My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 174 Everything is Good

Chapter 174: Chapter 174 Everything is Good

Fu Ying bowed her head and texted Lin Lishan for help: "Jin Can is jealous, what did you do?"

Lin Lishan replied: "It’s a sweet burden, isn’t it? It’s easy to appease Sheng Chen, just give a hug and a kiss, and all will be well, if that doesn’t work, you can only..."

Only after that, she sent a "mischievous smile" emoji. Fu Ying understood immediately, turned off her phone, and went to open the door.

He was dressed in home clothes, leaning on the sofa, his slender fingers fiddling with a Rubik’s Cube.

The movie playing on the TV in front of him failed to capture his full attention.

Fu Ying turned around, softly closed the door, and called out quietly: "Brother."

Shen Liguang lifted his gaze.

Those black pupils appeared profound.

Fu Ying hesitated a bit, pondering whether to take Lin Lishan’s advice and make the first move to show goodwill.

The Rubik’s Cube in his hands was nearly completed, only one piece was missing. He kept flicking it carelessly, seemingly disrupting it, but quickly restoring it to its original state, even the previously misplaced color found its place.

Fu Ying watched, dazzled. He had already solved the Rubik’s Cube, and she was still undecided about whether to do as Lin Lishan suggested.

He twirled the cube in his fingers, then turned to look at her.

His gaze was deep, still angry about what happened during the day.

"Figured out how to apologize?"

Fu Ying licked her dry lips, took the initiative to hug him, snuggled into his embrace, then tilted her head up and kissed his lips lightly.

"Does this work?"

Her attempt at pleasing him was a little forced, but Shen Liguang couldn’t resist her soft and delicate manner.

Her voice was husky, almost like a tease.

But it was no use.

"That’s it?"

Fu Ying nodded lightly, about to speak, only to hear him say: "No use."

Fu Ying: "..."

"..."

Outside it was very dark, lightless.

Biting her lip, she called out to him: "Brother, let’s stop."

The young girl’s eyes were wet, she sniffled, stretched out her hand from under the blankets, grasping the bedsheets, trying to crawl out.

The man reached out his hand, gripping hers, fingers interlocking, then pulled her back under the blankets.

"I think when you had a crush on me, I was better than anyone."

Fu Ying felt an indescribable sense of shame; her body was bare, without any covering, as the man propped himself up and looked at her.

The dimly lit room seemed intimate, and Fu Ying felt that every place his gaze landed was tantalizing.

A blush spread across Fu Ying’s face, she reached out to wrap her arms around the man’s neck and pulled him into her embrace.

In a soft voice: "Now is good, too."

"Is it?"

"Mhm..." Fu Ying’s voice was heavy with deep breaths, "You’re the best."

"Then tell me, what about me is good?"

Fu Ying realized that every word he now said was a trap.

If not careful, she could easily ruffle his feathers; he was particularly irritable now.

Fu Ying answered cautiously: "Everything is good,"

"Everything?"

She nodded seriously: "Mhm."

He asked: "Am I gentle?"

Fu Ying nodded: "Gentle."

He asked again: "Patient?"

Fu Ying nodded again: "Yes."

Shen Liguang watched her submissive and placating demeanour, "Perfunctory."

"I really wasn’t perfunctory."

Shen Liguang suddenly fell silent, his heavy eyes staring straight at her.

The girl’s eyes were clear, red and wet, tears from being bullied.

Such a pitiful sight.

Shen Liguang licked his lips, suddenly very fond of watching her like this.

Fu Ying felt uncomfortable under his gaze, turned her face away, and looked into the darkness outside the window.

She sniffed and spoke with a tearful voice, sounding incredibly soft, "Brother, you’ve become more and more domineering."

"Mhm." His faint smile carried not a hint of guilt in his tone.

"Wen Tian’s mom and my dad have already registered their marriage; you know that."

"Mhm."

"And, there’s nothing between him and me."

Shen Liguang paused for a moment, then "Mhm" once more.

Fu Ying felt as though she was punching cotton, powerless, unsure if her explanation had even been heard by the man.

"Try praising another man in front of me again next time, see what happens."

Fu Ying cast him a resentful glance, thinking he was extraordinarily domineering.

Shen Liguang watched her and couldn’t help but laugh.

He saw the girl take a deep breath, thinking she was about to scold him, but instead, she said: I was wrong.

Shen Liguang’s heart instantly melted into a mess.

Days and nights alternated quickly.

By mid-November, it was nearing December, and this winter was exceptionally cold; the snow began to fall in full swing as December arrived.

He was also very busy, with Li Ruolan’s chronic stomach issues sending her to the hospital every other day, he had to juggle work and take care of both sides of the family.

The Fu family house was brightly lit, with the heater on in the living room and a comedy film playing on the TV.

Fu Ying stared at the TV while glancing at her phone, her two eyes weren’t enough.

Half an hour after sending a WeChat message, she finally received a reply.

Fu Yan also absentmindedly fiddled with his phone, listless.

Fu Mingchuan looked at his second son and then at his youngest daughter—one like a despondent little bride, the other like a lovelorn, sullen youngster.

"Is Yan Yan in a relationship?"

Fu Yan didn’t even lift his head, his response lethargic: "No."

"Then why do you look like you’ve been dumped?"

"It’s pretty much the same."

"Which girl?"

Fu Yan: "The niece of the Wang family next door to grandma’s house."

Fu Mingchuan: "..."

The relation was a bit complex, and Fu Mingchuan didn’t catch on immediately.

"Does the girl not agree?"

Fu Yan, seeing Jin Can block him again, laughed out of irritation: "Could she not agree with me? She’s too clingy, I find her annoying, okay? As if I’d lack a girlfriend?"

"My charm is right here, what a joke, could she not agree with me?"

Speaking irresponsibly and acting carefree, Fu Mingchuan found it infuriating to look at him: "Just look at yourself, it makes me angry just seeing you."

"That’s because you’re the one who made me."

Fu Mingchuan was speechless with rage.

Father and son went back and forth, quarreling like old married folks, until finally, Fu Mingchuan was fuming, and Fu Ying sighed behind them.

Fu Yan raised an eyebrow: "You better take good care of your daughter; your daughter’s body might be at the Fu family, but her heart has long since fluttered over to the Shen family."

Fu Ying held her face in her hands, staring at the phone on the coffee table that didn’t light up, and sighed again.

Like an old person filled with worries.

Fu Mingchuan watched, finding it both frustrating and amusing.

A woman grows up and inevitably has to marry; Fu Mingchuan has gradually come to accept this reality.

"Tomorrow your elder brother won’t be coming back. Jinyun has a prenatal checkup; accompany her together."

Fu Yan stood up, saying in a perfunctory manner, "I know," and then he walked out the door, disappearing into the night.

After one comedy film ended, Fu Ying still hadn’t received a reply from Shen Liguang.

As she held her phone and was about to go upstairs, she was stopped by Fu Mingchuan: "Yingying, let’s have a chat with dad."

Fu Ying stopped in her tracks and sat back down on the sofa.

"How’s your relationship with Liguang recently?"

"Pretty good."

Fu Mingchuan nodded, hesitated for a moment, his mouth opened and he was about to speak but swallowed his words back.