My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 125 I only need the light of fireflies

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 I only need the light of fireflies

At night, as sweet goodnights filled his ears, Shen Liguang glanced at the few people entering the room and hung up the phone.

Fu Yi: "Your leg won’t be able to move for a week, and even after it heals, you’ll need to rest at home for a while. The doctor just said that if you don’t rest properly, it could lead to complications. Are you sure you don’t want to tell your aunt?"

Shen Liguang nodded: "Help me find a short-term rental."

Qian Zheng said: "No need, boss, you can stay at my place. My apartment has two bedrooms and a living room, enough for both of us."

Wu Xiaowu: "You can stay with me too, my spare bedroom is still vacant. You can move in directly after you’re discharged tomorrow."

Shen Liguang, recalling how Fu Ying’s voice had tenderly risen at the end when she called him "brother", suddenly felt a tightness in his throat and smoothly said: "I like living alone."

Hearing this, Fu Yi leaned against the wall, smiling meaningfully.

Likes living alone.

What a load of nonsense.

Qian Zheng took over the conversation, raising an eyebrow and hitting right where it hurts: "Boss wants to live with his girlfriend, right? Staying with us would interrupt his flirting."

Fu Yi raised an eyebrow, considering what Qian Zheng meant by flirting, and asked: "What exactly happened last night?"

Qian Zheng got excited: "I didn’t see clearly, but when I entered, the boss was kissing the girl. The young lady’s face was all red when she left, embarrassingly shy. She ran away as soon as she saw me and Xiao Wu. By the way, who was that girl? She looks familiar."

Fu Yi smiled coldly, saying nothing.

Wu Xiaowu asked anxiously: "Who is she? I also feel she looks familiar, like I’ve seen her somewhere, but I can’t remember."

Shen Liguang paused: "A very well-behaved little girl."

Qian Zheng recalled, the little girl looked quite small, with pale skin, clear eyes, a delicate face, and pretty features.

That day she was dressed in a checkered dress, her hair combed nicely, looking like a little fairy. She seemed quite young, just of age.

Anyway, one thing he said was right, the girl was quite well-behaved.

Shen Liguang turned to Fu Yi, raising an eyebrow: "My girlfriend also kisses sweetly."

Fu Yi cursed with a laugh: "You beast."

Wu Xiaowu felt sour on the side: "Boss already has a girlfriend, and my relationship history only consists of online dating."

Wu Xiaowu thought about the disaster of an online relationship he had a few years ago.

Qian Zheng laughed: "That old online love story of yours, can we please drop it? Every time I think about it, I just want to laugh."

Fu Yi thought about it and indeed remembered: "I remember that girl from Xiao Wu’s online dating was quite strong."

"Hahaha, Captain Fu, you didn’t know later, but it turned out to be a guy, haha..."

Wu Xiaowu was extremely embarrassed.

Fu Yi checked the time, his mind on his newlywed wife: "I’m going back."

Wu Xiaowu shouted: "Captain Fu, going back to be with your wife?"

Fu Yi didn’t look back, just left a "yeah."

Going home to be with his wife, the envy of others.

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Fu Ying went to find Shen Liguang after class.

At the tail end of spring, the day was somewhat hot, the evening sun slowly setting, Fu Ying carrying some daily necessities in her hand.

Fu Ying pressed the doorbell, and the door soon opened.

Shen Liguang, in a wheelchair and with restricted mobility, was pushed into the living room by Fu Ying as soon as she entered.

The one-bedroom, one-living-room apartment wasn’t large, but Fu Ying felt quite secure.

A movie was playing on the TV in the living room, and as Fu Ying put down her things, she glanced up at him.

Sensing her gaze, Shen Liguang turned his head towards her and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

Fu Ying shook her head, looking down and giggling, "Nothing, nothing really."

Shen Liguang frowned, watching her.

She wore her hair in a bun, exposing her smooth forehead and delicate ears, which he gently pinched.

Fu Ying’s body tensed, and she struggled slightly.

"Ticklish?"

Fu Ying nodded slightly: "Yeah."

"Why are you so sensitive?"

Fu Ying hung her head, silent.

Shen Liguang saw her flush and let go of her earlobe.

The sun had completely set, and Fu Ying wanted to finish the movie before heading back; she snuggled into Shen Liguang’s arms, fixated on the screen.

The man held her quietly, not interested in the movie, playing with her fingers instead.

During the movie, one and a half hours passed, and when Shen Liguang turned his head, he found the girl asleep in his arms.

Her sleeping face was peaceful, with slight snores, still smelling faintly of oranges.

Shen Liguang turned off the light, leaving only a dimly lit desk lamp that wasn’t harsh on the eyes.

He lay his head to the side, watching her.

In such peace and beauty, Shen Liguang hardly dared to dream that the girl he secretly cherished would one day be his.

Shen Liguang smiled, his fingers lightly touching her cheek.

His fingers were beautiful, but as a firefighter, they had gradually become rough, often handling the hose and undergoing training, leading to calluses.

Perhaps the callus had grazed her, causing her to frown slightly in her sleep.

Shen Liguang was reluctant to pull away, carefully touching her.

Fu Ying didn’t know how long she had slept, but when she woke up, she was still in Shen Liguang’s arms, maintaining the same posture, with the movie still playing on TV but silent, as he didn’t want to wake her.

Fu Ying embarrassedly crawled out of his arms: "Brother, what time is it?"

"Ten o’clock."

"Ten o’clock?" Fu Ying was startled, and the next second her phone indeed began to ring.

Fu Ying glanced at the caller, then at Shen Liguang.

"Your dad?"

Fu Ying looked panicked: "Yes, brother, I have to go home now."

Shen Liguang nodded: "Okay, be careful on the way."

Fu Ying grabbed her bag and left Shen Liguang’s apartment to head home, arriving at twenty past ten.

Fu Mingchuan was sitting there, looking as though he was ready to interrogate a criminal.

"Dad, why are you still up so late?"

Fu Mingchuan glanced at her, and Fu Ying thought he would explode, but he sighed, "It’s okay, I was just worried about you being out so late without calling home."

Fu Ying lowered her head, feeling guilty: "I was at a classmate’s house, then I just lost track of time."

Fu Mingchuan looked at her lie without batting an eyelid, his mouth twitched wanting to speak but hesitated: "Go to your room."

"Oh."

In the days of matching wits with Fu Mingchuan, Fu Ying would go to Shen Liguang after class, his leg slowly healing enough to stand, no longer needing a wheelchair, yet still unable to return to the team.

Occasionally, when Fu Mingchuan returned home in a good mood humming to himself, Fu Ying would become more daring. In the middle of the night, he would drive over, and she would sneak out to get into his car.

They would sit quietly in the car, sometimes watching a movie, sometimes he would quietly listen to her share fun stories.

He might listen or not, tilting his head with a smile, staring at her until Fu Ying couldn’t help but blush.

Entering summer, frogs croaked in the pond outside, and from the rotting grass beside, a few fireflies emerged.

The man whispered in her ear: "If one day all I see is darkness, I will need only the light of the fireflies."