My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 170 Alone

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 Alone

Qian Zheng remained silent and jerked his chin towards the direction of Shen Liguang.

Wu Xiaowu looked over and saw him pinching a cell phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other, puffing smoke, surrounded by the odor of tobacco.

Lately, too many upsetting things had happened one after another; the situation had just been really dangerous, and they almost...

The mere thought was terrifying.

If the boss had seen his own girlfriend dying right in front of him, he probably would never work as a firefighter again.

Wu Xiaowu and Qian Zheng fell into an unspoken silence together, and with silent gestures, they went upstairs.

Shen Liguang took a drag on his cigarette, holding it in his hand, and leaned his head back, slowly exhaling a breath.

The moon and starlight tonight were also beautiful. The autumn night breeze blew, and Shen Liguang’s irritations slowly dispersed.

A sense of relief washed over him, thankful that all was well.

The Fu family’s home was brilliantly lit.

Fu Mingchuan paced back and forth in the bedroom, unable to sleep. Wen Qing entered and saw his pale face which seemed to have suddenly aged.

"Yingying was terribly frightened, her big bright eyes usually so lively. To see them dull just now was heartbreaking," Wen Qing sighed, knowing Fu Mingchuan was still scared, and comforted him softly, "It’s good that nothing happened, no harm is good news."

"I’m just frightened after the event. You don’t know, that woman is too malicious. She hung Yingying from the sixth floor, sharpened a pair of scissors against the rope, and smeared lubricant on Yingying’s hands. When Liguang rushed over, the rope snapped. Fortunately, he grabbed the rope and not the hand, otherwise the consequences..."

"Isn’t this putting someone to death?"

Wen Qing nodded and patted Fu Mingchuan’s back gently, "We’ll follow whatever procedures need to be followed when the time comes, we won’t let go of any responsibilities that have to be pursued."

Fu Mingchuan nodded and got into bed, "That’s the only way to go."

"Alright, it’s late. Get some sleep."

The stars outside wheeled across the sky.

Fu Ying had a dreamless sleep last night, and she slept so deeply that she didn’t wake up until almost noon. She stared at the ceiling for a while, reached for her cell phone to send Shen Liguang a message, then remembered she had lost her phone the night before.

She sat up in bed for a moment, then got dressed, washed up, and went out.

She was preparing to go downstairs when she ran into Wen Tian, who happened to be coming out of his room.

Wen Tian looked at her and asked with an awkward concern, "Are you alright?"

Fu Ying shook her head, "I’m okay."

"That’s good then."

Nanny Wu and Aunt Wen were busy making lunch in the kitchen.

Fu Mingchuan saw her and waved, "Yingying."

It was only now that Fu Mingchuan truly breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled Fu Ying over to look at her wrist.

After Shen Liguang treated the wound and wrapped it in gauze last night, thinking back to how it was raw and bloody, Fu Mingchuan sighed deeply.

"Last night scared Daddy to death. I almost thought... Daddy thought..."

Fu Mingchuan’s eyes reddened as he spoke.

Fu Ying felt uncomfortable. She had never seen Fu Mingchuan’s eyes red, and it was hard to imagine what a man over fifty looked like when crying, but the thought was upsetting.

"Dad, it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore. It was just really scary at the time."

Fu Ying still remembered the sensation of suddenly losing her footing and hanging in mid-air, the overpowering will to live making her terribly scared to die.

Her hands were tied, her mouth was sealed, and at first, her legs kicked wildly in fright. Gradually, she realized that struggling would loosen the knot a bit, but later she stiffened, daring not to move.

That fear that made you stare death in the face, it was as if it could tear through the heart.

Now, thinking back sent chills down her spine.

Fu Mingchuan looked at her, feeling heavy inside.

This girl seemed to have changed too much after that fire, almost as if she had become a different person, sensible and well-behaved, obedient, and particularly considerate.

"Daddy will certainly pursue this matter."

Fu Ying nodded.

She knew that murder was a crime, and that woman was facing years of imprisonment.

But she wasn’t a saint and didn’t have any sympathy for that woman.

"It’s a great fortune to be safe," Fu Yan bombarded Jin Can with messages on his phone, sending over 100 messages before he noticed the red exclamation mark: he had been blocked.

Fu Yan couldn’t help but curse silently in his head and glanced at Fu Ying, "A blessing in disguise for those who survive a disaster."

Fu Mingchuan nodded, "Exactly, exactly, a blessing in disguise for those who survive a disaster. We owe Li Guang again. We should invite him over for a meal sometime."

Fu Yan tried to add Jin Can on WeChat, was rejected, threw away his phone, and said lazily, "Why bother inviting him for dinner? Just give him your daughter. Once and twice is fine, but not the third time. How many times has Brother Li Guang saved Fu Ying already? I say just get them married."

Fu Ying bowed her head, her face blushing slightly.

Fu Mingchuan sighed, feeling that everything was fate.

"Alright, let’s not bring up yesterday’s event anymore; it’s scary enough. What’s important is that everyone is alright. Let’s eat. Where are Jinyun and Tian Tian?"

"They are upstairs, I’ll go get them."

Before, there were four people in the house, including Nanny Wu.

Sometimes two, sometimes three would dine together, but now with more people, the long table was almost full. With more people eating, the house became livelier.

Xia Jinyun had many dietary restrictions due to her pregnancy; the household was catering to the pregnant woman, the meals mainly consisted of what the pregnant woman could eat.

The whole family ate together in harmony, chatting during the meal, and Fu Ying felt this was a good life.

In the afternoon, she wanted to get in touch with Shen Liguang, but didn’t have her phone on her. By coincidence, everyone went off to work and only she and Wen Tian were at home. She borrowed a phone from Wen Tian and called him.

It took a while to connect.

"Hello?"

The other party sounded as if he hadn’t slept all night, his tone weary and tired, his voice hoarse.

Fu Ying turned to glance at Wen Tian, then walked to the yard to talk to him.

"Brother, it’s me."

"Brother has brought trouble to you."

"It’s not your fault."

Fu Ying took a deep breath, wanting to ask him if he was afraid of death, at that perilous moment, without any protective measures, reaching out and desperately holding onto her.

She was afraid to hear the answer, so she didn’t ask.

Would she die? Coming from another world, maybe if she fell from the sixth floor, she would return to where she originally belonged.

The phone call went silent for a moment, Fu Ying looked up at the sky, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, and she softly called out to him, "Brother."

"I’m here," he replied.

Those two short words stirred feelings within Fu Ying that she couldn’t describe.

It was very comforting.

"You looked so cool when you lunged over, like a general."

Shen Liguang: "If you’re a princess, then I am a general."

Indeed.

She was a little princess before she came here.

It’s a pity that she isn’t now.

"If I’m not a princess, then what are you?"

"Fu Ying’s boyfriend, future husband," the person paused, then chuckled, "Who says you’re not a princess? You are, you’re just my princess."

"Then you’re also my personal general."

"Mhm, yours, only yours."

His tone carried a light laughter, stirring the heartstrings.

Fu Ying guessed, he must have seen her journal, where it said: He is a hero, but not exclusively mine; he is a general, but also not exclusively mine.