My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 163 Jealousy

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Jealousy

Shen Liguang silently curved his lips: "And I miss you too."

Wu Xiaowu: "..."

Qian Zheng: "..."

"..."

Basically, when they’re together, it’s Shen Liguang taking the initiative to express affection, but the sudden sweetness scared Fu Ying, afraid her cheeks would blush and her heart would race.

She was about to stretch out her hand but withdrew it, letting the wind blow on her face to cool it down.

"Hmm? Why aren’t you talking?" His voice rose at the end, making her heart thump violently, "What are you doing?"

For some reason, Fu Ying couldn’t bear him speaking in such a flirtatious tone.

Facing him, she always retained a certain shyness, even though they had engaged in any intimate activity, she would still be embarrassed.

"Nothing." Fu Ying paused, then asked him, "Aren’t you busy?"

"On the fire truck."

Fu Ying’s face grew even redder: "Then, then everyone heard what you said just now, right?"

"Yep, what’s wrong?"

Fu Ying felt embarrassed: "Then I’m hanging up."

"Okay."

He uttered "okay" with a subtle teasing tone.

Fu Ying’s cheeks burned, and she quickly hung up the call.

Right now, he was headed to a jewelry store, where a lady was having trouble getting a ring off her finger, as it was stuck.

The store’s incandescent lights, along with the various ornaments in the display case, were almost blindingly white.

Shen Liguang quickly scanned the display case and immediately located the woman who reported the incident.

The ring was stuck on the ring finger, starting to swell.

After removing the ring and before leaving, he took another glance at the display case.

Qian Zheng also looked in the same direction: "Planning to buy a ring?"

Shen Liguang chuckled, a hint of significance in his eyes.

Qian Zheng was stunned for a moment, thinking things were moving too fast: "You’re getting married? How long have you two been together?"

"Is the boss getting hitched?" Wu Xiaowu pried upon hearing it, walking over with a gossip-filled expression.

Privately, they thought Shen Liguang wouldn’t marry before turning thirty, but now it seemed like they were going to be proven wrong.

Ever since this man fell in love, he seems to be thinking about marriage all the time.

Just now, on the phone inside the truck, he said something like "I miss you too," disgustingly sweet.

Dating and not even trying to hide it a bit, directly torturing single me who has only experienced online relationships.

Qian Zheng chuckled sarcastically: "Just now, you kept staring at the display case, surely you weren’t planning a robbery? If it really was a robbery, I bet you wouldn’t be aiming for the gold and silver jewelry, right?"

Someone laughed and joined in: "Then what is he stealing?"

Qian Zheng pondered, stroking his chin seriously: "Stealing a person."

After Qian Zheng finished, everyone laughed.

Shen Liguang could not help but laugh along: "Have you figured it out yet?"

Despite the warning, Wu Xiaowu continued to tease: "Don’t tell me you’re planning to steal Captain Fu’s little sister?"

Shen Liguang "tsked," and raised his hand to slap Wu Xiaowu’s head: "Physical training tomorrow."

Wu Xiaowu held his head and laughed playfully.

"Right, Xiao Shen, you haven’t told us yet how you two got together, did you chase after her?" someone asked.

Shen Liguang smiled: "Why the gossip?"

"It’s not just that, I’m also curious, how did you, boss, run off with Captain Fu’s sister? What did the young lady see in you?"

"She had me on her mind."

Wu Xiaowu: "Tsk tsk tsk, look at the boss’s style, I don’t buy it."

Shen Liguang looked at the neon lights, laughed without sound, and slowly said: "I had her on my mind too."

By that time, Fu Ying had already entered dreamland, sleeping soundly. He thought of her, looked at the time on his phone, guessing she had fallen asleep, and held back the itch in his heart without making another call.

Unknowingly, the days grew colder, and it seemed this year’s cold came earlier than expected.

On the eleventh, they all came back, agreeing to meet up together. Yingying wore a loose red sweater and black cropped pants as she stepped out the door.

While walking, she was side by side with Wen Tian.

"Did I hear you have a boyfriend now?"

"Mhm." Yingying nodded, a bit shyly; she had never actually talked about this with Wen Tian.

They had mentioned it in the group chat, and at that time, Wen Tian probably wasn’t around.

Wen Tian lowered his head slightly, and smiled faintly; his eyes dim, but his brows and eyes were still so gentle.

"Is he a firefighter?"

"Mhm, a firefighter, he saved me, he’s my brother’s friend."

The girl’s voice was very gentle. Wen Tian couldn’t help but look up at her; when she spoke of that man, there was light in her eyes, a smile on her lips, and softness in her words.

You really can’t hide liking someone.

Even hearing his name, she acted differently from everyone else.

Wen Tian pushed up his glasses and nodded gently, "Firefighters are good. ’They wish to dedicate their lives to the country; no need to be born at Yumen Pass.’"

Yingying laughed at this line of poetic praise.

"Sometimes, I really don’t want him to be a firefighter."

The girl’s voice was light, filled with concern.

On the sidewalk, the leaves on both sides had mostly fallen; the asphalt road was covered with fallen leaves, rustling underfoot.

Wen Tian tilted his head and looked at her intently.

Her fair little face was full of worry.

Across the street, Shen Liguang gazed darkly at the young girl and boy walking side by side.

Li Ruolan saw it too and tugged at his clothes, "A classmate?"

Shen Liguang snapped back to reality with a "Mhm."

Li Ruolan sensed something was off and asked, "Jealous?"

"No."

Li Ruolan couldn’t help but laugh, "Still saying no? You’re my son, how could I not know you? Can’t I tell when you’re upset? You must be jealous."

"Are we still going to the hospital?"

"Yes." Li Ruolan sighed, his lips lifting into an amused smile.

It was the first time he had seen his son being possessively angry over a girl, like a bristly little boy.

It seemed he was indeed deeply smitten.

"Love is all about mutual trust, do you trust Yingying?"

Shen Liguang thought of the girl’s promises to him, whether true or false, they felt beautiful. He nodded lightly, "I trust her."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"I can’t stand seeing her with other men."

Li Ruolan: "That’s too chauvinistic."

Shen Liguang laughed at himself as well.

The truth is, the little one liked him first, longing for him in her diary, even writing him love poems.

In the end, he fell deeper and deeper.

Even harboring strong possessiveness.

Last time, on an impulse, he scared the little girl so much her face turned pale, yet she still brought him water and medicine.

He doesn’t distrust her.

It’s himself he doesn’t trust.

He’s almost thirty, and she’s not even twenty; this nine-year age difference is surely too much. By the time Yingying turns twenty, he will already be 29.

"Worried about the age?" Li Ruolan asked again.

"Mhm." Shen Liguang hesitated for a second, nodded, and gave a rueful smile. "When I became an adult, she was just a little brat of around ten."

Li Ruolan nodded and sighed, "That’s true, but a relationship is a matter between you two. It’s up to you to feel whether you’re right for each other or not. Though, if Yingying truly wants to be with you, she won’t care about age."

"I know." Shen Liguang helped her as they turned into the hospital, speaking softly, "It’s me who always can’t overcome it."