My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 134 Strawberry Mark

Chapter 134: Chapter 134 Strawberry Mark

Early in the morning, as Fu Mingchuan prepared to make a major announcement and everyone had gathered, he realized Fu Ying was not at home.

"Yingying didn’t come back last night?"

The first person Fu Mingchuan thought of was Shen Liguang.

Not only had he led his precious daughter astray but also taught her to stay out all night, even though mutual affection as boyfriend and girlfriend is understood, there should be some constraint before marriage.

Now look, they’ve only been together for a year and have already begun staying out overnight.

Fu Yan: "She did come back. Last night, she even made some cookies as a treat for you, didn’t anyone in your household eat them?"

The grandmother smiled sheepishly: "Oh my, that girl went to see Xiao Shen last night, didn’t she?"

Fu Mingchuan frowned: "I’ll give a call to ask."

As Fu Ying has no classes on weekends, Shen Liguang picked up the phone while the little girl was sound asleep in the bedroom.

"Is Yingying there with you?"

The call had just connected when Fu Mingchuan couldn’t wait to ask.

"Yes."

After a long while, Fu Mingchuan sighed: "Nothing happened, right?"

Shen Liguang chuckled: "Uncle Fu, just say what you want to say."

Fu Mingchuan opened his mouth but suddenly found it difficult to speak.

Yingying is his daughter, sure, but she is also of age, a grown woman in a normal romantic relationship, and it isn’t appropriate for him, an elder, to meddle.

The moment he had a daughter, he should have realized that one day she would inevitably run off with another man.

"Li Guang, please wake her and have her come home for a while."

"Okay."

Shen Liguang pushed the door into the room, Fu Ying sleeping peacefully.

He walked over and nudged the girl, who frowned, bothered by the disruption of her sweet dream, and swatted his hand away carelessly.

Shen Liguang raised an eyebrow, not expecting the small-bodied one to be so strong.

After trying to wake her several times, Shen Liguang, with a puzzled look and a bit helpless, eventually leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

In her sleep, Fu Ying frowned, feeling something unusual, wearily lifted her eyelids.

Early morning, the man was close to her bed, kissing her.

Seeing her eyes slightly open, he asked: "Awake?"

"Awake, but not fully awake," Fu Ying frowned, her little hand pushing against him, her voice a bit hoarse just after waking, "Brother, I haven’t brushed my teeth."

"Uh-huh, I know." The man sat by her bed, "I’m here to wake you up. Your dad called, he wants you to come home."

Fu Ying fully woke up, sitting messily on the bed for a while before getting up to get ready to go home.

On the way, she thought of all sorts of rebellious phrases, clutching onto the man’s clothing tightly, silent the entire journey.

In the summer, the early morning sunlight was blinding, Fu Ying entered the house.

Several people were sitting on the living room sofa; the whole family was there.

Including Wen Qing.

One look and you could tell they were about to announce something significant.

Fu Ying lowered her head and sat next to her grandmother.

Fu Mingchuan glanced at Fu Ying, cleared his throat, and began to speak formally.

As expected, it was about the merger of the two families’ companies.

Fu Ying thought the arranged marriage was about her but found out it was for her father.

Fu Mingchuan, with an embarrassed face but beaming with happiness, said: "I and your Aunt Wen Qing have been together for a long time, and we’re planning to officially get married."

Fu Ying: "..."

Fu Yan couldn’t help laughing: "Others talk about the marriage union of their children, but here we are, two people over fifty going for a marriage union. I thought I was getting a fiancée I had never met."

Fu Mingchuan gave Fu Yan a deadpan look.

"Tonight, let’s all go out for dinner."

That day, Fu Mingchuan was in high spirits, taking a long time to get dressed in his finest clothes, looking particularly dashing as he took Wen Qing to the civil affairs office to register.

At night, he also invited some old friends for dinner, looking triumphant and smiling as if he had grown five or six years younger.

Wen Qing, the head of a listed conglomerate, a successful businesswoman. Putting aside their former feelings, theirs was an arranged marriage in name only, with a coincidental association.

At eight in the evening, the sidewalks were bathed in the glow of champagne light; Fu Ying took a cab to Shen Liguang’s apartment.

Upon entering, she saw him fresh out of the shower, his body still damp, wrapped in just a bath towel, holding a phone in one hand and a towel in the other, drying his hair.

Fu Ying gazed at his abs, awkwardly averting her eyes, and with her head down, she entered the bedroom.

By the time she had packed up and came out, he had already put on his pajamas.

Shen Liguang frowned at the bag in her hand and asked, "Leaving?"

Fu Ying nodded gently: "Yeah, I thought last night that it was me who was supposed to be getting married."

Shen Liguang’s expression was calmer than she had expected: "And then?"

"I never would have guessed that it would be my dad."

Shen Liguang chuckled: "Isn’t that good?"

"Sure, but I clearly heard them discussing the marriage arrangement last night, and they mentioned my name."

Fu Ying lowered her head, ready to pick up Qibao.

She had come last night with luggage and was leaving today with luggage; did he think this was a hotel?

Shen Liguang held her hand: "Don’t go."

Fu Ying looked up at him.

Shen Liguang: "Leave your things here. If you want to go home, go home; if you want to come here, come here. I’ve rented this house until you’re twenty."

His voice was a bit hoarse, carrying a hint of loss, and Fu Ying felt a moment of discomfort.

She hesitated, then gently nodded: "Okay."

"Going back tonight?"

Fu Ying hesitated and did not answer.

She wanted to stay.

But she was afraid Fu Mingchuan would scold her.

The longer their matter remained unspoken, the more pressure Fu Ying felt.

Now that many people knew, it would be better for her to honestly and proactively bring it up with her father rather than let him find out on his own.

After thinking it over, Fu Ying said: "I have to go back tonight."

Shen Liguang lowered his eyes, withdrawing his hand.

Fu Ying felt a bit unhappy.

"Brother?"

As soon as Fu Ying approached, she was swept into the man’s arms and pulled down onto the sofa. He was close, and there was the scent of soap coming from him.

"Placate your brother."

Fu Ying was lying on the sofa, blinking up at him.

He propped his arms on either side of her body, looking down at her; the posture was incredibly flirtatious.

Fu Ying’s throat was dry, and she asked in a low voice, "How should I, how do I placate you?"

"Just look at you."

Fu Ying blinked, then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him downward.

His body pressed closer, and Fu Ying’s heart raced.

She carefully kissed his lips, then asked, "Is this okay?"

"Not really."

"..." Fu Ying bit her lip, "How about tomorrow?"

"Keep your word."

Fu Ying nodded vigorously: "I will."

Shen Liguang’s gaze was intense as he stared at her, making Fu Ying’s heart flutter. The next second, he suddenly leaned down, biting her collarbone.

Fu Ying frowned, feeling ticklish.

After a while, he finally pushed away, looking for a bandage to cover the flushed mark.

Fu Ying covered her neck, feeling her face flush.

"I have class tomorrow."

Shen Liguang: "Hmm."

"How am I supposed to face people like this?"

"Cover it with a bandage."

He tore open the bandage, leaned in, and stuck it on her, hiding the redness.

Fu Ying was skeptical: "Will it really work?"

"As long as it doesn’t fall off, it’s fine."

Fu Ying’s eyes were full of reproach.

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