The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 69. Permanent Ignition

Chapter 69: 69. Permanent Ignition

My right hand was suddenly gripped tightly, and Fu Hengyi’s deep and magnetic voice whispered in my ear, "You are my treasure too, I thank the heavens for letting me meet you."

Shen Qinglan’s cool face blushed slightly, feeling the warmth emanating from her right hand, her beautiful eyes revealed a touch of warmth as she slowly but firmly reciprocated Fu Hengyi’s grip.

As the concert ended, some people left, while others stayed behind to exchange pleasantries with Chu Yunrong. Most praised Shen Xitong for her excellent piano playing, saying she reminded them of Chu Yunrong at her prime, and how well Chu Yunrong had taught her daughter—indeed, the pupil had surpassed the master.

Shen Xitong stood beside Chu Yunrong, her smile warm and proper. Shen Qian stood beside them, the three of them creating a picture-perfect and heartwarming scene.

"Lanlan, let’s go," Shen Junyu approached.

Shen Qinglan: "Don’t you think this scene looks good?"

Shen Junyu glanced over there, his eyes deep and uninterpretable, "Nothing interesting about it. I haven’t even had dinner; how about you two treat me to a meal?"

Fu Hengyi: "Alright." He wrapped an arm around Shen Qinglan’s shoulder, leading her away from the concert hall.

Shen Qinglan glanced back at the family of three with a trace of regret—was it alright to just leave in the middle of their carefully arranged show?

Shen Junyu said it was for a meal, but it was just an excuse. They went their separate ways in the parking lot. If Shen Qinglan hadn’t wanted to come, he wouldn’t have bothered attending such a damned solo concert.

Since the one who suggested it had left, Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi didn’t plan on going for a meal either and instead headed back home.

Fu Hengyi took a shower first. By the time Shen Qinglan finished her shower, Fu Hengyi was already sitting on the bed, flipping through a magazine. Shen Qinglan glanced at it—it was a military journal, who knows where he found it.

Shen Qinglan had just washed her hair, and it was still dripping wet. She didn’t seem to mind, but Fu Hengyi frowned and went into the bathroom.

When he returned, he held a dry towel and a hairdryer in his hands.

"Come here," he beckoned to Shen Qinglan who noticed what he was holding and obediently walked toward him.

Fu Hengyi had prepared a chair for her. She sat down, and he stood behind her, draping a towel over her head, blocking her view.

He towel-dried her hair until it was partially dry, then picked up the hairdryer to continue drying her hair. His actions were clumsy, clearly not used to such tasks, yet the touch was gentle, ensuring he didn’t hurt Shen Qinglan.

"Always dry your hair after washing it. Don’t just go to sleep like this, or you’ll wake up with a headache the next morning, you know?" Fu Hengyi earnestly advised.

Shen Qinglan glanced at him, "Has anyone ever told you that you’re very naggy?"

Fu Hengyi paused his actions; indeed, no one had ever said that to him.

After drying her hair, Fu Hengyi went to the bathroom to put the things away. When he came back, Shen Qinglan was already in bed.

The other side of the bed sank; in a moment, Shen Qinglan found herself nestled in a familiar and warm embrace.

They had been sleeping together like this for some time now. Shen Qinglan had become accustomed to Fu Hengyi’s embrace, from initially being unable to sleep to now falling asleep peacefully.

"Were you unhappy after seeing that scene tonight?" Fu Hengyi murmured.

Shen Qinglan: "No, I wasn’t unhappy." She was just a bit disappointed. She had thought Shen Xitong would have some clever tricks waiting for her, but it turned out to be just that—honestly, she felt it was rather bland.

If Shen Xitong knew what Qinglan was thinking, she would probably spew out three liters of blood. She had wanted Qinglan to see that she was more outstanding, a high and mighty princess, the treasure in their parents’ palms, someone Qinglan could never surpass. She also wanted Fu Hengyi to realize that his choice was wrong. Yet, all her carefully orchestrated efforts had been reduced to a lowly clown’s performance in Qinglan’s eyes.

Fu Hengyi chuckled softly, which was quite the expected response from Qinglan.

Hearing the laughter behind her, Qinglan turned around, faced Fu Hengyi, and slightly raised her eyebrows, "Find something funny?"

With a deadpan expression, Fu Hengyi nodded earnestly, "I did watch a clown’s performance tonight, which indeed was quite hilarious."

Qinglan: ...

Poker-faced cold jokes aren’t funny at all.

As their eyes met, Qinglan looked at Fu Hengyi’s face, a sly glint flashing through her beautiful eyes. Suddenly, she leaned in proactively and kissed his lips lightly, like a dragonfly skimming water, touching briefly then parting at once.

Fu Hengyi’s gaze landed on her full, glistening lips, his eyes darkening. With a swift move, the positions were reversed.

Looking down at Qinglan beneath him, he said, "You’re the one who provoked me." He bent down to kiss her lips.

Qinglan wrapped her arms around Fu Hengyi’s neck, responding to him. His eyes darkened further, and his lips moved to Qinglan’s ear, taking her plump lobe into his mouth.

The warm touch came with a tickling sensation, and Qinglan felt as if an electric current spread throughout her body, tingling and tantalizing.

Qinglan’s hands moved to the buttons of Fu Hengyi’s pajamas, one by one they came undone beneath her fingers. Fu Hengyi stopped his movements, gazing steadfastly at her.

Qinglan’s cheeks flushed, but her hands didn’t cease. Soon, Fu Hengyi’s pajama top was discarded on the floor, exposing his upper body. The deep purple scab on his chest was clearly visible to Qinglan, who took a long, hard look at the wound.

Her hand continued to move downward, reaching the edge of his pajama pants. She hesitated, not continuing.

Fu Hengyi waited for her next move, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Not going on? Scared?"

Qinglan glanced at him, taking her time with no further action.

Fu Hengyi smiled slightly, not expecting her to continue, and lowered his head to plant kisses on Qinglan’s neck. His hands didn’t stop either, and in the blink of an eye, Qinglan’s pajama top had vanished into thin air.

He buried his face in Qinglan’s chest, a slight sting bringing Qinglan back from her drifting consciousness. She realized Fu Hengyi’s hand was at her waistband, ready to pull, and she would be completely exposed to him. Startled, she pressed down on his hand.

Fu Hengyi looked at her, puzzled.

Qinglan’s gaze shifted, unable to meet his eyes. Fu Hengyi felt a bad premonition, staring intently at Qinglan.

"Well, my ’relative’ is here," her voice barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz.

Fu Hengyi’s face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot as he looked at the woman beneath him, who had already closed her eyes, gritting his teeth, "You did this on purpose."

Without another word, he got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Qinglan opened her eyes, feeling sheepish. She really had done it on purpose, just on a whim to tease him a bit, but she hadn’t expected him to be so susceptible to teasing.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom and thinking of that scabbed wound, a wave of apology swelled in the bottom of her heart.