After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 307 - 224: Where is Your Daughter?

Chapter 307: Chapter 224: Where is Your Daughter?

Fu Tingzhou raised his hand and massaged his temples. Having just woken up, he found himself in an unfamiliar place and his voice was hoarse, "How come I’m here?"

Tang Xi, "..."

She looked at Fu Tingzhou and was truly at a loss for words.

It seemed he had forgotten everything.

"Fu Tingzhou, it was you who got drunk last night and let the valet driver bring you here. I haven’t even asked you why you came to my house. I also paid for your valet fee." Tang Xi walked over, extended her hand, and spread it out in front of him, "Money, 200 yuan, and then you stayed at my place last night. I served you, took care of you, and even fed you water. You also...."

Tang Xi bit her lip.

Her cheeks were a bit red.

Fu Tingzhou looked at the woman’s delicate and soft palm in front of him, slowly raised his eyes, then looked at her exposed neck, which was fair and had several red marks on it at this moment. Being a man, he naturally recognized them at a glance.

Fu Tingzhou slightly furrowed his brow.

Fragments from last night started coming back to him.

He did get drunk, but he seldom completely blacked out. The passion with this woman last night flashed through his mind in a few images.

He purposefully asked, "And then what?"

Tang Xi, gritting her teeth, turned her face away, "Nothing, just bitten by a dog is all."

"If there’s nothing else, you can leave now. This is my place." Tang Xi issued a directive for him to leave.

Fu Tingzhou glanced at Tang Xi. Faced with the woman’s chilly order to leave, the man slightly raised an eyebrow, "Where are my clothes?"

"You threw up last night, and your clothes were dirty too. I tossed them in the washing machine."

"Then how do you expect me to leave?"

Tang Xi, "....." She looked at Fu Tingzhou who was bare-chested, with only a pair of black boxer briefs on his lower body. Her gaze involuntarily slid over the man’s distinct abdominal muscles. Fu Tingzhou’s skin tone was normal, neither sickly pale nor too ruggedly bronze, perfectly moderate, matched with his well-defined abs. Tang Xi’s face, in an instant, burned up.

She quickly shifted her gaze and strategically coughed a few times, "Don’t you have... Don’t you have a change of clothes in your car?"

His answer was very resolute and didn’t even require thinking, a firm two words, "No."

"I.... Well then, you go back to... to your room and I’ll... I’ll... I’ll dry your clothes for you."

Tang Xi took a bathrobe from her bathroom and handed it to Fu Tingzhou. She couldn’t let this man just wander naked around her home. Then she went to the balcony and turned on the dryer.

The bathrobe was light pink and quite loose.

Fu Tingzhou looked at this tender pink color with a furrowed brow.

He would not wear clothes of such color, especially women’s clothes. And Fu Tingzhou had a thing for cleanliness, anything that others touched, especially intimate garments, he would only curl his lips in disgust. But at this moment, as if possessed, Fu Tingzhou put on the bathrobe. What was a loose bathrobe for Tang Xi was somewhat small and just about right for a tall and broad-shouldered man like Fu Tingzhou.

The bathrobe was soft.

It even had a faint scent of shower gel.

And the woman’s...

Gentle body fragrance.

Fu Tingzhou’s eyes suddenly darkened.

He wasn’t some impetuous young man. Even though he had no woman by his side, he thought he had no excessive longing for matters of desire. Women who wanted to get close to him, he had refused.

Even Ning Daisu who had been arranged by the old master to be around him.

And Gao Youhan who wanted to cling to him.

But Fu Tingzhou had no desire for these women, yet now, wearing the woman’s bathrobe, there was suddenly a twang in his heart.

A very strange feeling.

He didn’t repel the physical contact with Tang Xi at all.

In fact, he didn’t despise the things that Tang Xi had worn or used.

If this had been in the past, making him wear a woman’s cheap bathrobe, Fu Tingzhou would hardly believe that he could accept it.

The man frowned and began looking around the bedroom.

It was small, roughly around ten square meters.

A 1.2-meter-wide single bed.

A desk and a wardrobe.

Very simple furnishings, and very tidy.

The only mess was this small bed.

Fu Tingzhou pushed the door open and walked out, Tang Xi was currently in the kitchen preparing breakfast, cooking noodles. The woman’s silhouette was slender, wearing a light pink apron, methodically slicing tomatoes, engrossed in cooking, so much so that she didn’t notice Fu Tingzhou approaching from behind her.

The man said faintly, "The noodles will be too soft if they keep boiling."

Tang Xi was startled and cut her finger.

Her face turned pale, her finger trembling.

The next second, Fu Tingzhou grasped her hand, "Don’t move, let me see."

A small cut was on the woman’s index finger, oozing blood.

Fu Tingzhou snorted coldly, "You’re really stupid."

Tang Xi, "It was clearly you who came up behind me and startled me. I cut my finger because of you, didn’t I?" She couldn’t help but find it absurd to be called stupid.

She tried to pull her hand away but he held it tight.

Fu Tingzhou pulled her into the living room, pressed down on her shoulders to sit her on the sofa, frowned and looked around, "Do you have a first aid kit? Where are the band-aids?"

Tang Xi lifted her hand and pointed to the cabinet below the TV set.

Fu Tingzhou opened it and took out the first aid kit.

He slowly squatted down and started to dress Tang Xi’s finger.

It was 8:40 in the morning.

The sunlight spilled through the window into the living room.

Carrying the warmth unique to the Northern Island’s eternal spring.

Golden, transparent light fell upon them both.

Fu Tingzhou had his back to the light, attending to Tang Xi’s finger seriously: disinfecting, stemming the bleeding, applying medication, and wrapping it up.

Tang Xi’s eyelashes drooped gently, her peripheral vision catching sight of the man’s face.

Suddenly, she felt an indescribable emotion.

Why was he bandaging her finger, when it was just a small cut?

But at that moment...

Perhaps the sunlight outside was too fervent.

Tang Xi’s heart began to feel restless.

After finishing the bandaging, Tang Xi pulled out her finger, her voice tense and hoarse, "The clothes will be dry in about ten minutes..."

Fu Tingzhou stood up, "Mhm."

Then he turned around and walked back to the kitchen.

Tang Xi stood up, watching his retreating figure, "You..."

She then saw him, familiarly standing by the gas stove, naturally picking up the knife to continue slicing tomatoes, then lifting out the noodles, frying up some eggs, and in about ten minutes, three bowls of tomato and egg noodles were ready.

Tang Xi, inhaling the food’s aroma in the air, bit her lip, and lifted her gaze slightly to look at Fu Tingzhou standing in the kitchen.

She was certain, Fu Tingzhou really had amnesia.

Because, the him from before, wouldn’t treat her like this.

Bandaging her fingers for her, and cooking her noodles.

No cold words or scorn.

Oh, wait, he did mock her for being stupid...

Fu Tingzhou looked at her, "What are you blanking out for, come eat. Where’s your daughter?"