My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 135 She Felt Heartache

Chapter 135: Chapter 135 She Felt Heartache

Although a Band-Aid was stuck over the strawberry mark, Fu Ying still feared someone would notice, keeping her hand near her neck to cover it up.

As expected, as soon as Lin Lishan saw her, she asked, "What happened to your neck? Is it scratched?"

Fu Ying lowered her head: "Yeah."

Lin Lishan smirked: "I thought some man had been kissing you."

Fu Ying kept her head down, holding a pen in her hand, looking surprisingly calm.

A university class takes a long time, and there weren’t many people in the classroom, sitting sparsely throughout.

Lin Lishan sighed in her ear: "Tomorrow is Qixi Festival."

"Missing your Sheng Chen?"

"Yeah." Lin Lishan had the look of a neglected wife left at home.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Still wish to be clingy with him every day."

Lin Lishan sighed again and stopped talking.

During this class, Shen Liguang led a team on an emergency call, to a fire scene.

A shop was on fire, with a three-year-old child inside.

Fu Ying had rarely seen him with her own eyes, the way he bravely charged into the flames.

Even though it was him who rescued her from the blaze, she was dizzy from severe oxygen deprivation at the time and only knew the person holding her was a hero.

After the last elective class ended, Fu Ying wanted to go find Shen Liguang, but Lin Lishan dragged her to send a package instead.

Then in the evening, Lin Lishan, claiming to feel lonely, cycled with her around the streets.

The summer night was hot, and even the breeze that hit them while biking fast felt warm.

The bicycle sped along the shaded path, with cicadas chirping in the dense branches above.

Passing through a crossroad, they reached the burned shop.

Shen Liguang, in his fire-resistant suit, was unrecognizable; Fu Ying identified him only by his voice.

His voice was steady and serious: "There are flammable and explosive materials inside, don’t follow me in, deploy three fire hoses to attack from the outside."

After saying this, he went into the fire.

"Every time I see a firefighter, I think they’re so handsome."

Lin Lishan’s voice brought Fu Ying’s thoughts back, and she nodded blankly: "Yeah."

"We’re not leaving?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "You go home first, I want to watch a bit longer."

She had to see that person come out safely.

"Alright then, I need to go home, my mom just sent me a message."

Fu Ying nodded.

She nonchalantly waved goodbye to Lin Lishan and turned her gaze back to the burning store.

More and more onlookers gathered at the fire scene, and Fu Ying, being short, couldn’t see what was happening inside.

Only after more than ten minutes passed and the crowd cheered did Fu Ying finally relax.

The child was taken to the hospital, and the parents were immensely grateful, while the firefighters had only one thing to say: "It’s what we should do."

Shen Liguang was washing his face behind the fire truck; the cool water ran down his skin and along his nose, easing the burning sensation.

As the crowd dispersed, his colleagues were packing up the equipment, and after hesitating, Fu Ying still went over: "Brother."

Shen Liguang paused while washing his face, looked up at her, and casually wiped his face with his hand.

Just as he was about to speak, the little girl dived into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Many years had passed, and she still hadn’t grown taller.

Her height reached his chest, and with a slight tilt of his head, he could rest his chin on top of her head.

"This your girlfriend, Xiao Shen?"

Someone asked.

An older middle-aged man.

Shen Liguang held his helmet in one hand and gently touched Fu Ying’s hair with the other, replying to the man: "Yeah, girlfriend."

The man teased: "Girlfriend’s worried."

Shen Liguang chuckled softly, eyes lowered as he looked at the person in his arms: "A lot of people are watching us, you know."

"Brother, will you be heading back to the apartment tonight?"

"I can’t. I have to swap shifts early tomorrow morning," said Shen Liguang. "You go back home on your own, don’t wander around late at night."

He spoke as if he was giving instructions to a child.

"Xiao Shen, your girlfriend looks so young."

Sometimes when people said this, Shen Liguang didn’t even know how to respond.

Here he was, nearly thirty, dating a girl who had just come of age.

Sometimes, it was difficult to speak up about it.

During his hesitant moments, the girl spoke up: "I am quite grown up; I’m just short."

Shen Liguang looked at her, his heart feeling warm.

No matter how he listened to her tone, she was always on his side.

"Head home."

Fu Ying nodded: "I will, I’ll head back now."

He watched as Fu Ying got into the car. She watched his figure get smaller and smaller until she could no longer see him.

The taxi driver asked with a smile: "Boyfriend?"

Fu Ying nodded, bravely admitting: "Yes, boyfriend."

"Having a firefighter as a boyfriend must feel very safe."

Fu Ying nodded: "Yes."

Indeed, being with Shen Liguang made her feel very safe.

Fu Ying felt herself slowly becoming dependent on him, a dependency that was somewhat frightening.

When she got home, Fu Mingchuan noticed she was in low spirits and knew it likely had to do with someone.

Thinking that she might have been bullied by Shen Liguang, he knocked and entered her room.

"What’s the matter, Yingying?"

Fu Ying looked at him, hesitating to speak.

On one hand, she was worried every time Shen Liguang went on a mission, and on the other hand, she was troubled by their secret romance.

This was a golden opportunity to speak up, as Fu Mingchuan had just registered his marriage with Aunt Wen Qing, and he was in good spirits these past few days.

Fu Ying mustered her courage and made a decision: "Dad, there’s something I need to tell you."

Fu Mingchuan nodded: "Go ahead, I’m listening."

Fu Ying took a deep breath: "I, I’m in a relationship."

Fu Mingchuan nodded without expression.

Fu Ying paused, finding it hard to gauge his reaction due to his lack of expression.

"It’s with Brother Li Guang. I, I’m with him now."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment in the bedroom.

After a while, Fu Mingchuan finally nodded: "As long as you’re happy with him, that’s good."

Fu Ying was surprised: "You don’t mind the age difference between us?"

Fu Mingchuan shook his head: "What’s the use of me minding? If you like him, even if I disagree, would you stop liking him? You were even preparing to elope."

Fu Ying scratched her head, suddenly feeling embarrassed: "Dad, how... how did you know?"

"Li Guang told me."

Fu Ying: "..."

"Why would he tell you those things?"

Fu Mingchuan: "You’re my daughter; how could I not know when you’re troubled? I’ve known about your crush on Shen Liguang for a couple of years now. But back then, you were still young, so I didn’t bring it up, thinking it was just a fleeting young crush. I didn’t expect you to hold on for so long."

Fu Ying’s face turned red: "Dad, how... how did you find out?"

"From your diary." Fu Mingchuan responded immediately, "I didn’t peek on purpose. One time you had a fever that wouldn’t break, and you had your diary in your hand. I was going to put the diary on the table, and that’s when I happened to see ’Shen Liguang’ written there. I only glanced at it."

Fu Ying wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

The little secret she’d been hiding for years had already been discovered by Fu Mingchuan.

She thought she had been careful about their secret romance, and now it seemed that probably the only person in the family who didn’t know was her eldest brother.