My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 162 I Miss You Too

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 I Miss You Too

Lin Lishan stared at the heap of potato beef stew and swallowed hard.

"Have you ever asked your dad if your little brother is truly related by blood?"

Fu Ying poked at the vegetables in her bowl, frowning: "No."

These siblings act like sworn enemies. Lin Lishan, having no siblings herself, actually envied Fu Ying for having a brother to mess around with.

Lin Lishan pushed the beef in front of Fu Ying: "I’m really jealous of you, having a little sister like me giving you meat."

"It’s too lean, eat more."

Lin Lishan sighed at her slim arms and legs, which were truly envy-inducing and hateful.

"Thank you."

"Right, it’s almost the Eleventh, isn’t it? Li Hanyi and the others are coming back, they said let’s all gather. Bring along your firefighter brother then."

"He doesn’t have time."

"Ah, firefighters are pretty busy, right?"

Fu Ying nodded: "Mhm."

"Then in the future, won’t you often be alone at home?"

"Yes and no."

Lin Lishan was confused: "What do you mean?"

"My body is in Cao’s camp, but my heart is with Han, understand?"

"That’s still being alone at home." Lin Lishan pursed her lips and clicked her tongue twice, feeling increasingly sour inside, "Give me back the beef, don’t eat it, I won’t let you have it."

Fu Ying couldn’t help but laugh.

"Stingy."

"Hmph." Lin Lishan pouted grumpily.

In that moment, sunlight slanted in.

The confession over at Jin Can’s place wasn’t over yet.

Fu Yan couldn’t hold back anymore, took a piece of cloth and walked out, suddenly blocked by a figure.

"Brother Yan!"

At that call of "Brother Yan", Lin Lishan instantly got goosebumps all over.

Both turned their heads, Cheng Yiyi was hugging Fu Yan, extremely affectionate.

Fu Yan frowned deeply, pushing away Cheng Yiyi who was hugging him, a face full of disdain.

As Fu Yan struggled free from Cheng Yiyi, Jin Can finished eating and left with his followers in a grand manner.

Lin Lishan asked Fu Ying, "Isn’t that our school’s beautiful and charming campus belle? Why is she hugging your little brother? Do you know each other?"

Fu Ying bowed her head and continued shoveling food into her mouth: "Know her, not close."

"But..." Lin Lishan paused a moment, couldn’t help but shiver, "Just now, that Brother Yan from her nearly drove me away."

Fu Ying smiled: "She’s the daughter from my aunt’s side, quite fond of my big and little brothers."

"So she probably doesn’t like you much."

Fu Ying shook her head: "You’re wrong, I don’t like her."

"It shows. Oh, accompany me out for a bit later."

Sheng Chen sent Lin Lishan something again, the delivery address at their high school on the other end, not too far. It’s about ten minutes by bus.

Entering the parcel collection point, the courier guy was still there. Because Fu Ying often came to pick up parcels with Lin Lishan, he remembered her.

The two of them smiled at each other as if they were old acquaintances.

Lin Lishan reported the pickup code.

"You must have graduated from here, right?" the courier guy asked.

"Mhm, we’re sophomores now."

"Why still come here to pick up parcels?"

"My boyfriend sends stuff and always writes this address." Lin Lishan received the parcel, the box quite heavy, and eagerly ripped it open.

Inside was a wooden carving made by Sheng Chen; two little figures kissing, presumably one was Lin Lishan and the other was Sheng Chen.

All the way, Lin Lishan showed off the thing to Fu Ying.

Fu Ying found it amusing.

"Childish."

Outside, a gust of wind blew, and a firetruck passed by. Shen Liguang saw the girl by the roadside.

Yellowed leaves on the sidewalk fell down, she walked forward while talking to her friend, her eyes curved into a smile.

The silhouette disappeared, and he retracted his gaze.

Someone in the car asked, "What are you looking at?"

Shen Liguang smiled and shook his head.

The sun was gradually setting in the west, Fu Yan watched Jinyun accept the flowers from the rich second generation. He flicked away his cigarette butt, strode forward, snatched the flowers from Jinyun’s hands and tossed them away, then firmly grabbed Jinyun’s wrist and pulled her towards a secluded spot.

Fu Ying was stunned. The guy just now was kind of domineering and handsome.

Jinyun was pressed against the wall with a heavy force, sending a shock of pain down her back.

She still had a cigarette in her mouth, and smoke circled before her eyes. She frowned, "Are you sick in the head?"

After a moment of impulsiveness, Fu Yan suddenly came to his senses and stared at her without reducing the strength in his hand.

"Let go."

Fu Yan chickened out and slowly released his hand.

Jinyun glanced at him, her red lips curving upwards: "What are you implying? Are you interested in me?"

Fu Yan hesitated briefly, his expression unnatural: "Who, who would be interested in you?"

Jinyun silently hooked her lips and walked around him towards the teaching building.

Fu Yan turned to watch her retreating figure. She seemed frail and slender, which suddenly made Fu Yan feel a dull pain in his chest. He frowned and punched the wall.

Damn!

Chicken out again.

Jinyun pinched the cigarette butt, squashed it, and flicked it into the trash can, then slowly smiled.

The sun set, and the night grew darker; home was warm and serene.

Xia Jinyun’s belly was getting bigger, she sat on the couch wearing loose clothes while Fu Yi peeled an apple for her.

Fu Mingchuan sat on the couch reading the newspaper, Wen Qing bowed her head, seemingly knitting little shoes for the unborn child.

Fu Ying sneakily took a piece of apple with a toothpick, but was caught by Fu Yi who unceremoniously slapped her hand.

Xia Jinyun frowned: "If your little sister wants to eat, let her. Aren’t you siblings after all?"

Fu Yi: "I was making it for you."

Xia Jinyun lowered her head and smiled: "There’s plenty, I can’t finish it all."

Fu Ying sighed and went upstairs.

Just as she entered her room, she saw her phone flashing. Fu Ying immediately answered.

The caller was grandma.

"Grandma."

"Yeah," Grandma’s voice sounded old as she responded, then asked, "Do you miss grandma?"

"I do." Fu Ying nodded, indeed she missed her grandma who always told her stories of the past.

Fu Ying felt she was a person who cherished nostalgia and enjoyed listening to old tales.

Grandma chuckled: "It’s gotten colder recently, and my old ailment has acted up again. Suddenly, I just wanted to give you a call."

The old ailment was leg pain.

Due to old age, arthritis, often causing leg pain.

"Grandma, come live with us."

"It’s not quite appropriate for me to go back. Your mother passed away early, and your father has always been taking care of me. Now that he’s found someone new, it wouldn’t be right for me to disturb them."

Listening, Fu Ying rubbed her eyes: "Grandma, Aunt Wen is a good person, she won’t dislike you."

Fu Ying and her grandma talked for a long time on the phone, so much so that Shen Liguang had been trying to call her but kept getting a busy line.

As soon as she finished talking with her grandma and hung up, his call came through.

The ringtone was urgent and jarring in the quiet bedroom, seemingly out of place.

Fu Ying clumsily hurried to answer.

"Hello, big brother?"

"I called you many times, but you were busy."

"Just now, my grandma called me."

"What did she say?"

"Nothing much, she just missed me."

Autumn, the nighttime breeze carried a chill, blowing the curtains and sneaking into the room.

Fu Ying got up to close the window, hearing him say: "I miss you too."

Fu Ying’s heart skipped a beat, and shyly she replied: "But we just saw each other last night."