My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 115: You Can’t Hide Your Affection for Someone

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: You Can’t Hide Your Affection for Someone

Actually, the movie wasn’t scary, just filled with too many disturbing scenes.

Fu Ying turned her gaze away from the screen to look at the man.

He was intently watching the movie.

He seemed to have lost weight, his facial contours sharper.

"Don’t stare at me."

Fu Ying sheepishly diverted her eyes, uttering a feeble "No."

In speaking, she didn’t even believe herself.

Clearly, she was ogling him quite blatantly.

After a while, Fu Ying’s gaze landed on his face again.

He suddenly turned his head; Fu Ying was a bit startled and hastily looked away.

The man’s tone carried a hint of a light-hearted smile: "Did you come to watch the movie, or to watch me?"

Fu Ying: "To watch, watch you."

Shen Liguang: "Then did you notice anything?"

"You look quite handsome."

Fu Ying heard a faint laugh.

The voice was quite nice.

"Such sweet talk."

Indeed, sweet enough to become addictive with just one kiss.

Fu Ying barely watched the movie for a few minutes, her attention all on Shen Liguang instead.

She used to sneak peeks before, but now she watched openly and boldly.

Once the movie ended, he switched to another one.

In truth, what they watched didn’t matter much to Fu Ying; being with him was all that counted.

Fu Ying boldly leaned closer to him and placed her hand in his.

Shen Liguang frowned: "Why are your hands so cold?"

The room was air-conditioned, the temperature moderate, neither cold nor hot, and she was even wearing a sweater, yet her hand still felt so cold to the touch.

Shen Liguang held her hand and rubbed it in his palm.

The girl’s hand was small, and her fingers were not particularly slender or long, just ordinary and neither thick nor thin. Because her hands were small, her fingers seemed a bit short.

But they looked quite cute.

"Brother, the purse I gave you is with you, isn’t it?"

Shen Liguang nodded: "I’ve kept it with me all the time."

"You must carry it with you; consider it a token of our commitment."

As Fu Ying spoke, her voice grew quieter and her cheeks redder.

"It seems I have nothing to give you."

Shen Liguang stood up, took out the old hairpin from the drawer.

It had been a long time.

"It’s not new; it’s old. I didn’t throw it away. Recently, I glued the pearl back on, but one is still missing."

Fu Ying stared at the hairpin before her, dazed.

She had thought it was thrown away, had even looked through the trash can for it, to no avail. Turns out he never discarded it.

The other small pearl was with her, found by Wen Tian on duty and given to her.

"If you don’t want it, I have a new one."

"I want this old one."

This was the first gift she received upon arriving here, coincidentally from someone she liked.

The meaning was different.

Shen Liguang saw her joyful expression and asked, "Why don’t you want the new one but favor this old one?"

"Because this was the first gift I received, and it was from someone I like... given to me..." Fu Ying’s blush spread, turning her ears red.

Shen Liguang chuckled, murmuring: "This is also the first time I’ve given a girl something."

After hesitating for a long time, Fu Ying asked: "Am I your first girlfriend?"

Shen Liguang averted his gaze from her face and nodded: "Mhm."

Fu Ying stared at the hairpin in her palm for a long while.

When did he start liking her?

Maybe earlier than she knew?

From the time he didn’t throw away the hairpin?

She’s about to bubble over with joy again.

At night, she lay in bed staring at the hairpin for a long time.

Grandma asked her with a smile, "Did that young man give it to you?"

Fu Ying nodded: "Mhm."

"It’s all broken, and yet you treat it as a treasure."

"It’s different."

Fu Ying gazed at the crystal chandelier, her eyes shining.

Shouldn’t meeting a mutual affection be considered quite fortunate?

...

Ever since her brother cross-dressed as Jin Can’s "girlfriend", things started to get weird.

Fu Ying accidentally saw a photo in Jin Can’s circle of friends that included her and her brother in women’s clothing.

Her brother had become the officially announced "girlfriend" of Jin Can.

Fu Ying stifled a laugh, unable to resist giving a like, and then looked up at Fu Yan.

Fu Ying thought her brother was destined for cross-dressing.

"What are you looking at?"

"Wasn’t looking at you, I was looking at the lady, oh, wrong, Second Sister." Fu Ying stared at her phone and saved the photo, "So beautiful."

Fu Yan grabbed her phone in one swoop.

After seeing the photo, Fu Yan clenched his molars so hard that he nearly crushed her phone: "Jin Cangcang, I swear, I can’t coexist with her!!!"

Fu Ying had always been curious about what exactly happened on the day her brother cross-dressed as Jin Can’s "girlfriend", until one day Lin Lishan suddenly came to chat with her.

Turns out, Jin Can’s parents didn’t believe she was a lesbian, so to prove it, Jin Can kissed a cross-dressed Fu Yan.

This incident became a shadow for her brother because his interest in girls, which had always been lukewarm—now even resistant—had been significantly affected.

And now, this forced kiss only deepened his psychological trauma.

Fu Ying sighed, feeling sympathy for her brother.

...

On New Year’s Eve, the house was fuller and livelier than usual.

Wen Tian still didn’t seem to have fully accepted the idea of his mother having a blended family, and he was always somewhat restrained during visits.

Fu Ying was familiar enough with him to have a conversation.

The two of them sat on the floor, leaning over the coffee table, fiddling with the Go board, sitting very close, talking.

Fu Ying hadn’t even noticed that big brother had brought Shen Liguang home.

While she was whispering with Wen Tian, she felt a shadowy gaze.

Fu Ying looked up, and there he was.

He was looking towards her.

Fu Ying lowered her head slightly, bracing herself to act nonchalant.

That evening, she even had to sit at the same table for dinner.

They sat in pairs, and her brother kindly left the spot next to her empty, specifically for Shen Liguang.

Finally, Wen Tian was to her left, Shen Liguang to her right.

Fu Ying could feel his displeasure, but he kept a composed face, conversing amicably with others.

Her grandma would keep asking him questions.

About his family, what his parents did, where they lived, what their surname was, what his name was—it was as if she was conducting a household registration.

Thanks to questions Fu Ying was unfamiliar with, she ended up learning everything.

Turns out, his father and younger brother had both died in a fire.

Fu Ying lowered her gaze, listening quietly.

The man beside her would occasionally cast his eyes her way.

Fu Ying thought to herself: Affection for someone is impossible to hide; if the mouth doesn’t speak, the eyes will betray the feelings.

Who would keep glancing at someone for no reason?

A glance or two is normal, but it’s the constant looking that’s key.

Fu Ying buried her head even deeper.

"Yingying."

Suddenly, Fu Mingchuan called her out.

"Eh?" Fu Ying lifted her head, a bit flustered, "What is it, dad?"

"Sit up straight, your head’s almost buried in the bowl."

"Oh." Fu Ying obediently straightened up.