for him to ask Sister Yu to come up and see her. It was even more unnecessary for him to stand at the door of her room now.
It happened that he was in this unnecessary situation and saw all kinds of things she was doing at this moment.
"That drama program is very important?" Fu Chengyu asked.
"Ah?" Gu Qing'er didn't seem to expect that he would ask this. After being stunned for a moment, she slowly lowered her eyes and said, "It's my mother's life-long regret...She had already given birth before she even had time to perform on stage.
I'm seriously ill... some things are probably destined."
"Do you believe in destiny?" Fu Chengyu asked.
After hearing this, Gu Qing'er raised her eyes and looked at him again.
A woman who dared to stand alone in front of him and ask him to marry her at the age of twenty should not be resigned to her fate.
She didn't speak, but Fu Chengyu already said: "Go and act."
Gu Qing'er just looked at him.
"But, before that -" Fu Chengyu suddenly looked at her feet again.
Gu Qing'er lowered her head and saw the pair of stiletto heels beside her feet.
"Change into a pair of shoes first."
Realizing that he was telling the truth, Gu Qing'er stood up suddenly, walked up to him and said, "Mom will not agree."
"Then don't let her know." Fu Chengyu said.
She seemed to choke for a moment, looked at him for a long time, and then slowly said: "Why?"
"There will be many regrets in life." Fu Chengyu said, "If you have the opportunity to achieve perfection, try to achieve perfection as much as possible."
When she heard this, she was startled and still looked at him.
Fu Chengyu avoided her sight, turned and walked towards his room.
This was a high-sounding statement, but only he himself knew another thought deep in his heart——
With such a slender waist, wouldn't it be a pity if she doesn't deserve to wear that cheongsam on stage?