After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 416 - 291: Still... Have Feelings

Chapter 416: Chapter 291: Still... Have Feelings

Tang Xi quickly raised her hand to wipe her tears.

She tried hard to show a slight smile, "No, mom and dad did not argue."

Tangtang came over holding her bunny plushie, standing in front of Tang Xi like a little beast and then pushed Fu Tingzhou, "Dad, did you bully mom!"

Her round eyes widened.

Her young cheeks carried a serious look, "You can’t bully mom! If you bully her, I won’t want you as my dad anymore!"

Fu Tingzhou’s expression suddenly darkened.

His anger and displeasure seemed to slowly spread throughout the air, making Tang Xi feel as though the temperature around her had dropped several degrees.

Tang Xi quickly covered Tangtang’s mouth, "Tangtang, you shouldn’t say that."

She was afraid that Fu Tingzhou would get angry.

Tangtang was not scared; she pulled away Tang Xi’s hand and yelled at Fu Tingzhou, "You are my dad, but if you bully mom and mom doesn’t want you, I won’t want you either!"

She wouldn’t allow anyone to bully her mom.

Even if it’s the dad she just started to like recently, it’s not acceptable!

Tang Xi’s throat choked up, she bent down to hug her daughter.

Tightly holding the girl into her embrace.

This was her closest kin, always protecting her own daughter at all times.

Fu Tingzhou wanted her to abort this child, but she desperately protected it.

She faked her death and hid all over the place for these four years.

She could tolerate anything.

But if anyone dares to take her daughter away, she would fight them with her life.

Fu Tingzhou looked at the two of them hugging tightly, Tang Xi silently crying with tears, and the girl’s eyes fierce, like a young beast. And he himself was their ’enemy’, the girl who was just happily eating mousse cake in his arms now looked at him with strangeness, alertness and fear. Fu Tingzhou’s chest felt tight, as if a huge hand was harshly gripping and tearing at his heart.

"In their hearts, am I just thoroughly a bad person?"

He squatted down, touched the tears on Tang Xi’s face, and then touched Tangtang’s hair.

The man’s voice was husky with a slight tremble of hurt as he repeated, "Do you dislike me this much? Think of me as a bad person?"

His daughter, and this woman in front of him, called his ex-wife, she knew all about his past, yet they both regarded him as a bad person, being wary.

Tang Xi opened her mouth.

Then tightly pursed her lips, embracing the girl in her arms more tightly.

Tangtang stared at him, clearly she was also scared of him.

But still she said loudly, "You are not a bad person, just don’t bully mom."

Fu Tingzhou stood up, went back to the bedroom, and after a few minutes, the man changed into a set of black sportswear, opened the front door and left.

The air became quiet.

Tang Xi closed her eyes.

Tears slowly kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

Her heart also let go.

She held her daughter for a while before letting go, "Come, Tangtang, let’s go to the bedroom. Mom will bathe you and wash your hair, we’ll get nice and clean and then read a storybook before sleeping."

In the bathroom.

Tang Xi sat on a small stool, washing the girl’s hair.

Tangtang covered her eyes with a pink bear towel obediently.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of strawberry shampoo.

Tangtang’s voice was muffled, "Mom, is dad angry?"

Tang Xi rubbed the girl’s soft hair with her fingers, "No, he’s not."

"Mom, why does dad bully you? If dad bullies you, Tangtang won’t like him anymore."

Tang Xi didn’t answer the question. She seemed very focused on washing her daughter’s hair, her voice murmuring as if talking to herself, "Tangtang, mom will definitely try hard, I’ll definitely find a way, to give both of us a better life. Mom won’t let anyone take you away from me."

"Tangtang doesn’t want to leave mom either, Tangtang only wants to be with mom, and not go anywhere."

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Fu Tingzhou smoked half a pack of cigarettes in the underground parking garage.

In the air, the smoke was dense, suffocatingly thick.

He continued smoking one after another, as if only the strong nicotine could numb himself for a moment.

After about ten minutes, Fu Tingzhou drove to a bar on North Island.

At this time, the bar was just getting lively; it was crowded with people.

He squeezed through the crowd to an empty seat and ordered a drink.

After drinking several glasses in a row, his head began to ache slightly. Fu Tingzhou closed his eyes, his fingers rubbing his temples.

"Handsome, are you alone?" Suddenly, a strong rose perfume scent hit, cheap and pungent.

Fu Tingzhou frowned sharply, displeased with the heavily made-up young woman who had suddenly sat down next to him.

The woman ordered a drink and smiled at Fu Tingzhou, "Handsome, let’s join tables. This drink, it’s on me."

"No need." Fu Tingzhou was not very patient at the moment.

He turned away, ignoring the woman next to him.

He downed his own drink, the spiciness burning his throat.

But all that was on his mind were the eyes of Tang Xi, reddened from her tears as she closed them.

His chest felt agitated, as if ignited with a fire.

Fu Tingzhou glanced around, finding no other vacant seats.

Meanwhile, the woman next to him became increasingly bold; with her finely manicured hand, she gently touched Fu Tingzhou’s arm, "Handsome, isn’t it boring to be alone? Why don’t we chat? Whatever’s bothering you, I can help share the burden."

"Get lost."

The woman’s face turned pale.

But Fu Tingzhou, with his extraordinary presence and handsome looks, made the woman reluctant to give up; she forced a coquettish smile.

"Handsome, why be so fierce?" The woman leaned forward, revealing her impressive cleavage.

Fu Tingzhou found her vulgar. His mind was filled with the tear-streaked face of Tang Xi, her mournful eyes filled with resentment. He brushed off her hand. If he hadn’t wanted a place to drink, he would have left already.

Seeing that he was ignoring her, the woman wasn’t annoyed. Such men are precious, with significant looks and presence, and seeming not to be poor, wearing a high-end brand sports outfit, possibly a rich young master.

"Is it because of a girl issue, handsome? I understand women best, if there’s anything you don’t understand, I can help you, girls are the easiest to placate."

Fu Tingzhou was on the edge of exploding, not wanting to attend to this woman, yet still he asked, "How can I understand her heart?"

The woman seemed a bit surprised.

Her eyes widened, not expecting such a fine man to be troubled over a woman.

She shifted her chair closer a bit.

"Handsome, women are simple creatures. You can talk to me about it, what conflicts do you have with your girlfriend, why are you fighting?"

"She’s my ex-wife."

Fu Tingzhou opened his mouth. He hadn’t drunk much, wasn’t drunk, and was sufficiently sober. His voice was husky—perhaps because it was a stranger he was speaking to, or perhaps because the pressure had been pent up for too long, he really wanted to talk to someone about this burden weighing on his heart.

Facing this stranger, a woman fishing for wealthy men with greedy intentions, he still spoke.

"I divorced her, and we have a daughter."

"What’s her romantic situation now? Does she have a boyfriend? Is she married? Handsome, you seem to still have feelings for your ex-wife."

The woman asked several questions in quick succession, Fu Tingzhou first shook his head, then paused for a few seconds and slowly nodded.