My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 172: I Chase After You

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: I Chase After You

Fu Ying finally managed to strip off Jin Can’s clothes, found one of her own roomy T-shirts, and put it on her before pulling the covers over Jin Can.

Waiting outside, Fu Yan saw Fu Ying exit the room and asked, "All set?"

Fu Ying nodded: "Mhm, where are you sleeping?"

Fu Yan scratched his head, turned, and went downstairs: "The sofa."

Had she not seen it with her own eyes, Fu Ying wouldn’t have believed it.

Her little brother actually went downstairs, covered himself with a blanket, and lay on the sofa.

Fu Ying turned and went back to her own room.

It rained all night outside, but at dawn, the sun made a rare appearance.

Fu Yan timed his return to the room carefully, fearing that Jin Can might wake up suddenly and bump into Fu Mingchuan. That could lead to an explanation he might struggle to clarify.

When Fu Yan entered the room, Jin Can was still asleep. He sat in front of the computer playing games until it started to dawn and there was noise outside as everyone got up.

Behind him, the woman wrapped in the blanket made a soft moan, prompting Fu Yan to turn back.

Jin Can rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed, her lazily curled long hair draping loosely around her.

She was still out of it, sitting for a good four or five seconds before realizing something was wrong. She looked down at her clothes, then raised her eyes to inspect the room.

Right at that moment, she caught Fu Yan’s wary gaze.

"You son of a—Fu Yan..."

Jin Can hadn’t finished her curse when Fu Yan’s hand suddenly covered her mouth.

Fu Yan hastily explained with a bit of urgency in his voice: "Don’t shout, listen to my explanation. I slept on the sofa last night, didn’t do anything to you. Your clothes were changed by my little sister, really. Do you believe me, do you or don’t you?"

Jin Can blinked and nodded her head.

Fu Yan let out a sigh of relief: "You really believe me?"

Jin Can frowned, struggling to breathe beneath his hand.

She began to struggle, realizing she wasn’t even wearing her underwear, only a T-shirt covering her body.

In the midst of their tussle, Fu Yan accidentally touched her chest, causing Jin Can’s entire body to stiffen.

Fu Yan’s hand trembled at the unwanted touch, thinking to himself, it’s over.

Jin Can was not just any girl; she was damn hard to deal with.

Suddenly, Jin Can quieted down, the air tense.

If one doesn’t die in silence, then one explodes from it.

Fu Yan licked his lips, swallowed hard, and offered a pale and feeble explanation: "I didn’t do it on purpose, you just had to struggle. I really didn’t do anything to you, my little sister can testify. I truly slept downstairs last night. Please don’t make a sound until my dad goes to work, okay?"

Jin Can closed her eyes and nodded slightly.

"Really? Don’t make a sound."

Jin Can nodded again.

Fu Yan looked at her, uncertain whether it was from the struggle or something else, but her cheeks were very red.

He hesitated before removing his hand.

Jin Can pushed him away and got out of the bed.

The T-shirt she wore barely covered her thigh roots, accidentally revealing everything with a slight movement.

She picked up her own still wet clothes.

"I brought you here totally out of goodwill. You were soaking in the rain by the roadside last night, drunk out of your mind. As a girl, can’t you stop getting sloshed thoughtlessly?"

Jin Can’s face turned cold: "Mind your own business. Turn your head, don’t look."

"You’re changing clothes?"

"Turn your head."

"You can’t go out right now. If you do, I’ll surely be beaten to death by my dad."

Fu Mingchuan was rather open-minded; he never cared about his son’s wild activities outside, mainly because he couldn’t control them, but he absolutely couldn’t bring someone home.

The only woman he could bring home had to be his daughter-in-law.

At this moment, Fu Mingchuan was probably having breakfast, and if Jin Can walked out like that, it was certain she would get noticed.

If discovered, Fu Yan would first get beaten, then subjected to a soul-cleansing lecture, sent to the countryside to reflect, and finally cut off from his financial resources.

Fu Yan looked at Jin Can, her tall and slender figure, not wearing an undershirt underneath, looked a bit...

He swallowed and grabbed Jin Can’s wrist in one swift move.

Jin Can’s eyebrows furrowed: "What are you doing?"

"You can’t go out."

Jin Can glanced over and ignored him.

Fu Yan suddenly exerted force, Jin Can fell onto the bed, and Fu Yan leaned over to pin her down.

"Fu Yan, you... mmm..."

Jin Can’s body stiffened, ready to lift her knee, but Fu Yan frowned and pressed down on her leg.

Jin Can tried to push him away with her hands but he caught her wrists, raised them above her head, and pinned them to the bed.

Jin Can clenched her fists, unable to move.

"I’m sorry."

Jin Can gasped violently, her thoughts seemingly returning to two years ago when he was heavily drunk, grabbed her hand and pressed her onto the bed.

"I apologize for what happened two years ago, and you’ve had your revenge, too. I’ve been cuckolded ever since, was it your doing? You knew I had feelings for you, did you have your cousin pretend to be a rich second-generation to provoke me? Indeed, I was pretty angry, and you succeeded. Are you satisfied now?"

"No."

"What then do you plan to do for revenge next?"

Jin Can turned her face away, not looking at him.

He could see very closely; their breaths were entwining.

Fu Yan looked down at her; his cheeks flushed red, revealing a wide expanse of fair skin on his neck.

Her neckline had shifted to one side due to her struggle just now, revealing a bit of her shoulder.

Fu Yan asked slowly, "Make me fall in love with you, then abandon me, right?"

"Let go of me."

"Don’t move." Fu Yan pressed down harder on her. "I’m sorry for the mistake I made two years ago and for what those bastards did. I apologize to you. You can have me do anything, Jin Can, I... I’m pursuing you now."

Jin Can’s eyebrows raised slightly, her lips curving up in a mocking smile: "You’re dreaming, let go."

Fu Yan bowed his head, looking at her cold, disdainful face.

Fu Yan dared not look any further; hearing no more noise from upstairs, he slowly released Jin Can and left the room.

The next time he saw Jin Can, she was walking out the door in her wet clothes from the previous night.

Xia Jinyun, with her pregnant belly, happened to come downstairs and saw Jin Can’s departing back.

"Your girlfriend?"

Fu Yan was listless, licked his lips as if he could still taste her, curved his mouth up slightly, and lazily replied: "Not yet."

Xia Jinyun nodded, not surprised, and went to eat breakfast.

Her belly was getting bigger day by day, eating on time for every meal, and she often felt hungry.

Not long after, Fu Ying also came downstairs, saw her brother’s dejected face, and probably guessed what had happened.

She went over and joined Xia Jinyun for breakfast while Nanny Wu called out to Fu Yan: "Come and have breakfast."

Fu Yan didn’t respond and went back upstairs.

At the breakfast table, it was just the three of them.

Nanny Wu was getting older and planning to resign to return home to retire; she had brought up this matter at the dining table, having already mentioned it to Fu Mingchuan.

Fu Ying indeed felt somewhat reluctant; after so many years, it had always been Nanny Wu’s cooking, and over time they had grown attached.

Fu Ying asked: "Nanny Wu, when are you leaving?"

"Today."

Fu Ying bowed her head, feeling gloomy.

Nanny Wu stood up, went to her room to get something, and returned.

She handed Xia Jinyun a pair of small shoes, tiger-head shoes, especially cute: "Here are little shoes, originally made for my grandson, but I made a pair for the baby in your belly."

Then she took out a lot of orange-flavored candies she often ate from her pocket.

"Nanny Wu has always seen you as her own child, I don’t really have anything to give, and I don’t know what to give, but I’ve noticed you like eating these little candies. I bought some from the supermarket this morning; you must control how many you eat, and remember to brush your teeth after eating them at night."