My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 143 Password 212121

Chapter 143: Chapter 143 Password 212121

The little girl sent a bunch of photos, all of them were scenery shots taken along the way, and only at the end did she awkwardly send over a photo of herself, then added a goodnight message.

Shen Liguang stared at the last goodnight message, hesitated, and replied: Isn’t your boyfriend out there? Aren’t you going to tell him a few words?

After sending it, he didn’t wait for a reply. It wasn’t even two minutes before Shen Liguang silently withdrew the message.

In the end, he could only laugh helplessly: "Really an insensible little thing."

"Who lacks a conscience?"

Shen Liguang lifted his gaze, sweeping over Song Yao: "No one."

"Right, why don’t you bring your girlfriend out?"

"She’s busy."

Song Yao smiled, no longer speaking. He also seemed to not want to engage with her, lowering his head and staring at his phone.

It was a photo of a young girl.

The girl in the photo was bursting with youth, with a radiant smile, her eyes curved and shining, wearing a light-colored skirt, paired with a pair of white shoes, and a sun hat. Behind her was a cornfield.

Shen Liguang stared at the photo, his mouth always curved upwards, his fingertips gently caressing as if he could touch the girl’s face through the screen, so cautious.

Under Song Yao’s gaze, Shen Liguang set the photo as his phone wallpaper. He changed the original numeric password, which was six 1s, to 212121, without turning away from Song Yao.

Song Yao withdrew her gaze, her expression not looking too good.

Everything was unspoken, it was as if that slap didn’t land on her face, yet it felt as if it did.

In any case, it felt like a burning sensation on her face.

"Li Guang, come have a drink."

The restaurant’s private room was particularly lively, with several people calling Shen Liguang to drink.

Shen Liguang paused for a moment, thinking that he used to consider whether the next day was a workday when drinking, now he also had to consider the little pest. Only then did he remember she would be gone for half a month; not to mention kissing, he couldn’t even hug her.

Several old high school classmates, having not seen each other for many years, and now gathered together, were in high spirits.

Fu Yi left with Xia Jinyun, after all, his wife was pregnant, and it wasn’t suitable for them to stay in such an environment, so the others didn’t insist.

When leaving the private room, Xia Jinyun tugged at Fu Yi’s clothes: "Fu Yi?"

Fu Yi looked down: "Hmm."

"That woman is your classmate?"

Fu Yi nodded: "Yeah, she was the campus belle back in the day. Didn’t you know?"

Xia Jinyun remembered, her voice a bit muffled: "I know, she used to hang out a lot with you guys, the school once suspected you were dating."

Seeing her unhappy tone, Fu Yi laughed: "Jealous? What are you thinking? She liked Li Guang."

Xia Jinyun looked up: "You noticed too?"

"Yeah."

Xia Jinyun: "She’s not married?"

"She was, but then she got divorced. She comes from a rich family, Li Guang could have saved himself twenty years of struggle by staying with her."

Xia Jinyun raised her hand and hit Fu Yi: "You’re terrible. What about that little sister?"

"Who cares about an old man."

"Right, I feel she’s a bit off."

"Don’t worry, Li Guang knows what he’s doing."

Xia Jinyun couldn’t help but glance back at the private room, still hearing the lively laughter inside.

Fu Yi leaned down and kissed her face: "Don’t worry, she couldn’t get Li Guang back then, and she won’t be able to now."

Xia Jinyun calmed down and nodded.

...

As the eastern sky began to show a streak of light, townspeople started their busy routines.

Fu Ying got up early, helped her grandmother prepare breakfast, and then went to the next room to wake Fu Yan.

He had come back at some time last night and was now sound asleep.

Fu Yan didn’t get out of bed leisurely until the sun was high and three poles in the sky.

While picking vegetables, Grandma instructed, "Go find Cancan later and apologize."

"Apologize for what?"

"You don’t remember what you did yesterday?"

Fu Yan frowned, "She let her dog bite me last night, I’m not apologizing."

Grandma’s face turned cold, "You can choose not to apologize, but then I’ll go see your Uncle Wang and discuss the marriage."

"Pfft..." Fu Yan was getting ready to brush his teeth, he spit out all the mouthwash, "Marriage? Marriage?"

"The purity of a girl is very important."

"Grandma, what outdated thinking is this? It’s not like the old days when you had to marry someone if you saw her body. The key is the person has to agree to it."

"Then just go and apologize properly."

Fu Yan brushed his teeth, mumbling unclearly in agreement: "Mhm, I got it, Grandma."

Life in the small town is quite slow, Fu Ying gets up at seven every morning to accompany Grandma to the market, helps with cooking at noon, takes an afternoon nap with her, and weeds the vegetable garden in the afternoon.

After a few days, she’s gotten quite a tan.

Fu Yan and Jin Can were like two arch-enemies, turning the whole town upside down, with Fu Yan meeting his match and living in deep water and scorching fire every day.

In the evening, Fu Ying found a secluded place to call him. It connected immediately after one ring.

"Yingying." He called her name, sounding so pleasing.

"Did you miss your brother?"

Before Fu Ying could reply, he asked again.

Fu Ying made an "Mhm" sound, her cheeks blushing.

"Ten more days."

"Hmm?" Fu Ying didn’t catch on immediately.

Shen Liguang laughed, "In ten days, you’ll be back."

Only then did Fu Ying realize that he had been counting the days since she left.

"Are you at the fire station now?"

"Mhm." Shen Liguang stared at the epaulet on his wrist and chuckled, "Your epaulet still seems to have your scent."

Fu Ying’s cheeks heated up; just as she was about to speak, she heard the alarm sound from his side.

He hung up first, rushing down to change clothes.

Fu Ying stared at her phone for a while and muttered to herself, "Stay safe."

Fu Ying went to sleep, and he was returning from a completed task. As Fu Ying dreamed, he was once again leading the team to rush out, with the sky turning from deep black to deep blue, still protecting the city’s peace.

Dawn.

Shen Liguang was washing his hands. His hands, covered in soot, regained their fairness under the water’s rinse. His bones looked nice, his fingers long. Being a firefighter, training every day, handling the hose, his hands now have calluses, not as soft and tender as before. Bumps and knocks were daily occurrences, and the hands were the most prone to injury.

Wu Xiaowu glanced at him and accidentally saw the small rubber band on his wrist, which seemed more like a part of a girl’s undergarment strap than a rubber band.

"What the heck? Boss, what’s that on your wrist?"

Shen Liguang raised an eyebrow, slightly proud, "Jealous?"

Wu Xiaowu laughed full of expectation, "Just curious what a girl’s strap smells like."

Shen Liguang chuckled, dried his hands, and left a remark, "Find a girlfriend and figure it out yourself."

Qian Zheng came face to face and saw his flirty laughter, curious, "What’s making the Boss smile so amorously?"

"The boss has a girl’s innerwear strap on his wrist."

"Isn’t that perverted?"

"You guys don’t have girlfriends, what do you know? This is a bit of romance."

"Tch." Qian Zheng, "I’ve always thought the Boss was a decent guy, didn’t expect this, quite saucy, eh."