My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 41: Comfort Her

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Comfort Her

Xia Jinyun reached out and touched her head gently, helping her put on the hair clip: "No need to thank me, um, it looks good."

Fu Yan looked at the gentle, wife-and-mother type Xia Jinyun, teasingly licked his lips: "So, when will you be this gentle with me?"

Xia Jinyun lost her patience: "Fu Yan, I’ve told you from the start, I don’t like those younger than me, I have someone I like, stop pestering me."

"Then tell me the name of the person you like, and I’ll immediately stop pestering you."

"It’s just..." Xia Jinyun suddenly halted her speech, "it’s none of your business who it is. If you’re here to eat, please find a seat and sit down. I still have work to do."

Fu Ying also wanted to know, who is the person she likes?

Is it a firefighter?

Is his name Shen Liguang?

The blueberry-flavored ice cream melted in her mouth, but Fu Ying found it tasteless.

When Fu Ying got home, she locked herself in her room.

She flipped through her phone absentmindedly.

Li Hanyi and Du Yong were chatting enthusiastically in the group, their witty and humorous jokes would normally make Fu Ying laugh.

She updated her QQ Space with just two words: Bitterness.

After dinner, Fu Mingchuan took Fu Ying’s temperature and found that the child’s fever still hadn’t subsided, which made him anxious.

"Why hasn’t the fever gone down yet? It’s been a whole day."

"Did you take your medicine on time?"

Fu Ying lacked energy, her clear eyes devoid of light, lying on the sofa hugging a pillow, staring at the cartoon.

She nodded: "I did."

"Did little brother take you out today?"

Fu Ying struggled to lift her head and glanced at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan’s gaze shifted evasively.

Fu Ying shook her head: "No, I wanted to go out for ice cream myself."

"That’s not good, I must go get a doctor again. Nanny Wu, keep an eye on Yingying. Fu Mingchuan said worriedly, grabbing the car keys and preparing to leave."

No sooner had Fu Mingchuan left than Fu Yi entered the house.

Fu Yan spoke: "Big brother is back."

Fu Ying didn’t show any anticipation, lying on the sofa like a corpse, motionless.

Mainly because she didn’t have the strength, feeling sore all over, and too exhausted to lift her eyelids, suffering from the fever.

Fu Ying started to have wild thoughts, vaguely remembering that dream.

Everything in the dream was so unrealistic.

Otherwise, why would it be called a dream?

Because it’s unrealistic.

Fu Ying bit her lip, her face flushed.

Soon after, she began to despise herself; the person already has a girlfriend, and yet she’s having such dreams.

"What’s wrong with Yingying?" Fu Yi asked.

"She has a fever."

Fu Yi frowned: "Been to the hospital?"

"Father called the doctor last night, had an IV, and took medicine, but the fever just won’t go down."

"Where’s Dad?"

"He went to find a doctor again."

Fu Yi looked back at Shen Liguang: "Shall we go upstairs first?"

Shen Liguang nodded, took a glance at Fu Ying who was lying on the sofa staring blankly at the cartoon, said nothing, and followed Fu Yi upstairs.

Fu Yan stared at their disappearing figures, smiled maliciously: "Fu Ying, don’t you think big brother and Li Guang have an unusual relationship?"

Hearing the words Li Guang, Fu Ying had a slow reaction.

She blinked her sore eyes, focused on the TV, unresponsive, her voice hoarse and indifferent: "Hmm."

"I’m serious, big brother and Brother Li Guang were high school classmates, in college together, and now colleagues. After so many years, such a good relationship is really puzzling."

As Fu Yan spoke, he stroked his chin.

Fu Ying slowly got up from the sofa, her body swaying unsteadily, ignoring him, she turned off the TV and went back to her bedroom.

Fu Yan stared at Fu Ying’s lonely figure from behind, furrowing his brow.

Damn it, she actually ignored him.

Fu Ying went upstairs, and when she lifted her eyes, she froze.

She was having hallucinations from the fever.

Only then did he see Shen Liguang smoking by the window of the hallway in his house again.

Fu Ying, thinking of Xia Jinyun’s hairpin and the dream she had, felt troubled and annoyed, frowned deeply, and said, "Get lost and stay away."

After that, she slammed the door and entered the bedroom.

Shen Liguang: "..."

He frowned slightly, still oblivious to what he did to offend the little girl.

Was it, because of the hairpin?

Shen Liguang exhaled a puff of white smoke and lowered his eyes to extinguish the cigarette.

Then, he walked toward Fu Ying’s bedroom and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Fu Ying, feeling weak and ill, took a long time to go open the door.

She thought it was Nanny Wu so patient to wait for her to open the door, but when she pushed it open, the person standing in front of her was a man.

The man was wearing a white loose shirt, the buttons on the sleeves undone, with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a section of his capable forearms.

She was hallucinating from the fever.

Fu Ying rubbed her eyes.

The man was still there.

She must be out of her mind to have thought otherwise.

"Don’t show up again!"

Shen Liguang was about to speak when he heard a "clang," and the bedroom door was closed once more.

Shen Liguang: "..."

What... what’s wrong with her?

Shen Liguang hesitated for a moment, then put the hairpin back in his pocket,

He was prepared to leave when the door in front of him suddenly opened.

Fu Ying lifted her eyes, and there he was still.

She was stunned, belatedly realizing that this was not a hallucination.

Thinking of how she just told him to get lost and not to show up again,

Fu Ying began to feel bewildered and lost.

Shen Liguang took out the hairpin and handed it to her: "Here, this hairpin is for you."

Fu Ying stared at the hairpin he offered but did not take it.

Shen Liguang tilted his head and asked loudly, "Don’t want it?"

Fu Ying shook her head.

"Weren’t you quite fond of this hairpin before?"

"I don’t like it anymore."

Shen Liguang paused for a moment and smiled faintly, "Alright then."

Shen Liguang put the hairpin back in his pocket and looked at Fu Ying.

The petite girl, with red eyes, stood in front of him, biting her lip and eyes filled with grievance.

"What’s..." Shen Liguang opened his mouth to speak when the little girl’s tears suddenly rolled down her fair cheeks.

Shen Liguang was taken aback and slightly panicked, "What’s, what’s the matter?"

Fu Ying stared at him without speaking, took a step forward, and reached out her hands toward Shen Liguang.

Then she hugged his waist tightly, pressed her little face against his chest, and cried her heart out, her body trembling.

Fu Yi heard the noise and came out of his room.

Seeing Fu Ying hugging Shen Liguang and crying, he frowned, "Did you upset her?"

The girl’s body was burning hot and soft, with the scent of oranges on her, Shen Liguang took a deep breath, his voice hoarse: "No."

"Then why is she crying?"

"At first, she told me to get lost, then not to show up, and now she’s hugging me and crying."

Shen Liguang felt the girl’s body temperature could set him ablaze.

The soft body was unusually hot.

Fu Yi twisted his brow: "..."

"Could be a fever making her miserable."

The girl holding onto his waist, Shen Liguang felt extremely awkward: "You, come and comfort her."

Fu Yi lowered his head, glanced at the time, his tone teasing, tilted his head looking at them, "You do it, she’s holding onto you."

"I..."