My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 166: Is It Gone?

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Is It Gone?

Fu Ying couldn’t sleep at night, one hand petting Qibao, the other flipping through a book, the family group chat was exploding with activity, and her phone screen kept lighting up.

Fu Yi: Our family has one more girl [attached a photo]

Xia Jinyun: Hahahaha.

Fu Mingchuan: ?

Wen Qing: The silhouette looks like Yanyan, doesn’t it?

Fu Mingchuan: ??

Grandma: [Voice message] Fifteen seconds of laughter...

Fu Yi: Grandma’s laugh... so devilishly enchanting...

Wen Tian: Today at the class reunion, coincidentally, I saw it too.

Fu Mingchuan: ???

Grandma: [Voice message] Yanyan wouldn’t want to be a girl, would he? I’ve seen on TV, a lot of boys deep down are actually girls, and then they go to Thailand for gender reassignment surgery.

Fu Ying: ...no wonder... little brother always asking me for money.

Xia Jinyun: Saving up for gender reassignment surgery?

Wen Qing: That’s... not very likely, is it?

Fu Mingchuan: ????

The discussion about Fu Yan’s cross-dressing in the group chat was intense. Fu Mingchuan sent several "?"s, unable to believe that his son wanted to be a girl.

Fu Mingchuan pondered for a long time, with a troubled expression, and finally tagged Fu Yan: Yanyan, do you really want to be a girl?

Fu Yan didn’t reply; he didn’t even look at his phone, let alone know that the whole family was aware of his cross-dressing episode.

Now he had changed out of the dress and was hiding in the car, staring intently at the restaurant entrance, and finally spotted Jin Cangcang affectionately linked arm-in-arm with the rich second generation walking out.

Fuck?!

Are they together now?

Jin Cangcang is way too easy to chase.

Thought she was a high and mighty flower, particularly hard to pursue.

If I’d known this earlier I would have...

By the time Fu Yan thought of it, he had already rushed in front of Jin Cangcang, blocking their path.

Jin Cangcang furrowed her brows: "What do you want?"

Fu Yan hemmed and hawed, finding an excuse: "I... I’m here to remind you, it’s time to pay back the remaining fifty thousand."

Jin Cangcang nodded: "Just so happens, I wanted to tell you that I’ve already transferred the remaining fifty thousand into that card, I don’t owe you anymore."

"..."

Fu Yan was stunned, all his skills in wooing women suddenly failing him.

Jin Cangcang looked at him, her red lips slightly curved, and a breeze stirred as she passed by his side.

The wind carried the scent of her hair.

Fu Yan watched her leave with the rich second generation, felt a sense of heaviness, kicked a pebble at his feet, and cursed under his breath.

Afterwards, Fu Yan got in the car and saw the chat history in the family group, his face turned green.

Today has been a fucking disaster.

Big brother is really too much!

Fu Yan felt irritated, threw his phone onto the passenger seat, lit a cigarette, looked up to see Jin Cangcang and the rich second generation preparing to enter a hotel.

A fire seemed to shoot up inside Fu Yan’s chest.

He frowned, took a drag of his cigarette, immediately snuffed it out, and got out of the car to cross the street, grabbing Jin Cangcang’s wrist and pulling her away.

Jin Cangcang frowned: "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"A little sick."

"Let go." Fu Yan’s grip was very strong, Jin Cangcang shook his hand forcefully, but his hold did not loosen at all.

"Let go so you can go to a hotel room with the rich second generation?"

As Fu Yan spoke, he tossed her into the car, then got in himself and locked the doors.

"What are you doing? You like me?"

"I..."

For some reason, Fu Yan felt the anger in his chest still burning.

He stared straight at Jin Cangcang’s seductive red lips, his mind in disarray, and suddenly leaned in to kiss her.

Jin Can frowned and pushed him away, looking at him with disgust in her eyes.

Fu Yan felt a piercing coldness in his heart.

He thought the occasional fights were no big deal, but he hadn’t realized she loathed him this much.

Fu Yan’s fingers gripped the fabric of the seat tightly, his eyes darkening: "Jin Cangcang, I’m also very wealthy. If you’re with me, you’ll have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life. You could even break away from your snobbish parents."

"Wealthy?" Jin Can sneered, "Is that what you thought before? Thinking you could toy with women just because you have money?"

"When did I ever toy with women?"

"I dated a few girlfriends in the past, but it was all normal relationships, normal breakups."

After that, he was constantly cuckolded.

Fu Yan cared about his face, so he didn’t say anything.

Jin Can pinned to her seat, her black curls unfurling, she looked up at him with a sarcastic tone: "How many have you slept with?"

Fu Yan was at a loss for words for a moment, his brain lagging, his memory suddenly taken back to his sophomore year in college, a reunion with some high school classmates, one of whom brought a girl.

That girl was different from Jin Can, silent, quiet, but her eyes had the same pride as Jin Can, cold.

That night everyone was having a blast, he wasn’t interested in the innocent girl, just focused on playing with his brothers; he couldn’t even remember what the girl looked like, just a general impression, and those proud eyes.

It seemed that was also the year he kept being cuckolded.

"Two..."

"Which two?"

"One was a normal girlfriend, and the other was... an accident."

"Then what?"

"I offered her money, she didn’t take it, and left."

Jin Can’s eyes darkened, she raised her knee and hit the man in his most vulnerable spot.

Fu Yan covered his groin, sweating from the pain.

"Damn it, Jin Cangcang, my sexual happiness..."

"What sexual happiness, you have been cuckolded anyway, green and oily..."

Jin Can got out of the car, flicking her long hair, emphasizing the words "green and oily."

Fu Yan, in his haze of pain, vaguely heard the rich second generation calling Jin Can "sister"...

What was that rich second generation’s name again, Wang Xinyu, reputable, Xinyu, damn that’s Uncle Wang’s youngest son.

When he was a child, he didn’t know the name, just heard people calling him Xinyu, Xinyu, and he didn’t know which "xin" and which "yu" it was.

...

The sky was a grey gloom, about to brighten.

Last night, someone had a good night’s sleep, someone stayed up all night, Fu Ying stretched and went downstairs only to see her brother covering his lower body, sleeping on the sofa.

It was seven in the morning; Fu Ying got up early, even Nanny Wu hadn’t come yet, Fu Ying walked over and nudged Fu Yan.

"Brother? Why are you sleeping here?" Fu Ying glanced at the place he was covering, incredulous, her mouth gaping, "Is it, is it gone?"

Fu Yan pulled the jacket off his face, looking haggard: "It’s not your grandpa, stop bothering me."

"..."

"Got something to ask you." Fu Yan sat up from the sofa, a serious expression on his face.

Fu Ying nodded.

"Did Jin Cangcang ever tell you any strange things?"

Fu Ying thought for a moment and shook her head: "We don’t really talk, different departments, different grades, we don’t run into each other often at school."

"How did you get to know her?"

"Just one night, Cheng Yiyi and a few thugs from outside the school robbed my bag, and she helped me get it back."

Fu Yan frowned: "Does she usually have contact with Cheng Yiyi?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "No."

"Why are you asking this, brother? Did you dress up as a woman last night to seduce Jin Can?"

Fu Yan was extremely frustrated, ruffling his hair with his hand.

He hadn’t fully digested all the connections he had with Jin Can after spending the whole night thinking it over.

He had really fallen for her trap.

He turned his head, serious and solemn: "Little sister, brother wants to apologize to you. I’ve been wrong about you all this time."

"Huh?" Suddenly being apologized to by her brother, Fu Ying didn’t react at first to the reason. When she wanted to ask, her brother shook off his jacket and went upstairs.