My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 177 Go back and think about how to appease me

Chapter 177: Chapter 177 Go back and think about how to appease me

Fu Ying nodded: "Mhm."

"You haven’t had a girlfriend in a while, right?"

Fu Ying thought for a moment: "Almost two years now."

He got cheated on back then, and the image of him fighting in the alley behind the high school is still vivid in my mind. It seems like from then on he kept getting cheated on, at first more setbacks spurred him on, but later he realized it was like a string of green lights, and he gradually became dispirited.

And never found a girlfriend again.

At that time, her brother was quite the talk of their high school.

The saying ’white hair floating on green water,’ a pun on Fu Lv, was about her brother.

"Aren’t you scared anymore?"

A gust of cold wind made Fu Ying’s nose uncomfortable, she raised her hand to rub it and said in a muffled voice: "It’s different."

"How is it different?"

"Sister Jin Can is hard to chase."

Lin Lishan saw Jin Can ignoring Fu Yan and heading towards Wutong Avenue, and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, she does seem quite hard to chase."

How difficult Jin Can was to pursue, Fu Ying didn’t know. She only remembered that her brother suddenly became deeply infatuated, with his future completely filled with Jin Can.

Thus, the money she got swindled out of by her brother over those years was like it was temporarily deposited elsewhere, and then it returned to her hands.

When Fu Yan gave her a bank card, Fu Ying suddenly felt remorseful and looked up at him.

"Brother, are you serious?"

Fu Yan frowned: "Quit the nonsense, just do as I instructed."

"Okay."

Actually, she didn’t do much for her brother, it was just that Jin Can seemed to be in desperate need of money, selling liquor in a nightclub, and had Fu Ying buy the drinks from her so that Jin Can could get a commission.

The card contained one hundred thousand, which was the money Jin Can had returned to him before.

And now it was used to buy her drinks.

Fu Ying entered the nightclub alone, and Fu Yan, worried about her small figure, followed her in.

He is a man and knows too well how evil men can be.

This place has too many voluptuously sexy women, after seeing so many, one becomes numb, but occasionally spotting a pure college girl, those men would definitely get lively, their minds full of filthy thoughts.

Fu Yan snuffed out his cigarette at the entrance, went through the door, and saw that girl caught by Shen Liguang.

The man supported the stretcher with one hand and was holding Fu Ying with the other, his brow slightly furrowed, and the arc of his lips seemed to be a smile out of exasperation: "Looking for fun?"

"No, no."

Fu Ying didn’t expect to run into him in such a place; his jurisdiction was a bit too vast.

"Tomorrow night, my apartment."

Dropping this line, he lifted the stretcher to leave, and Fu Ying followed, trying to explain.

Fu Yan felt uneasy inside and got into his car.

"Brother, I can explain."

"Explain it to me tomorrow night."

He walked quickly, and Fu Ying jogged to keep up.

He and Qian Zheng carried the stretcher with a man lying on it, his face red and neck thick, looking uncomfortable.

Fu Ying pointed to the man and asked, "What’s wrong with him?"

Shen Liguang: "He’s stuck."

"Stuck? Where?"

Shen Liguang asked her in return, with a faint smile in his tone: "What do you think?"

Qian Zheng raised his eyebrows with a knowing look: "That place."

Fu Ying opened her mouth, understanding.

"What is he stuck by?" she was a bit curious.

"In this day and age, there are too many oddities, it’s better for kids not to know."

Shen Liguang put the man into the car, closed the door, and looked back at her: "Think about how to coax me when you get back."

Fu Ying bit her lip, watching him drive off toward the hospital.

As the car left, it stirred up a breeze, and Fu Ying lowered her head, heaving a sigh.

The cold wind brushed by, and Fu Yan, who was hiding in the car, walked towards her.

"You didn’t tell Brother Li Guang that it was me who asked you to go to that kind of place, did you?"

Fu Ying shook her head, preoccupied with thoughts, and murmured, "No."

Fu Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "That’s good, otherwise, I think I might be done for."

Fu Ying’s face was etched with worries. Fu Yan asked, "What’s wrong? Did you two have a fight?"

Fu Ying shook her head and sighed again.

Right at the entrance of the night club, Jin Can was dressed scantily, leaning against the wall and vomiting helplessly, some men approached her, but she pushed them away with her hand.

Fu Yan used to like it here, not just the waitresses, but also the patrons came dressed sensually and revealingly.

But now, whenever he sees those clothes, a fire kindles in his chest.

What’s the difference between wearing these clothes and being naked?

Revealing the top, the bottom, it’s simply vulgar.

Fu Yan strided over, took off his coat, and wrapped it around Jin Can.

Jin Can wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her drunk eyes seductive as silk, bewitching the heart.

Fu Yan’s heart skipped a beat and he looked at Fu Ying, "You help her."

Fu Yan entered the night club, bought all the alcohol at the counter, and put it on Jin Can’s tab.

That evening, Fu Ying let Jin Can sleep in her own room.

She got up to vomit several times and finally seemed to sober up.

"May I open the window to have a cigarette?"

Fu Ying nodded.

The window opened, letting in the biting wind, and Fu Ying, who had been drowsy, was now fully awake.

She wrapped herself in a blanket, sitting on the bed, observing Jin Can.

The room’s champagne-colored light illuminated her, the wind blowing her curly hair, her red lips desirable, she looked like a person from an oil painting.

Jin Can reached for a cigarette out of habit, only to realize she didn’t have any on her.

Fu Ying got out of bed and took out half a pack of cigarettes from a drawer for her.

Jin Can was a bit surprised.

"They’re my boyfriend’s."

Jin Can took the cigarette pack, plucked one out and put it in her mouth, lit up, took a puff, and looked at Fu Ying, "You have a boyfriend?"

Fu Ying nodded, "Hmm."

"How long have you been together?"

"Liked him for three years, together for two."

"Five years, that’s quite a while, a puppy love?"

Fu Ying: "A secret crush."

She nodded, remained silent, smoking in the wind, her motions practiced, she looked especially alluring.

She cautiously asked, "Sister Jin Can, why do you work part-time at a night club?"

"To earn money, to pay them back, to sever ties."

Her answer was brief, and Fu Ying roughly understood.

From the moment they met, when she mentioned finding a "girlfriend" to take home, it was clear her relationship with her family was not good.

Fu Ying was someone who understood propriety and did not press further.

She finished her cigarette, gathered her belongings, and prepared to leave.

No matter how Fu Ying tried to persuade, she could not get her to stay. Seeing her wearing such thin clothes, Fu Ying troubled Xia Jinyun, and got one of Xia Jinyun’s coats for her.

"It’s very cold outside, if you’re going, put on the coat."

Jin Can looked at the coat handed to her, and paused.

She was so tiny, her speaking voice as gentle and soft as her appearance.

Such a diminutive figure, and yet now, she was offering warmth.

Jin Can grew up in her uncle’s house and only came to Jiazhou City with her parents when she was in middle school. Her parents clearly favored boys over girls, lavishing extreme affection on her brother who was nearly ten years younger.

In high school, she began to live in the dormitory; they would give her a living allowance, but that was all.

During the New Year and summer vacations, she would stay at her uncle’s house. Fortunately, her aunt and uncle liked girls and treated her just like their own daughter, but she still had to be considerate of others, after all, she was living under someone else’s roof.

"Does your dad discriminate in favor of sons over daughters?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "My dad loves me very much."

"That’s really nice," murmured Jin Can.

"Keep the coat, be careful on the road."

Jin Can smiled, "Thank you, little sister."

"Just call me Fu Ying."

"Fu Ying." Jin Can walked out of the house, swaying down an asphalt road, silently repeating the name in her mouth, and couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile.