My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 198 Feeling Brave

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: You’ve Got Guts

Eleven, a few of their high school classmates gathered again, and Li Hanyi, remembering Du Yong’s previous mockery about him not having a girlfriend, began to tease Du Yong about why he hadn’t brought Little Sweet with him as soon as he saw him.

Du Yong kicked him and cursed, "Fuck," then turned around to select the song "He Must Really Love You" to sing. His heart-wrenching performance, especially the lyrics: "I should be underneath the car not in it," said it all.

Afterwards, Little Sweet was never mentioned again in the private room.

"Bro." Li Hanyi raised his hand and thumped Du Yong’s shoulder, and the two shared an unspoken understanding.

That day, Sheng Chen and Lin Lishan duetted a sweet love song, oblivious to everyone else around them, and even sneakily kissed, which was absolutely heart-melting.

Du Yong sighed and drank his liquor in silent frustration.

This sweet love was someone else’s.

"Wen Tian, care to have a drink?"

Wen Tian didn’t speak and just passed over his cup.

That night, they stayed in the private room for a long time, starting with one love song after another, and eventually quieting down to chat with soothing music playing.

Later, the boys got totally drunk, and after leaving the KTV, they found a hotel nearby to stay.

Lin Lishan insisted on not letting her wait for a cab alone in the middle of the night on the roadside, so she accompanied her.

The warm-colored street lights cast a golden-orange hue on the road, making the girl’s face look incredibly soft and beautiful.

Lin Lishan suddenly asked, "When do you guys plan to hold the wedding?"

"We, we still don’t know." Fu Ying shook her head.

Lin Lishan frowned, "He hasn’t talked to you about this, has he? A wedding happens only once in a lifetime. Whether it’s a small or big event, it needs to be held. You already have the certificate; it’s time for a wedding."

Weddings...

Fu Ying’s cheeks were tinted red by the sunset, and she had a slight smile on her face.

Lin Lishan: "The wedding must happen. Although it’s a ceremony, whether you want it or not is one thing, but whether he’ll give it to you is another. You get that?"

In fact, since the day Fu Ying moved in to live with him, he would nag about the wedding every day. Fu Ying, busy with her studies, had been putting it off, thinking to wait until after graduating from college.

"Wow, time flies. We’ve all grown up. It feels like high school was just yesterday."

Lin Lishan suddenly looked up, contemplative, the chilly October breeze blowing.

Lin Lishan turned to look at her, reaching out to hug her: "In the blink of an eye, you’re now a married woman. Lately, your complexion is much rosier."

"I put on some blush before going out today."

Lin Lishan scoffed, "I don’t buy it."

Fu Ying’s cheeks were red as she smiled and said, "So did you."

Lin Lishan laughed mischievously, "That’s right. That sexy lingerie I bought last time wasn’t for nothing."

In this aspect, Fu Ying really couldn’t compare with Lin Lishan, and seeing her suggestive smile, she too blushed.

"Ai, we were only fifteen or sixteen years old back then, and now we’re twenty-one. Five or six years have passed just like that, it’s unbelievable."

Fu Ying nodded. What she couldn’t dare to imagine was that the person she had a crush on at fifteen or sixteen had become her husband.

"By the way, did your little brother manage to win over Jin Can?"

Lin Lishan suddenly brought this up, and Fu Ying slowly shook her head. Thinking of her little brother’s furious and helpless demeanor because he couldn’t get what he wanted made her laugh heartlessly, "It seems to be quite a challenge."

"If you ask me, your little brother should give it up. He’s been chasing her for so long without any success. Chances are there isn’t much hope."

"When it comes to such matters, onlookers don’t get a say."

Lin Lishan nodded at the words.

Soon, a taxi arrived, and Lin Lishan watched her get in before she headed towards the hotel.

Fu Ying gazed out the window, the familiar streetscapes slipping quickly by. Couples came and went, some brushing past each other, some missing connections, some leaving, some staying—as if the swiftly passing years were stealing away her youth; in the blink of an eye, she was in her senior year.

On the last night before the start of her semester, he had come back from vacation and the moment he walked in the door, he pressed her hard against it and kissed her fiercely, almost punitively, leaving no room for Fu Ying to breathe.

In matters like this, Fu Ying was never a match for a man.

In the end, her body was so weak, her little face flushed red. The man showed no mercy, fiercely demanding, "I’m asking you one last time—are we having a wedding or not?"

Fu Ying leaned on his shoulder, gasping, and couldn’t help but laugh through her tears, "Why do you ask this the minute you come back? Can’t we wait another year?"

"My mom wants to have the wedding feast and to hold a grandson; I want to be a father."

"..." Fu Ying’s voice was weak and soft, "Senior year is really busy..."

His eyes darkened, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, an amused smile on his face: "No wedding?"

Fu Ying licked her lips and nodded slightly, "Wait until I graduate from college."

"You’ve got guts."

Fu Ying guessed he was probably angry and knew this man didn’t respond well to resistance. As she was thinking about how to soothe him, he picked her up, kicked open the bathroom door, put her in the bathtub, and turned on the faucet. Warm water flowed down, and he stepped in too.

Fu Ying clung to the edge of the bathtub, trying to escape, but he caught her and drew near to kiss her lips.

He pulled at the neckline with one hand while holding her waist with the other, not letting her hide.

"Brother, don’t do this, I... I have class early tomorrow." Fu Ying’s cheeks were burning hot, and her hands were firmly pressed against his chest.

"..." Fu Ying’s face and ears were beet red, completely imprisoned by the man.

His kisses fell harshly, and all Fu Ying could do was cry out in whimpers.

The air simmered, Fu Ying’s breaths becoming more and more rapid, and the person in front of her grew blurry.

White moonlight poured in, and Fu Ying was too tired to even move a finger.

The man held her tightly, asking softly, "I’m asking you one last time—do we have a wedding or not?"

"No wedding."

"Okay."

Fu Ying naively thought that his agreement meant he would wait for her to graduate before they had the wedding. It was only later, when Fu Ying felt unwell and her period did not come on schedule, that she began to panic.

Sitting in the library, she used her phone to search for her symptoms, and the result she came to was pregnancy.

When she returned home, Fu Ying bought a pregnancy test from the pharmacy at the entrance of the neighborhood and then hid in the bathroom.

Staring at the two red lines on the test, Fu Ying’s heart tightened; she remembered that every time, he took precautions—how could she still get pregnant?

Fu Ying was still holding the pregnancy test, dazed, when Shen Liguang came back at some point. The bathroom door suddenly burst open, startling her into dropping the item in her hand.

Fu Ying was somewhat disoriented, her gaze blank.

Shen Liguang glanced at her, then at the object that had fallen to the floor, bent down to pick it up, and upon seeing it clearly, he laughed, "A wedding dress looks best when it’s worn slim, don’t you agree?"

Fu Ying pursed her lips and glared at him fiercely, scolding coquettishly with a softness in her heart, "Brother, didn’t you always take safety measures?"

The man raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "I wanted you to get pregnant, did you think you could escape that?"

"This is great..." he stared at the two red lines on the pregnancy test, deliberately drawing out his words with a smile in his eyes, "Double happiness is upon us."

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