My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 171 Give Money

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Give Money

Wen Tian sat on the sofa, staring at the book, but couldn’t read a single word.

He could vaguely hear Fu Ying talking on the phone in the yard.

The girl’s voice was gentle, soft, and sweet. The eyes that were scared stiff last night finally had a gleam, but it was because of another person. He didn’t even need to appear to make the girl’s eyes light up.

This is probably the difference between liking and not liking.

Wen Tian lowered his eyes, pushed his glasses up, and stared at the six words "able to pick up, able to let go" on the book, zoning out.

"Thank you, Wen Tian, here’s your phone back."

He didn’t realize when the girl had finished her call and came over to return his phone.

Wen Tian snapped back to reality, took the phone, and said no need to thank him.

He was reading, and Fu Ying didn’t want to disturb him, so she had no choice but to turn around and go upstairs.

Hearing the footsteps getting farther away, Wen Tian lifted his head from the book and looked upstairs.

Fu Ying happened to enter her room and close the door.

Wen Tian silently withdrew his gaze.

In the evening, Shen Liguang came to return the phone to her, and in the car, he held her hand and instructed her not to touch water until it healed.

Fu Ying stared straight at him, looking extraordinarily well-behaved.

Shen Liguang thought of how she huddled scared in his arms last night, his heart ached fiercely, and suddenly felt a severe suffocation.

He reached out and pulled the girl into his arms, holding her tightly, "Almost scared to death."

Fu Ying’s face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, blinked her eyes, her small hand fumbling around his waist, tightly encircling him.

The girl’s action filled the emptiness in his heart, he slowly exhaled: "Hold onto brother tightly like this in the future too."

Fu Ying nodded, her nose feeling sour.

The atmosphere in the car was silent, Fu Ying leaned on him and slowly closed her eyes, beginning to feel sleepy.

Shen Liguang urged her to go upstairs: "Go back and sleep."

Fu Ying nestled in his arms, shaking her head, clinging to him, refusing to move.

Shen Liguang helplessly wanted to laugh.

In the end, he didn’t urge her anymore. She just lay in his arms, her small hands tightly around his waist, slowly falling asleep.

At first, her hands on his waist were forceful, gradually, they loosened.

Shen Liguang knew she had fallen into a deep sleep.

The bleak wind outside blew through the car window, Fu Yi came back from outside and saw Shen Liguang’s car parked by the roadside, knocked on the car door.

"She’s asleep."

Fu Yi took her from his arms, gesturing towards the house: "Aren’t you coming in?"

"No, my mom hasn’t been feeling well lately, I need to go back."

"How serious is it?"

"Stomach illness, an old problem."

Fu Yi nodded: "I’ll visit aunt in a few days."

Shen Liguang smiled: "Forget it, you’re already married with a child. If you go, my mom will be envious to death."

Fu Yi raised his eyebrows, teasing: "You already have a girlfriend, what are you worried about? My sister is still young. His mom is over fifty, as long as you’re capable, you can still have children."

Shen Liguang lowered his head, put a cigarette in his mouth, cupped his hands around it to light it, and slowly smiled: "Quite anxious."

"You’ll have to wait, my little sister is still young."

Shen Liguang looked up, looking at her in his arms, the outside wind was strong, blowing her long hair.

He frowned: "Hurry and take her inside, don’t let her catch a cold."

"Decency, you’re quite concerned about my sister."

Shen Liguang’s lips curved in a smile, urging: "Hurry up."

Fu Yi found his urgency amusing.

That iron-blooded young man who was once solely focused on airplanes could care so much about a girl.

Back then, seeing him uninterested in girls, he thought he’d remain a bachelor forever.

Fu Yi suddenly said: "Now I finally know why you didn’t have a girlfriend during three years of high school and four years of university."

Shen Liguang raised an eyebrow, he didn’t even know why himself, but was curious to hear someone else’s analysis.

"Didn’t find a chance to make a move on your brother’s sister, huh."

Shen Liguang took a drag of his cigarette, laughed and cursed: "Scram, hurry up and take her inside."

"Alright, I’m going in now. Drive safely."

"Okay." Shen Liguang nodded, watching as the person was carried in, then put out his cigarette and drove off.

Fu Ying hadn’t slept for long before waking up around midnight, and then she couldn’t fall back asleep.

She went to check her phone, charge it, and turn it back on—lots of messages and calls.

There were even more messages in the QQ group, all discussing last night’s events.

Lin Lishan and Li Hanyi kept asking about her situation. Since she didn’t have her phone with her, she hadn’t responded, but Wen Tian explained in the group that her phone was temporarily unavailable, which reassured everyone there.

Good news never goes beyond the gate, while bad news spreads far and wide.

All her friends knew about yesterday’s incident.

Seeing her online, Lin Lishan frantically asked for details in the group.

Fu Ying typed three words: All good here.

Immediately, Lin Lishan asked: What happened?

Fu Ying briefly typed the reason: She took revenge because her daughter wasn’t rescued.

Li Hanyi also spoke out: There are such people?

Du Yong: How could there not be? Where there’s a forest, there are all kinds of birds.

Li Hanyi: That’s true.

Lin Lishan: What happened afterward?

The little penguin icon flashing, Fu Ying replied: She might end up in jail.

After Fu Ying sent that message, the group erupted into lively discussion.

Fu Ying silently disappeared, exiting the QQ page.

Looking up, she noticed without realizing that it had started raining outside; the rain gradually became heavier, and the entire room filled with the noisy patter of rain hitting the glass windows.

She got up to close the window, and the room instantly became quieter.

Finally feeling sleepy, she yawned, glanced at the alarm clock—it was almost 3 AM.

She was about to go back to sleep when someone knocked on her door.

"Little sister, help me out."

Fu Ying was dragged next door and saw the drenched Jin Can.

The girl was terribly drunk, slumped in an armchair, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Fu Ying looked at Jin Can, then at Fu Yan, as if everything was understood without words.

Fu Yan frowned, raised his hand, and flicked her forehead: "What are you thinking? I just saw her drunk, sitting in the rain at the roadside, and being someone who cherishes beauty, I brought her back."

"Oh."

Fu Ying almost believed him, as if he didn’t have any ulterior motives.

"You take off her clothes."

"Ah? You, you do it yourself if you want."

"Tsk, I mean take off her clothes and change them."

"Oh, my clothes won’t fit her, they’re too small."

Fu Yan looked at Jin Can’s chest, then at Fu Ying’s.

He lowered his eyes and stroked his chin, nodding seriously: "Yeah, it’s small."

"I meant height-wise, Sister Jin Can is taller than me, my clothes would definitely be too small on her."

"I meant that too."

Fu Ying frowned.

Fu Yan made a pale explanation: "I meant the height and stature, not the chest."

"You brought her here; you deal with it."

As Fu Ying turned to leave the room, Fu Yan, seeing the heavily drunk Jin Can, became anxious: "Help your brother out."

"Pay me."

"...," Fu Yan paused, "How much?"

"5000."

"Fuck? Are you fucking robbing me?"

"Are you paying?"

"Yes."