My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 83: Drunk

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Drunk

At the end of the final exams, Xiao Minghui came to pester her again, asking her to be his girlfriend.

Just as Fu Ying had stepped out of the school gate, she looked across the street out of habit.

The person she hadn’t seen for over a month was standing on the opposite side of the road.

Fu Ying’s heart throbbed, and she couldn’t help but step forward.

Seeing her walking away, Xiao Minghui immediately blocked her path: "Fu Ying, will you be my girlfriend or not?"

Fu Ying frowned: "Can you stop bothering me?"

"If you agree, I will stop bothering you."

"I don’t agree. Now step aside."

"If you don’t agree, I won’t move."

Fu Ying saw the number 7 bus stopping at the station, and she was blocked by Xiao Minghui, unable to get past; she was getting anxious.

When the bus left, that person was also gone.

"Fu Ying, be my girlfriend."

Fu Ying frowned, annoyed: "If you keep bothering me, I’ll have my younger brother beat you up."

...

The cold wind blew, and snowflakes fluttered.

Every household was decorated with lights and colors, and on this day, while everyone was bustling with festivity, Fu Yan got ’greened’ again, so he was quite pessimistic recently.

During the New Year, Fu Mingchuan got festive new clothes for everyone in the family.

A middle-aged man’s taste in clothes soared remarkably.

Fu Ying changed into her clothes and was ready to go downstairs, but she was blocked at the doorway by Fu Yan squatting there, locking her in a chokehold, with an air as if he was about to commit a murder.

"Big bro, what are you doing?"

"Fu Ying, you vicious little brat, quickly lift the curse off me."

Fu Ying looked bewildered: "What curse? You got ’greened’ again, what does that have to do with me?"

Fu Yan gritted his teeth: "Have you forgotten last summer when you cursed me to wear several ’green hats’?"

...

Fu Ying thought about it, and there really was such an incident.

"That has nothing to do with me; it’s not like I ’greened’ you."

"How is it not related to you? Ever since you cursed me, I started getting ’greened’. How is it unrelated to you?"

"You just picked the wrong people, there’s no such thing as a curse. You were bullying me back then, and I said it in a fit of anger."

"I don’t care, lift the curse off me."

...

Fu Ying opened her mouth, "Curse lifted."

"That’s too perfunctory."

Fu Ying licked her lips, slapped Fu Yan’s forehead in a very cheesy manner, and then said very earnestly: "Curse lifted!"

She looked kind of funny.

"Alright, I’m going to try finding a girlfriend."

...

Outside, the fireworks were splendid, surrounded by the atmosphere of the New Year.

Fu Ying leaned by the window looking outside.

Tilting her head, she thought of Shen Liguang.

Wondering what he was doing now?

He must be on duty at the fire station.

Not getting a holiday even on New Year’s Day.

Being a hero is really tough.

Fu Ying sighed, then heard someone knocking on the door.

"New Year’s money."

"Huh?" Fu Ying stared at the red envelope, stunned.

Fu Yi rubbed her head: "Seventeen already, you’ve grown up."

"Thanks, big brother."

"What for? Come downstairs for the New Year’s Eve dinner later."

"Okay." Fu Ying prepared to close the door, then saw Fu Yan sauntering out of the bedroom, she asked, "Big bro, do I have a red envelope?"

Fu Yan fumbled in his pocket, pulled out one yuan, and threw it to Fu Ying: "Here, your New Year’s money."

"..."

"Don’t give it back to me."

Fu Ying immediately pocketed it: "I will."

"How creditable, treating one yuan as if it were a treasure."

"New Year’s money isn’t about the amount."

Gradually, she realized that from the time she first arrived and wasn’t liked by her two brothers, but now being able to talk and play around comfortably, slowly being accepted, this feeling was genuinely nice.

In fact, whether it was her eldest brother or younger brother, they both loved her, just each expressed it in a different way.

The eldest brother has always been gentle, while the younger brother has a sharp tongue but a soft heart, appearing fierce only in words.

Fu Ying closed the door of her bedroom, opened the red envelope from her eldest brother, and found there were two parts.

She curiously pulled it out and a slip of paper fluttered out, on which was written: Happy New Year.

Holding the note, Fu Ying couldn’t help but grin foolishly.

She murmured, "Happy New Year."

During the New Year period, the TV at home was broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala all day long, and Fu Mingchuan watched it distractedly, occasionally reaching for his phone.

Fu Ying quietly asked, "Dad, are you dating someone?"

Fu Mingchuan’s face turned red: "Dad, Daddy at this age, what dating, just normal socializing."

"Oh," Fu Ying dragged out the tone, her intonation meaningful.

The holiday was short and passed quickly; it was already time to start the second semester of the senior high.

It meant a return to intensive studying, and regrettably, Fu Ying didn’t use the holiday opportunity to visit Shen Liguang.

She just occasionally inquired indirectly through her elder brother about what he was busy with. It seemed his life, apart from saving people and fighting fires, had no other matters.

Fu Ying often browsed his friend circle, even if he didn’t post anything that day, she visited daily like clocking in.

The difference was, she didn’t seem as melodramatic as at the beginning.

Her diary no longer contained excessively sentimental sentences, only his portraits piling up one after another.

As mild summer and April approached, the weather began to warm.

One weekend night, Lin Lishan called her, her tone tipsy, and she started crying as she spoke.

Her background was noisy and boisterous, which made Fu Ying worry about her safety; she asked for the address, then put on her coat and rushed over.

That night, Fu Ying went to a bar for the first time, where people gyrated their bodies, collided, and danced fervidly.

Those freely gyrating people, they were free and unrestrained.

Here, all suppressed emotions seemed to find release.

Lin Lishan was lying on the table, somewhat drunk.

Fu Ying nudged her: "What happened?"

Just as she got close, Lin Lishan hugged her, crying bitterly: "Sheng Chen, he’s two-timing."

Fu Ying was startled, then sat down to listen to her slowly.

"Today I saw him with another girl, arm in arm. I called him and asked where he was; even though he was clearly on the street, he told me he was at home."

"Fu Ying, I feel so bad, join me for a drink."

As Fu Ying listened to her pouring out her woes, a sour feeling grew in her heart.

She tasted the alcohol and experienced the numbing effect on her nerves.

In a daze, she saw Sheng Chen come and take Lin Lishan away, asking her if she could get home by herself before leaving.

Fu Ying leaned on the table, waved her hand at him.

"Take Lin Lishan home, I’ll have my brother come pick me up later."

After Sheng Chen took Lin Lishan away, Fu Ying gulped down a glass of alcohol, drawing on the courage, then called Shen Liguang.

Shen Liguang had just finished his shift and was hesitating in his car for a good while before he answered the call.

On the phone, the young girl called "Brother," then suddenly burst into tears, breathless.

Shen Liguang’s heart tightened, he sternly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I..." Fu Ying bit her lip, her heart aching, tears streaming down.

She choked on the words in her throat, rough and unable to speak them out.

Shen Liguang took a deep breath, patiently asking, "What happened? Where are you? Why is it so noisy?"

"I’m at a bar."

"Address."