My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 192: Going Back to Show You the Thug

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Going Back to Show You the Thug

The ring shimmered brilliantly under the sun. During the holidays, Fu Ying got used to laying on the desk, staring blankly at the ring.

This was the first week since he left.

She kind of missed him.

"Did you guys buy a ring already?" Lin Lishan held a glass of lemonade, staring at the ring on her finger and froze for a moment, "Aren’t you moving a bit too fast?"

"There are faster things."

"Like what?"

"We got a marriage license."

Lin Lishan almost choked on her lemonade, couldn’t help but cough, reached for a tissue to cover her mouth, barely able to speak: "What the hell? You’ve just handed yourself over?"

Fu Ying buried her face in her arms slightly, curved her lips slightly, and muttered, "Yeah."

Outside the window, the dense woods filled with cicada cries made the milk tea shop near the school a top choice for campus couples to date.

There was also a couple passionately kissing under the dense parasol trees.

Fu Ying turned her face towards the window just in time to see the couple, causing a blush to spread across her cheeks.

Lin Lishan took a sip of lemonade and sighed, "That’s too impulsive."

"I’m not impulsive," Fu Ying shook her head slowly.

That day, it was terribly hot. After separating from Lin Lishan, Fu Ying went back home.

Before even entering the house, she heard a girl’s voice, calling out "Brother Yan" and "Sister-in-law Jinyun", speaking as if she was completely integrated into their family.

Knowing that Cheng Yiyi would be staying there the entire summer, Fu Ying felt awful.

Fu Ying barely spoke to her, treating her as if she was invisible.

Cheng Yiyi also took into account Wen Qing’s feelings, daring not to make any rash moves, she still remembered the embarrassment when Wen Qing remarked about her lack of home training, she now tried hard to be well-behaved, obedient, and polite.

People can’t really change who they are, slowly, Cheng Yiyi’s true colors showed, starting to stay out all night or only coming home very late at night.

Usually, Xia Jinyun had to get up multiple times at night to feed the baby and couldn’t sleep well, now she was also disturbed by noises late at night.

Sometimes just after Xia Jinyun finally gets the baby to sleep, Cheng Yiyi would come back, drunk, walking down the hallway in her high heels, making a racket.

Little Shenghui would be woken up by the noise, and Xia Jinyun had to soothe him all over again.

Finally, Xia Jinyun couldn’t endure it anymore, and she brought up the issue at the dinner table one night.

Xia Jinyun was gentle by nature and never wanted to offend anyone, even her way of speaking was incredibly tactful.

But as soon as Cheng Yiyi heard it, she felt like Xia Jinyun was blaming her, and she started crying at the dinner table.

Xia Jinyun was immediately rendered helpless and speechless, the situation resulting in her being painted as the villain.

Cheng Yiyi knew when to quit while she was ahead, and stabilized for a few days.

But the atmosphere in the house changed, Xia Jinyun and Fu Yi discussed moving out.

Fu Yi thought it over, seeing her with poor sleep and feeling distressed, decided to move back to their matrimonial home.

The night that big brother and sister-in-law moved out, Fu Ying tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, lying on the bed and sending messages to the guy.

It had been a long time since they met, he seemed to not bear loneliness, always sending her ambiguous and embarrassing messages, few words already making Fu Ying blushed furiously.

Fu Ying held her phone, staring at the ambiguous texts from him, truly not knowing how to reply.

Her fingers hovered over the keypad hesitantly, just as she decided to reply, there was a knock on the door.

Fu Ying went to open the door, Cheng Yiyi squeezed in directly, arms crossed leaning against the door frame: "Lend me some money."

Fu Ying frowned hearing her tone, "Why? On what grounds?"

Cheng Yiyi stared at her, scoffed dismissively, "On what grounds? I’ve got a hold on you, that’s why."

"Hold?" Fu Ying thought hard, she couldn’t really recall doing anything secretive that could have been caught.

Seeing Fu Ying seemingly unafraid, Cheng Yiyi languidly pulled out her phone on the bed, flipped a photo for her to see.

Fu Ying looked at the photo and laughed.

The so-called hold was a photo taken by her of the day Shen Liguang came to pick her up after school, and she got into his car.

This hold was laughable.

Fu Ying pushed her out the door and closed it.

"As the saying goes, won’t shed tears until seeing the coffin." Cheng Yiyi glanced at the photo, smirked, and turned to leave.

Before going to bed at night, Fu Ying felt that Cheng Yiyi would definitely not let things rest so easily.

With her past behavior of wearing someone else’s clothes and breaking their jade bracelet without any guilt, she believed that if someone caught her own handle, how could it possibly end there.

Fu Ying lay back in bed and just picked up her phone, it started vibrating.

Fu Ying answered, and a man’s voice sounded: "Why didn’t you reply to me? Hm?"

He should be in the hospital, speaking carefully, softly, deep, and slow.

His voice was pleasant to hear, and she feared most when his tone rose at the end, as it made her heart race.

"You..." Fu Ying licked her dry lips, recalling those few words, her face and ears blushing, "Brother, you’re too lewd."

"Where is brother lewd?"

He even asked.

"Anyway, quite lewd."

Fu Ying turned her gaze quietly towards Qibao, who was sleeping with legs upturned, then flipped over, stretched all limbs straight, and yawned.

On the phone, a thoughtful silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Shen Liguang went out to buy food for Li Ruolan, stood by the roadside snuffing out a cigarette, a playful smile around his lips.

"I’ll show you what lewd is when I get back."

Fu Ying’s ears reddened to her neck, changing the subject: "How’s auntie?"

"She’s fine, had surgery, in the recovery period."

"When are you coming back?"

"Another week, why, missing brother?"

Again, drifting to this kind of topic.

Fu Ying softly hummed a "yes".

On the other end, Shen Liguang laughed deeply, brightening up.

"Brother misses you too."

Fu Ying cast her eyes down, silent again.

Their silence was a tacit understanding, even without speaking, as if they could read each other’s thoughts.

Shen Liguang pushed open the hospital room door, Li Ruolan hadn’t gone to bed yet, still knitting little clothes she wanted for grandchildren.

"Go to sleep early."

"Okay."

The girl’s voice was too obedient, soft, and then she hung up the phone.

Shen Liguang carried in congee; Li Ruolan looked up and asked, "Talking to Yingying?"

"You knew again."

Li Ruolan smiled: "Of course, I know. You speak so tenderly to Yingying, your tone is different."

Shen Liguang: "Really?"

"I’m your mother, if I don’t know you."

Shen Liguang smiled, not saying anything.

"That voice so tender, feels like blooming flowers in the heart."

Blooming from the heart.

He himself was also moved by the girl’s sweet, soft voice.

Unknowingly charming.

"Eat the porridge, it’s time to sleep."

Shen Liguang took the sewing from her hands and placed it aside.

"Alright, I’ll stop then."

Li Ruolan sighed, feeling warm inside.

Shen Liguang looked at her, suddenly asking, "Mom, have you ever blamed me in your heart?"

Li Ruolan lowered her gaze focusing on the porridge in the bowl, the atmosphere tensed for a few seconds: "I have."