My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 117: A Life and Death Covenant

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: A Life and Death Covenant

Fu Ying leaned against the bed, enduring the itch all over her body, absent-mindedly playing Candy Crush, feeling unimaginably irritated.

She glanced at Shen Liguang, who had found a book from somewhere and was now absorbed in reading it.

Fu Ying stared at a red spot on her wrist and stealthily scratched it with her fingernail.

"Don’t scratch."

"..."

"I didn’t scratch."

"I’m old, but not blind."

"..."

Fu Ying lowered her head and poked at the phone screen.

Shen Liguang found her childishness quite amusing.

"Still very itchy?"

Fu Ying nodded, looking pitiful: "Yeah."

"Your grandma said that you weren’t allergic to shrimp before. Did you eat some snacks upstairs on your own?"

Fu Ying opened her mouth, at a loss for words.

She feared being discovered as not the real Fu Ying.

What would she do if one day it was found out that she and Fu Mingchuan were not related by blood?

Fu Ying clenched her fingers around the phone, her voice tiny: "I didn’t sneak any snacks."

"Then remember in the future, you can’t eat shrimp."

She obediently nodded: "Oh."

Indeed, when one is extremely anxious, it distracts from the itch, which gradually subsides.

She glanced at Shen Liguang, put down her phone, and lay back down on the bed.

Shen Liguang sat beside her, took her hand, and registered her fingerprint in his phone.

Fu Ying looked at him in surprise.

The man suddenly turned his head towards her, their eyes met, and Fu Ying quickly lowered her head in panic.

Shen Liguang smiled: "Why so shy?"

Fu Ying’s cheeks were hot, she didn’t know why, but she still felt her heart race around him: "I don’t know. My heart just beats faster when I make eye contact with brother."

Shen Liguang chuckled: "I thought you didn’t have that fluttering feeling for me anymore."

"I’ve always had it." Fu Ying paused, "It feels bad for my heart."

"I’m actually quite scared because you’re young, afraid that you might suddenly lose interest in me."

His voice was like a murmur, soft and bitter.

Fu Ying felt a twinge of pain as she said: "I will always like brother, always."

Shen Liguang raised his eyebrows, looking at her.

The young girl was serious, her gaze steadfast.

In youth, promises are most cherished because they are so beautiful.

Later, promises become the most feared because they are too cheap and lead to utter disappointment.

She had just turned nineteen this year, at the flower-like age when one meets many people, experiences things, changes moods, and alters decisions and thoughts made in youth.

But he believed her.

He was willing.

He found the girl’s promise beautiful.

Even if it led to utter disappointment, he still found it beautiful.

Having her for the moment was good enough; at least there would be a memory to look back on.

Shen Liguang’s voice was deep: "Then you must keep your word."

Fu Ying thought for a moment, then said: "Till death do us part."

Till death do us part.

To be together regardless of life or death.

...

Sleepiness came over the girl suddenly, and she slowly drifted off to dreamland.

She had a horrifying dream last night.

Fu Mingchuan found out she was not his daughter and cast her out of the house; her brother didn’t want her either, and both her older and younger brothers began to despise her.

She had nowhere to go and roamed about aimlessly.

Fu Ying woke up in a cold sweat, only to find Fu Mingchuan asleep beside her bed.

She hadn’t come out of that terrifying dream yet, her heart filled with only fear.

Looking at the hair that had fallen onto his clothes, she reached out with trembling hands to touch it, but just as she was about to pull back, Fu Mingchuan suddenly woke up.

"Yingying, are you awake?"

"Ah? Yes." Fu Ying nodded, panicked.

"Eat your breakfast then head home."

Fu Ying looked up at him, and Fu Mingchuan smiled kindly.

He took the breakfast to her and fed her with a spoon.

He was so good to her.

Fu Ying’s eyes reddened, and she opened her mouth several times wanting to tell him that she actually wasn’t his daughter, but she lacked the courage.

The following days were spent in anxiousness, haunted by that nightmare.

The things she had never worried about before now seemed so frightening to discover.

Fu Ying lay in bed, staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, when suddenly her phone rang out in the dead of night, the ringtone abrupt.

Fu Ying glanced at the name on the screen, turned over, and lay on the bed to answer the call: "Brother."

"Hmm? What are you doing?"

Fu Ying slowly climbed back onto the bed, her fingers stroking Qibao’s fur: "I just heard something from Lin Lishan."

Shen Liguang lowered his gaze, his voice gentle: "What?"

Li Ruolan, who was passing by the room, couldn’t help but smile.

It seemed like the relationship was very stable.

"It’s about someone taking another person’s place, living their life, and even getting a boyfriend. But when her identity was revealed, her boyfriend didn’t want her anymore. If it were you, what would you do?"

The call went silent.

Fu Ying gripped the phone tightly, her nervousness growing.

Shen Liguang looked up to see Li Ruolan eavesdropping at the door, went to close the door, and then spoke: "What I like is the person, not the identity."

Hearing this answer, Fu Ying slowly relaxed.

The night was quiet, and Fu Ying could hear her own heartbeat.

They fell into silence.

Fu Ying was pondering what to talk about next when suddenly he asked: "Do you miss me?"

"Yes."

He demanded, "Say you miss me."

Fu Ying lowered her head, staring at Qibao, touched the pet, and Qibao comfortably flipped over. She said bashfully: "I miss brother."

Shen Liguang looked out of the window and sighed: "I want to come see you now."

Fu Ying looked up at the clock; it was almost midnight: "Don’t, brother, you should rest well, you have to work tomorrow."

"You do care about me."

Fu Ying couldn’t help but smile: "Because I like you."

Shen Liguang paused, a surge of happiness in his heart: "Then go to sleep, school starts tomorrow."

"Okay."

Shen Liguang watched the call duration for a while and smiled.

Nothing much was said, yet the call had lasted fifteen minutes.

He walked out of the bedroom. Li Ruolan asked with a smile: "Feeling good with the lady?"

"Yes."

Li Ruolan nodded: "That’s good. Since the lady is fine, as a man, you should take the initiative."

"I already have been very forward."

"Taking initiative is one thing; what’s most important is to be thoughtful. Women can’t resist men who pay attention to detail." Li Ruolan sighed, "Back in the day, it was your father who won me over with his attention to detail."

Shen Liguang slightly lowered his gaze, the dim light casting a shadow from his eyelashes on his face.

His face was expressionless.

Li Ruolan had always avoided this topic over the years, but sometimes she would still accidentally bring it up.

That fire that happened back then had always been a knot in Shen Liguang’s heart. Every time he thought of it, he felt it should have been him who died, not his father and brother.

"Liguang, it’s been years, don’t blame yourself anymore."

"I’m going to bed."

Li Ruolan opened her mouth, hesitated, and then said: "Alright then, sleep well."