A full moon symbolizes reunion.
Before this, he was all alone, but now that the moon is full, he has Fu Jingfan by his side, along with that little devil Xiao Xiao. Although they are not related by blood, he feels the warmth of family.
Su Huaiming felt extremely lucky.
He has a lover, family, and friends by his side, and he no longer needs to live in constant fear, like he did in his previous life, afraid that he wouldn't live to see tomorrow. This kind of life is exactly what Su Huaiming has always dreamed of.
Fu Jingfan saw the smile on Su Huaiming's face and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Su Huaiming turned his head and looked at him with a smile, "I was thinking about you."
"Miss me?" Fu Jingfan paused, his eyes darkening.
Su Huaiming, oblivious to his mood, continued, "And there's Xiao Xiao, the butler, Song Hanyu, Sun Siyuan, Ji Mingzhe, Zhou Hanyan, and my fans..."
Seeing that Su Huaiming was talking more and more, and was about to be swallowed up by the crowd, Fu Jingfan lowered his eyes, his voice filled with dissatisfaction. "Su Huaiming."
This was the first time Fu Jingfan had called him by his full name. Su Huaiming was stunned and looked at him with confusion.
Fu Jingfan reached out his hand to Su Huaiming.
At this moment, he wanted to possess Su Huaiming's heart, and he couldn't hear any other name from his mouth.
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The next morning, Fu Xiaoxiao wanted to go to the mountain to play and subconsciously wanted Su Huaiming to accompany him.
He circled the restaurant several times but couldn't find Su Huaiming. He then wanted to go to Su Huaiming's room to look for him, but Fu Jingfan stopped him.
Fu Jingfan accompanied Fu Xiaoxiao to play in the mountains. Fu Xiaoxiao also liked her father very much, but the two of them couldn't play together.
Fu Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and decided to keep half of her happiness and share it with Su Huaiming when he came to find her.
He waited and waited, for a whole morning, but he still didn't see Su Huaiming.
After returning home, Su Huaiming didn't come for lunch either. Fu Xiaoxiao was a little worried and asked Fu Jingfan, "Is Su Su feeling unwell?"
Fu Jingfan paused, "Don't call him by that name, it will upset him."
Fu Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue and tugged at her fingers, saying, "Can't he hear me?"
Fu Jingfan didn't dwell on the issue and reassured him, "Your father is fine, he's just sleeping. We'll go back together this afternoon."
Fu Xiaoxiao blinked and asked curiously, "Does it sleep like a bear hibernating?"
Fu Jingfan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Where did you learn all this?"
"Of course it's in the book." Fu Xiaoxiao shook his head, trying to show off his vast knowledge, but for Fu Jingfan, not hearing the sound of water was already a good thing.
Fu Xiaoxiao is the complete opposite of him. She had a carefree childhood and was full of childlike innocence. Although she seemed a bit silly, it was actually a good thing.
Fu Xiaoxiao didn't dwell on the issue and obediently went to take a nap, imagining herself hibernating like Su Huaiming.
The departure time was originally scheduled for 3 p. m., but it was postponed by an hour because Su Huaiming did not show up.
Fu Xiaoxiao sat quietly at the door waiting for Su Huaiming. Upon seeing Su Huaiming, she immediately jumped up happily.
Su Huaiming was wearing a shirt, with the top button fastened just to cover his Adam's apple, and loose-fitting trousers.
Fu Xiaoxiao ran over and hugged Su Huaiming's leg. Su Huaiming smiled and patted his hair.
Despite only being apart for half a day, Fu Xiaoxiao's reaction was quite exaggerated. She clung to Su Huaiming like a little sticky rice cake with a sweet filling inside.
Su Huaiming held Fu Xiaoxiao's hand with one hand and carried a suitcase with the other as they walked to the car.
Fu Jingfan stood beside him, wanting to help Su Huaiming with his luggage.
No sooner had he reached out than Su Huaiming, who had been chatting with Fu Xiaoxiao, suddenly turned around. His smile vanished, replaced by an icy expression. His gaze slowly shifted from Fu Jingfan's hand to his face, devoid of emotion, as if asking with his eyes, "Who are you?"
Fu Jingfan: "..."
Fu Jingfan: "..."
Fu Jingfan: "..."
He was acutely aware that things were more serious than he had imagined, and that his marriage was in grave danger.
Chapter 86
Seeing that Su Huaiming was in a bad mood and that the criticism was directed at him, Fu Jingfan, with a strong survival instinct, didn't bother Su Huaiming anymore. He silently sat in the front seat driving, trying to minimize his presence.
On the way, Su Huaiming and Fu Xiaoxiao played for a while before the father and son snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.
Seeing this, Fu Jingfan drove even more smoothly. While waiting at the intersection, he gently covered the two of them with a blanket, without making a sound the whole time.
Su Huaiming was already asleep, so Fu Jingfan looked at him through the rearview mirror with a mixture of restraint and greed.
He subtly rubbed his fingers together, the smooth, delicate touch still lingering on his fingertips, as the images of last night uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.
He went too far.
Even now, looking back, he still doesn't know why he lost control like that last night.
His childhood experiences of living as an orphan and wandering shaped Fu Jingfan's current personality. He originally had nothing, and everything could be taken away from him, so he couldn't wait to become strong and have the ability to protect.
This gradually turned into an obsession, an almost insane desire for control.
What he truly desires must be completely under his control, without the slightest deviation, and this applies to himself as well.
Fu Jingfan was constantly trying to maintain his public image, even going so far as to surpass human limits and completely control his emotions and desires, including his desire for manipulation.
Fu Jingfan thought he had done a good job, but last night, he acted like a hot-blooded young man, reckless and unrestrained, completely controlled by instinct and desire. He was no longer that age, and he acted like a shameless lustful scoundrel.
Even he dislikes it, no wonder Su Huaiming is angry.
The only saving grace was that he retained a sliver of reason last night, and aside from the final loss of control, he didn't injure Su Huaiming.
However, Su Huaiming's wishes were not respected.
Fu Jingfan remained silent throughout the journey, lost in thought and reflection.
It was late at night when they finally arrived at their apartment in the City Center.
Su Huaiming ignored Fu Jingfan completely, not even glancing at him, and carried his suitcase upstairs by himself.
It was his usual bedtime, but after washing up, Su Huaiming found that he had slept too much during the day and wasn't sleepy at all.
Just as Fu Jingfan was about to find an opportunity to apologize to Su Huaiming, he was met with a resentful and aggrieved look from Su Huaiming as soon as he entered the room.
Fu Jingfan: "..."
He knew that Su Huaiming hadn't vented his emotions yet, and that going against the grain now might further provoke Su Huaiming. Retreating was the best option, but dragging it out might have even worse consequences.
Despite Su Huaiming's rather piercing gaze, Fu Jingfan remained calm and walked unhurriedly to Su Huaiming's side.
Su Huaiming ignored him, sat on the bed with his arms crossed, and grew angrier the more he thought about it.
Fu Jingfan was a very proud person, but bowing down to Su Huaiming was not a burden for him at all. He was just about to sincerely apologize and coax Su Huaiming when a pillow was thrown at his face.
It didn't hurt at all, but Fu Jingfan still took a step back.
Fu Jingfan paused, bent down to pick up the pillow, and his heart sank.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then, under Su Huaiming's gaze, placed the pillow beside the bed. Just as he was about to speak, he met Su Huaiming's eyes again.
His pupils were naturally full, and when he stared at people, his eyes were rounder, making him look not fierce at all. His eyes were watery and bright, as if he had been crying.
Fu Jingfan realized his mistake again and wanted to make amends, but Su Huaiming snorted and complained with a wronged expression, "It's all your fault, I can't sleep now!"
Fu Jingfan's thoughts were interrupted, and for a moment he forgot what he was going to say.
Su Huaiming blamed Fu Jingfan for this, saying, "My biological clock is completely messed up now. I can't sleep at night, and I'm so sleepy during the day. What am I going to do if this continues!"
Su Huaiming was so angry he was losing his temper, and the more he thought about it, the worse it got. Without thinking, he blurted out, "Do you know how important sleep is to health? I'm already in poor health, and if this continues, my health will only get worse, it will..."
His previous experience of being bedridden with illness instilled in Su Huaiming a kind of obsession with his health that outsiders could not understand, and his thoughts became more extreme.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened and pessimistic he became. In his anger, he got stuck in a rut.
Fu Jingfan was completely stunned.
Although they seemed to be talking about the same thing, Su Huaiming's focus was different from what he had imagined.
This slight discrepancy made the whole thing feel off.
Fu Jingfan tentatively asked, "So you're just angry that your biological clock is messed up?"
"But?!" Fu Jingfan's tone was like adding fuel to the fire. Su Huaiming's lips trembled, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
If he had known earlier that dating would affect his sleep quality, he would have been more cautious in the first place!
Fu Jingfan sensed danger in Su Huaiming's micro-expressions and eyes, and quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "I didn't take this lightly; I've already seriously reflected on it."
Although the directions of self-reflection differ, the issue remains the same.
Fu Jingfan paused, then said very solemnly, "I won't disturb your sleep anymore and mess up your biological clock."
Su Huaiming looked at him suspiciously, "Really?"
Fu Jingfan's eyes were focused and earnest, almost as if he were swearing to the heavens, "I will definitely do it."
Seeing that Fu Jingfan had already reflected on his actions, Su Huaiming nodded with some skepticism. Without wasting any more time, he immediately lay down on the bed, trying to fall asleep and salvage his biological clock.
Fu Jingfan was left standing to the side, staring blankly at this scene, utterly unable to believe that he had passed the test so easily.
Perhaps it's because of the "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" filter, but Su Huaiming, whose focus was strange, became very cute in Fu Jingfan's eyes.
Fu Jingfan knew that Su Huaiming hadn't completely calmed down, but he still couldn't control his wicked thoughts. He walked over and looked at Su Huaiming's sleeping face, deliberately teasing him, "So next time, in order not to disturb your sleep, do I need to apply in advance and reserve time?"
Su Huaiming only heard half of it before he suddenly turned around, glaring fiercely at Fu Jingfan, looking somewhat bewildered, as if he couldn't believe that Fu Jingfan could ask such a shameless question.
Fu Jingfan was still intently watching him, waiting for his answer.
Su Huaiming resisted the urge to kick Fu Jingfan off the bed. He lowered his eyes, snorted twice through his nose, and expressionlessly pulled the blanket up to cover his face.
Fu Jingfan finally snapped out of his survival instincts and, seeing that Su Huaiming was trying hard to adjust his biological clock, didn't bother him anymore.
After he finished washing up, he was about to sit on the bed when he saw Su Huaiming turn his head and look at him with clear black and white eyes, without a trace of sleepiness in them.
Fu Jingfan realized the problem was serious.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then tentatively said, "I'll disturb you if I stay here. Should I go to the study to sleep first?"
Su Huaiming immediately hummed in agreement, seemingly relieved. He quickly rolled over, wrapped himself in the blanket, and turned away without a second glance, showing no lingering attachment whatsoever.