My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 173: Secretly in Love, Silently Letting Go

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Secretly in Love, Silently Letting Go

Fu Ying nodded with a sparkle in her eyes and smiled at Nanny Wu: "Thank you."

Then, she hung her head, not speaking for a long time.

She had been here for several years, and Nanny Wu had been in the household for just as long.

From initially not being used to the local food to getting accustomed to it, Nanny Wu’s cooking became exceptionally delicious, with various kinds of delightful snacks.

The first time she tasted cake, she was so infatuated, and Nanny Wu would make it for her.

Nanny Wu handled all the big and small chores in the house by herself, and Fu Ying seemed to have gotten used to her presence, even considering Nanny Wu part of the family.

Nanny Wu could tell she was reluctant to leave and reached out to touch her head: "Call Nanny Wu when you get married, my phone number won’t change."

Fu Ying hung her head, nodded, and then sniffled.

That day, after Nanny Wu finished preparing lunch, she didn’t stay to eat and left.

Fu Yan drove her to the bus station.

Fu Ying was down in the dumps all afternoon, feeling as if the house was missing something.

Green locust trees and willow smoke along the long pavilion road, resentful of the hasty separation

One must always get used to parting ways.

As the National Day holiday was coming to an end, Du Yong and Li Hanyi were also about to leave, and they all gathered once more.

Every time was always in that KTV, that private room, that place seemed to have become their usual haunt.

As soon as they gathered, they would be there, singing and having fun, then going out to eat before returning to their own homes.

Lin Lishan and Sheng Chen dueted a love song, filling the entire room with sweetness.

Du Yong was immensely jealous, enviously exclaiming: "Next time we meet up, I will definitely bring my girlfriend."

Li Hanyi: "Dream on, I think being single is quite nice."

"Who was the one running around like a headless chicken for a girl in high school?"

Li Hanyi wasn’t angry even after being called out but just smiled faintly: "I was too young and naive back then."

His smile seemed to show he had indeed matured quite a bit compared to before.

After all, they were fifteen or sixteen years old then, and now eighteen or nineteen.

"Wen Tian, you’ve never sung before, how about a song?"

Wen Tian used to be pretty introverted, especially during the first two years when Fu Mingchuan and Wen Qing just got together; he was particularly reticent.

Perhaps after spending a long time with Li Hanyi and the others, he’d become more lively.

He never would proactively pick a song to sing before, but today, he chose "Let Go." Li Hanyi and Du Yong were especially surprised and curious to see what this diligent student sounded like when singing.

A sentimental ballad that expressed a secret love, a silent letting go.

Wen Tian was a calm and gentle person, and so was his singing—quiet, tender, and flowing slowly.

Then, when Wen Tian went to University B, everyone noticed that his QQ signature changed to: "On an ordinary day, I finally let go of someone special."

They asked him in the group chat if he was in a relationship, to which he replied: I had a crush on a girl, it’s over now.

As for who the girl was, aside from Lin Lishan, no one knew.

Not even the girl herself knew.

Later on, Fu Ying immersed herself in attending classes and studying for exams, too busy to think about anything else.

As autumn progressed, the days grew shorter, and time seemed to fly by; by mid-November, the court case was held.

Fu Ying appeared as the plaintiff, and it was her first time standing in a courtroom. Facing the judge, she wasn’t the least bit shy and recounted the events of that day.

In the end, the court pronounced a verdict of attempted murder, sentencing the perpetrator to 15 years due to the offense being incomplete.

Coming out of the courtroom, Fu Ying couldn’t quite articulate her feelings; she wasn’t happy that the bad person was punished.

It was heard that, after the police intervened in the investigation, they found the girl’s life to be very troubled. After her parents divorced, the girl stayed with her father as her mother was a homemaker and didn’t have a job.

Her father quickly found a new love and virtually ignored her.

The girl was bullied at school, and when she went home and told her father, he told her to endure it and to get along well with her classmates.

He thought getting along well would prevent any problems.

She wanted to tell her mother on many occasions but knew her mother was experiencing a rough time reentering the workforce, so she only ever shared the good news, not the bad.

The girl’s greatest wish was to pass the exams and live in the same city as her mother.

Only she never made it through.

Thinking it over, Fu Ying sighed, which the man heard.

"What are you sighing for?"

Fu Ying shook her head silently: "Nothing much, just thinking that those who are hateful must have their pitiable sides."

"Still thinking about that incident?"

He held her wrist, looking at the scar. It wouldn’t fade for months, or perhaps it was uncertain if it would ever fade.

The girl with scars on her body didn’t seem to worry at all, resting her chin on her other hand, her tea-colored eyes gazing out the window.

The tea shop wasn’t very crowded, exceptionally quiet, filled with the fragrance of tea everywhere.

Their voices were also exceptionally soft.

"What are you thinking about now?"

"Thinking about what would happen if I fell from the sixth floor."

She remembered that when she had traveled through time, it was because she accidentally knocked over a candlestick, which then caught fire. In a critical moment, she arrived here—perhaps she could go back in just as critical a moment.

Listening to her talk nonsense, Shen Liguang pinched her hand a bit harder.

"It hurts."

"It hurts just as much when dying."

"Maybe it’s a fleeting moment where you don’t even feel the pain before you’re gone."

"Gone." Shen Liguang found the term she used amusing. She was like a delicate young lady, quiet and gentle, and the word seemed somewhat out of place coming from her mouth, "Who did you learn that from?"

"From Du Yong and the others, my high school classmates. They always chat in the QQ group and speak quite interestingly."

"What else have you learned?"

Fu Ying thought for a moment: "Kissing."

Shen Liguang curved his lips, laughing softly, "Kissing?"

Just then, someone entered the tea shop. People passing by their table couldn’t help but turn to look at the couple because they were so easy on the eyes.

Fu Ying lowered her head and peeled a piece of candy to put in her mouth.

Suddenly, Shen Liguang picked up a book from the table, using it to shield them, pulled Fu Ying towards him, and kissed her flushed lips.

His tongue glided over, stealing the candy from her mouth.

"Kissing."

Fu Ying still had the taste of candy in her mouth, but now the candy was in Shen Liguang’s mouth.

After she came back to her senses, her face blushed slightly, and she held the pen, looking down.

"Where do you not understand?" he asked, unflustered.

Fu Ying glanced at him: "Do you know?"

"I can school you."

"..." Fu Ying moved her lips slightly and pushed the math homework towards him, "I don’t understand any of it."

Shen Liguang: "..."

He briefly looked over the girl’s math homework, then felt a bit of a headache. There was an orange flavor on his tongue, he pushed his cheek with his tongue, thinking of something and couldn’t help but find it funny.

"So dumb."

Fu Ying: "..."

"Lucky we weren’t classmates, when I tutor you, out of ten problems you’d get eight wrong, I would’ve been annoyed to death by you."

Fu Ying mumbled: "Back in high school, Wen Tian often tutored me. He was always gentle, very patient."

"He was gentle?"

Fu Ying nodded: "He was very patient, he deserves half the credit for my progress in high school."

"Did you hang out together often?"

Fu Ying: "Occasionally, on weekends, but it was rare after we were in different classes."

As they talked, Fu Ying felt that he was off, tugged on his hand and whispered, "What are you thinking? His mom even married my dad."

The man leaned back in his chair, with a smile on his lips, a playful look on his face: "Let’s go to the apartment tonight."

Fu Ying: "..."