Xiao Ci, You Don't Want to Be (10)

"Waaaaah..."

Fu Yang was awakened by soft, low sobs.

The sound was not like an ordinary sob; it was not sorrowful or serious at all. Instead, it was mixed with ambiguous water sounds, with a distorted tone, sticky and muddy, leaking out from the nasal cavity.

Fu Yang struggled to open his eyes and subconsciously reached out to grab the person next to him, but he grabbed nothing.

Xue Ci... Xue Ci was clearly sleeping in his arms on this bed last night.

His heart skipped a beat. Then, hearing the crying coming from downstairs, he realized it was his wife Xue Ci.

The alarm blared, Fu Yang, enduring his headache, ran out of the room. The sound came from downstairs. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw his frail and petite wife sandwiched between Fu Qingxiao and Fu Zhouxuan.

The man had a different style from the boy, and was a full twelve years older than Xue Ci.

It's very easy to restrain someone.

Has Xue Ci found another man? Or those two from the Fu Family?

Fu Yang's heart sank, and he rushed downstairs with a stiff expression. He deliberately made a lot of noise, but the two people did not stop.

Xue Ci... Fu Yang's gaze fell on Xue Ci's face.

Xue Ci looked slightly dazed, unsure whether she was in comfort or pain. Her small face was streaked with tears, her skin was pink, and the edges of her lips were swollen.

At that moment, someone was whispering in her ear, "Could your husband satisfy you like this?"

Fu Yang was filled with rage and clenched his fist to punch Fu Qingxiao in the face, but his body couldn't touch the other person.

Why?

Is this... a dream?

Why would he have such a dream?

Fu Yang stood there stunned, his gaze falling on Xue Ci's face. He wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears on Xue Ci's face, but the next second, something splashed onto his face.

A familiar smell.

Fu Yang, incredulous, murmured with bloodshot eyes, "Xue Ci..."

A white light appeared before his eyes, and with a wave of dizziness, Fu Yang collapsed to the ground.

This time I'm fully awake.

When Fu Yang got out of bed, he was already sweating profusely, his brow furrowed with anxiety. He listened carefully and thankfully there was no noise downstairs.

However, Xue Ci was not in the room.

Fu Yang pressed his throbbing temples, probably trying to forget, as he could no longer remember the details of his dream.

He was just scaring himself. Why would Fu Qingxiao be at his villa so early in the morning? Besides, Xue Ci wouldn't do something like that.

Fu Yang breathed a sigh of relief as he casually slipped on his clothes.

Then, as soon as I stepped out of the room—

Fu Qingxiao and Fu Zhouxuan were both there, Xue Ci was sandwiched between them on the sofa.

A scene somewhat similar to his dream appeared before his eyes. Fu Yang's eyelids twitched incessantly. He stormed downstairs, and everyone looked at him.

"Xue Ci."

He took a deep breath. "What are you doing?"

He's starting to become suspicious again.

Xue Ci told the truth, "I'm signing Zhouxuan's math exam paper."

The intimate address made Fu Yang frown. He glanced at the coffee table and saw a high-scoring exam paper with "Fu Qingxiao" signed on it.

His gaze swept over Fu Qingxiao's face, and his tone was stiff. "Why are you at my house so early?"

Fu Qingxiao replied irrelevantly, "It's getting late, it's noon."

Fu Yang frowned, standing still with an impatient expression.

The atmosphere was tense.

Xue Ci got up from the sofa and grabbed Fu Yang's clothes. "Uncle even had lunch prepared and sent over. Are you still asleep? Come to the kitchen, I'll get you a glass of water."

Fu Yang's aggressive expression and menacing aura subsided somewhat after Xue Ci's few words. The man's brows were furrowed, and he looked like a mad dog ready to bite at any moment.

At this moment, however, he obediently followed Xue Ci to the kitchen.

Xue Ci poured him a glass of water. "You looked really upset just now, like your uncle owed you money."

It wasn't about owing money; it was about stealing a wife. Fu Yang didn't mention the dream to Xue Ci; his gaze swept over Xue Ci's face and neck.

Xue Ci was still wearing her shirt, loose and baggy, with a large area of her shoulders exposed, revealing the scattered hickeys on it.

"Don't let anyone see this part of you."

Xue Ci was stunned for a moment. "What?"

She didn't speak or answer his questions, just stared at him blankly, and then blurted out this sentence.

It looks like she's deliberately trying to annoy him.

Coupled with what happened yesterday, Xue Ci's temper flared up immediately.

He thought he was already very good-tempered, but at that moment he really wanted to argue with Fu Yang. So he said irritably, "Are you going to drink water or not?"

Fu Yang was quiet this time, raising the glass and gulping it down his throat like he was drinking alone.

Xue Ci's anger subsided a bit. He didn't want to lose his temper with people so easily, so he simply turned and left.

But Fu Yang's strong body completely blocked it.

"When did they arrive?" Fu Yang's voice was hoarse. Despite having had a good night's rest last night, his eyes were still bloodshot, making him look terrifying.

"Don't let them get so close to you next time."

here we go again.

When Xue Ci put on a stern face, his serious expression became inexplicably aloof, making people hesitant to speak to him.

"You're so annoying."

They did nothing.

He knew what Fu Yang suspected, after all, he had kept asking him these questions last night. After saying those two sentences, he ignored him and said, "Let me out."

The kitchen door was ajar, and Fu Qingxiao and Fu Zhouxuan, who were sitting in the living room, couldn't hear what the two were talking about.

Soon, a crisp slap rang out.

Seeing Fu Qingxiao get up, Fu Zhouxuan also got up, and the two went to the kitchen together.

The atmosphere between Fu Yang and Xue Ci was tense; they definitely looked like they were arguing.

Fu Yang still had red marks on his face, clearly indicating that he had been slapped.

That felt great.

She was slapped in the face by a handsome young boy.

Fu Qingxiao pretended to persuade Fu Yang to leave, then gently comforted Xue Ci, casually mentioning Fu Yang's shortcomings.

Fu Yang looked at the two men surnamed Fu, one older and one younger, who were now surrounding Xue Ci, comforting her like two dogs.

But he couldn't bring himself to tell them to get lost immediately, because Xue Ci would definitely be angry and wouldn't forgive him.

Fu Yang stood there, feeling that the scene before him somewhat overlapped with his dream.

He was like a powerless husband, one who didn't even dare to be angry.

*

I don't know how the two of them coaxed her, but in the end they suggested taking Xue Ci the amusement park.

Xue Ci actually agreed.

He had previously said he would take Xue Ci with him, but Xue Ci refused, citing that she had classes the next day.

Fu Yang couldn't express his feelings. He felt isolated because of his shortcomings. Everyone else could be intimate with Xue Ci, and everyone thought he was useless.

He took a deep breath, glanced at Xue Ci, and dared not say a word, for fear that Xue Ci would break up with him in front of the two of them.

In that case, even he himself wouldn't know what he might do.

The living room gradually quieted down.

"I'm taking Xue Ci out for some fresh air. You should calm down too." Fu Qingxiao said this and then took Xue Ci away.

Before leaving, Xue Ci asked Fu Zhouxuan if he wanted to come along, and that little bastard actually wanted to.

The villa was empty, Fu Yang sat on the sofa.

He used to think that he was fine being alone, not lonely, and even felt that having more people intrude on his space would be noisy.

But things are different now.

Xue Ci has already left her mark on his life.

There was a plush blanket covering the sofa, slippers scattered in the entryway, and Xue Ci's favorite flowers planted in the garden... Fu Yang's heart ached slightly. He couldn't quite describe what kind of emotion this was, as if a part of his heart had been hollowed out and then stuffed with cold snow.

He sat on the sofa for a long time, knowing that the bodyguards would keep him updated on Xue Ci's situation.

But he hoped Xue Ci would take the initiative to message him.

The phone was silent. Fu Yang couldn't help but open the chat window and scroll through the chat history. He would often send more than ten messages at a time, which looked like the behavior of a sycophant.

Fu Yang stared at the few messages Xue Ci had sent, carefully studying each one.

But it was his first time in love, and he had no understanding or insight into love, nor could he find any reason for it.

No matter what, he felt terrible, Fu Yang's fingers flew across the screen.

"Are you still angry?"

"Are you already at the amusement park?"

"Are you coming back for dinner?"

He frantically deleted every single beginning.

*

Amusement parks are indeed places where people can forget their troubles, Xue Ci's progress, which was deducted for slapping her sugar daddy, is slowly recovering.

His mood brightened, and he began to wonder why he had argued with Fu Yang that morning.

Perhaps it's because Fu Yang's face makes people want to get angry.

Leaning against the railing, Xue Ci looked down at the bag in his hand. Before coming to the amusement park, Fu Qingxiao had taken him to the mall to buy a suitable outfit for him to change into.

The bag contained Fu Yang's clothes.

After playing a few games, Xue Ci was a little tired. She paused for a moment in front of the claw machine in the store, and her mood completely improved after she won two plush toys.

Fu Qingxiao bought the few that weren't caught for him.

Xue Ci gave a large one to Fu Zhouxuan and returned to the dormitory with a bountiful harvest. His roommates hadn't returned yet; he had been playing outside all day. After washing up, he climbed onto the top bunk with the plush toys he had caught.

He let out a soft, trembling scream after his toes stepped on something, and slumped to the side.

Xue Ci really didn't expect Fu Yang to be waiting for him here.

Fu Yang didn't seem to be asleep either. He clearly heard me come back, yet he lay there silently waiting for me to come up and find him.

Xue Ci almost scared out of her wits by him.

For a fleeting moment, he wanted to use the phrase "a persistent ghost" to describe Fu Yang.

Fu Yang was stepped on, but he only glanced at him lightly before looking away and maintaining his original posture.

A nearly 1.9-meter-tall, muscular adult man was curled up on a small dormitory bed.

Lying on my side, face to the wall.

There was a strange sense of grievance in me.

If you look closely, her eyes are also red.

Xue Ci.

He was still sitting on the other person's calves. After awkwardly moving away, he had already lost his temper with Fu Yang: "What are you doing? Why are you lying here? Isn't the bed bigger at home?"

He was fine when he didn't speak, but when he did, Fu Yang's eyes turned even redder.

moment.

A muffled voice came from behind. "Why would I go home? You're not coming back anyway."

"They're ignoring me too."

Xue Ci felt a pang of guilt.

It was as if she was deliberately isolating Fu Yang.

Thinking about it... he did indeed not bring Fu Yang with him when he went out with Fu Qingxiao and Fu Zhouxuan.

But at that time he was still arguing with Fu Yang, and he couldn't just make up with him the next second and ask him to go out together.

Xue Ci stared at Fu Yang's red eyes and felt a little sorry for him.

He saw the man still huddled up facing the wall, and nudged him. "Are you going to stay here forever?"

Fu Yang gave a low "hmm".

"I'll stay here. Treat me like I'm not here, ignore me."

His tone was sour, and he sounded particularly aggrieved.

"Anyway, you don't reply to my messages."

Xue Ci was more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, and seeing his expression, she didn't want to hold a grudge anymore. He awkwardly touched his nose. "My phone was dead, that's why I couldn't reply."

In reality, he just didn't want to reply.

This reason seemed unable to convince Fu Yang, who remained lying there motionless, taking up most of the bed and preventing Xue Ci from lying down.

He knew that if he coldly chased the person away, Fu Yang would listen to him and get out of bed.

But that would be too cruel...

It made it seem like he was really bullying someone.

Xue Ci pursed his lips, glanced at the doll beside him, and seemed to remember something. He stepped on Fu Yang's calf with his foot, trying his best to make his voice sound genuine.

"I brought you a gift."

Fu Yang finally made a move.

He turned around and saw Xue Ci waving the doll in her hand at him.

"I noticed he looks a bit like you, and it took me a lot of effort to catch him."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yang's expression softened, and he finally stood up.

Xue Ci placed the doll in his hand and saw him frown. "Do I look that much like him?"

... Just as irritable as a gorilla, doesn't that seem like it?

Xue Ci awkwardly looked away, pretending not to hear. "Anyway... I bought it especially for you."

Fu Yang didn't say anything more.

This ugly doll, after looking at it for a while, actually seems quite pretty.

Perhaps because it was a gift from Xue Ci, he viewed it through a filter.

His gaze lingered between the doll and Xue Ci several times before his expression finally relaxed.

Whether Xue Ci was trying to coax him or not, Fu Yang believed that Xue Ci did this because she cared about him.

He hasn't been able to feel Xue Ci's love lately.

Xue Ci was affectionate and clingy... He used to think that Xue Ci did this because she liked him, but later he found out that Xue Ci was just like that by nature, and she treated every man equally. He was not the special one.

But why did he still circle around like a dog?

That's about all the genuine feelings I have.

Even this small amount of sweetness was enough to make him so happy he felt like he was on cloud nine.

Fu Yang stared at Xue Ci's face, clutching the doll tightly in his hand. "I want to rest here tonight."

The man sat quietly on the edge of the bed, the redness in his eyes not yet completely gone.

The way he spoke in such a soft voice made him look like a loyal, pitiful big dog.

Xue Ci hesitated. "I need to discuss staying overnight with my roommates."

"I've already sent them away."

"..."

Fortunately, Fu Yang's clothes were still in the bag. After washing himself in the bathroom, the man smelled himself.

The clothes were worn by Xue Ci, and they still smelled familiar.

Fu Yang was unusually quiet. The two squeezed onto a small bed, and apart from being held too tightly, they spent the night peacefully.

The next day, Sunday, Fu Yang still hadn't left.

Xue Ci ordered two takeout meals, and the usually picky man didn't say a single bad word about the food.

Has he become well-behaved?

Fu Yang looked much more pleasing to the eye than usual. His black hair was loose and fell over his forehead, making his eyebrows less sharp and giving him a loyal and reliable appearance.

"Dinner's ready," Xue Ci reminded the other person.

After getting his roommate's permission via message, he moved his chair over. "You sit here."

Fu Yang frowned.

Xue Ci: "?"

She was well-behaved for only a few minutes, and then she started acting up again.

"What's wrong?" Xue Ci secretly glanced at the chair; it was brand new, with nothing to criticize.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yang said, "I don't want to sit where anyone other than you has sat."

Xue Ci wasn't angry. She said gently, "Then you sit in my chair, and I'll sit in his."

Fu Yang: "I don't want you sitting in other men's chairs either; who knows what they might have done up there?"

Xue Ci hadn't thought anything of it at first, but after he said that, she couldn't sit still anymore.

He frowned in distress. "What should we do?"

Fu Yang was silent for a moment, then said, "Sit on my lap."

"..."

11: [Heh. So this is where you were waiting, host.]

"I haven't held you in so long." Seeing Xue Ci Fu Yang hesitate, Fu Yang shamelessly said, "I miss you so much."

But they were sleeping together in each other's arms just last night... The next second, Xue Ci was scooped up.

He sat on the man's lap, and to be honest, without the thing poking him, it was definitely more comfortable than sitting on a hard chair alone.

Since her body wasn't in good shape anyway... Xue Ci had no worries and stopped struggling, confidently sitting on Fu Yang's lap.

She sits on my lap while eating and does her homework.

Fu Yang also had one good point: he could help him with the questions he didn't know how to answer.

However, every time he solved a problem, the man would lightly kiss him on the earlobe, as if asking for the reward of tutoring him.

Xue Ci has one last subject to complete.

Their major involves many courses and a lot of homework. Except for the lack of pressure to get into a good university, the workload is no less than that of high school, second only to studying medicine.

The room was filled with the sound of Xue Ci's pen strokes.

He had a serious expression on his face.

However, the even breathing around him disrupted his train of thought.

Xue Ci turned around in surprise and found that Fu Yang had already closed his eyes.

The man had dark circles under his eyes, indicating he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time. His expression was calm and docile, and his breath tickled his neck.

It's all because of my poor health.

It seems this kind of thing really damages a man's confidence; even someone as confident as Fu Yang has become pitiful.

Xue Ci completed her homework quietly and without making a sound.

Fu Yang slept soundly.

In the following days, he stopped being suspicious as before, but he started visiting Xue Ci more and more frequently.

As soon as school was over, Xue Ci would see Fu Yang standing at the classroom door waiting for him, and then he would be led into the car by the hand.

To make it easier for him to go to school, Fu Yang didn't take him back to the villa, but instead took him to an apartment near their university.

The two ate dinner together and then rested.

This kind of life, where everything is done for you, is quite comfortable, but it means Xue Ci won't be able to see Fu Zhouxuan.

The progress bar isn't increasing at all.

Seeing that the timeline didn't match the plot, Xue Ci started to get anxious.

Moreover, he felt that recently, suspicious red marks kept appearing on his body, and his mouth felt numb after waking up. He also changed into a different set of pajamas.

I also frequently experience sleep paralysis.

Xue Ci found it strange and began to suspect that Fu Yang was doing something to him while he was sleeping.

So one night he pretended to be asleep.

As a result, he felt his ankle being tightly gripped, and then his entire body was lifted up as if by water.

Then, her firm nose pressed against the soft flesh of his thigh.

The other person sniffed around carefully, as if checking something.

"Her skin is so pink..."

"Is Xiao Ci made of water?"

The man spoke in a hoarse, obsessive voice.

Xue Ci trembled uncontrollably with fear. He didn't know whether he should open his eyes or not, and whether opening them would result in even more terrible treatment.

He could only pretend he knew nothing, biting his lip tightly to try and keep himself from making a sound.

But... soft sobs still escaped from between his lips, thankfully drowned out by loud kisses and splashing water.

Xue Ci's slender fingers trembled uncontrollably as she pushed against the hard chest.

He dared not pretend to be asleep any longer, fearing that he would face even greater risks later.

That's more than just being kissed.

In the middle of the night, Xue Ci, who was already not quite clear-headed, suddenly became irritable.

She accused the man in a soft, gentle voice.

"Y-It's okay now..."

"It's very sour..."

"Sleep."

Xue Ci until her whole body was covered in pink.

Pretending to be asleep eventually turned into actually being asleep.

Fu Yang held him tightly in his arms.

He secretly searched for every place that would make Xue Ci comfortable.

As long as he masters these skills, Xue Ci will definitely be inseparable from him.

*

Xue Ci was so frightened that she couldn't concentrate in class the next day. She lied and said that she had to participate in a club activity, which was very urgent and involved many classmates. She said she wouldn't be able to leave the school for the next week.

Fu Yang believed him easily, and only called him occasionally.

Xue Ci doesn't accept every offer.

He felt that even if the other party was a big dog, it was a mad dog.

... scorer.

He never expected that his personality would change so drastically after he became impotent.

That was a miscalculation.

But if they break up, the storyline doesn't make sense.

Moreover, without Fu Yang, he would have no way to get close to the protagonist.

11 also felt that Fu Yang, this superhero, was becoming increasingly insane, and quickly helped the host find plot holes.

While 11 was looking through the documents, Xue Ci released the Fragment and angrily confronted the other party.

[It's all your fault! You had to hit him!]

[Now you've turned him into... a pathetic pervert!]

Xue Ci's angry expression was truly... Fragment's voice was low and deep: [Baby, it's all my fault.]

Xue Ci was stunned for a moment, then realized that she had been losing her temper for no reason.

How did he become like this...?

We cannot take advantage of the fact that this virus code is kind to us and become arrogant.

Xue Ci pursed her lips, feeling embarrassed. "[I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you just now.]"

Fragment: [Baby, you can pee on me, it's okay.]

?

Xue Ci silenced it.

His cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he quietly lay on the table waiting for news from 11.

Ten minutes later, 11 flew out: [Host found! You can find a new sugar daddy!]

[Later in the story, it's only said that you're a canary, so you just need to play the canary role well; who your sugar daddy is doesn't matter!]

Have you thought of anyone you could contact?

To find a sugar daddy, the person needs to be rich, powerful, and connected to the protagonist... Xue Ci thought of Fu Qingxiao.

During the few days he lost contact with Fu Yang, he started sending messages to Fu Qingxiao. They were all very ordinary messages, with nothing ambiguous about them.

After he initiated contact a few times, Fu Qingxiao started sending him more messages, and gradually it became the other way around—she would initiate contact and even ask him how things were going with Fu Yang lately.

Xue Ci listless: [Not good.]

Fu Qingxiao spoke in the tone of an elder.

Fu Yang had a bad temper since childhood.

[If it's really not a good match, then break up. Your uncle can introduce you to other people.]

What type of person do you like?

Xue Ci was pondering how to reply when 11 posted a new task.

[The main character has improved in his exams. You need to take him shopping, buy him new clothes and toys to strengthen your bond and make him dependent on you.]

According to the original plot, Xue Ci had become a caged bird in the villa. Fu Yang never took the initiative to contact him, and was busy pursuing fame and fortune in the business world to compete for the position of heir, gradually forgetting about him, the caged bird.

I never knew the plot would take such a turn... Xue Ci sent Fu Zhouxuan a message, asking him how his grades were going lately.

Fu Zhouxuan replied quickly, sending him a photo of his report card.

Almost every subject was perfect, which is quite an achievement for a student who has just transferred to a prestigious private school in a big city.

Xue Ci sent a praising emoji.

Are you home?

Fu Zhouxuan: [At home.]

She posted another photo of herself doing her homework with a desk lamp on.

The protagonist has it much easier now.

Xue Ci: [I'll come find you in a bit.]

Fu Zhouxuan on the other end took a deep breath, suppressing his inner joy.

Fearing that he might run into Fu Yang if he went directly there, Xue Ci called Fu Qingxiao to ask if he was free. Fu Qingxiao was about to get off work and offered to pick him up from school.

When the two arrived at the villa, Fu Zhouxuan was the only one there.

The other party had already compiled the test papers from the last monthly exam. "Brother Xue Ci, the teacher said a parent's signature is required."

Xue Ci wasn't exactly a parent, and was about to call Fu Qingxiao was washing fruit in the kitchen, over when Fu Zhouxuan grabbed her sleeve.

"Brother Xue Ci, could you sign this for me?"

It had been a while since Xue Ci had seen Fu Zhouxuan. The boy had grown quite a bit taller, his shoulders had broadened, and he had become more upright and strong. His sudden closeness made Xue Ci feel a bit intimidated.

It might be an illusion.

After all, Fu Zhouxuan is such a well-behaved student, and he's still a high school student who hasn't even reached adulthood yet.

"Okay, I'll sign it."

Xue Ci the pen, and as soon as she finished signing, she heard the progress bar moving forward.

It had been a long time since his test score had increased, and he showed a satisfied expression. While flipping through the test papers, he couldn't help but pat Fu Zhouxuan's head like an older brother.

They didn't notice Fu Zhouxuan's increasingly dark pupils.

"Bang"--

The sound of a glass bowl shattering echoed from the kitchen.

Xue Ci immediately got up and went to the kitchen, where she saw Fu Qingxiao picking up broken glass shards from the floor.

"Be careful."

He had just finished giving his instructions when he noticed a small cut on Fu Qingxiao's fingernail.

She gasped softly.

"Just sweep it into the trash bag later, Uncle. You can sit on the sofa for now."

Xue Ci turned around and went to the TV cabinet to get iodine. He had bought a lot of spare medicine and kept it here when Fu Yang burned his hand while making dessert for him last time.

Open the drawer; the medicine was tucked away at the very back.

While Xue Ci was searching, she accidentally discovered the documents underneath.

Pull it out.

--This is Fu Yang's medical record from a urology clinic.

Xue Ci's fingers suddenly felt hot, and she felt a little embarrassed. She wanted to pretend she didn't know and put the fingers back in the drawer, but then she heard Fu Qingxiao's voice. "What's this?"

Xue Ci stammered.

Fu Qingxiao took the document from his hand, opened it, and showed a slight look of surprise.

"Xiao Ci."

He unfolded the contents and handed it to Xue Ci.

The words "sexual dysfunction" were clearly visible, right under his nose.

Xue Ci's cheeks flushed, and she pretended to have just found out. "How could this be..."

No sooner had I finished speaking than a gloomy voice came from the entrance hall.

What are you doing?

*

Fu Zhouxuan, who had just cleaned up the broken glass in the kitchen, happened to witness this scene after coming out.

It's a mess.

He saw Fu Yang take Xue Ci's hand and go to the balcony.

Fu Qingxiao casually put the document back, then sat on the sofa with his legs crossed in a very relaxed posture.

During this period, Fu Yang never returned to the villa.

On the contrary, Fu Qingxiao would come over occasionally.

Fu Zhouxuan, who was about to come of age, witnessed a major scene of someone trying to steal his girlfriend.

He walked over and took the document out of the drawer.

After opening --

It's nothing to pry up a corner of the wall.

We can't just stand by and watch his sister-in-law live like a widow.

The man who tried to steal her away was a thirty-year-old man whose physical functions were failing.

He'll be eighteen soon.

He was going to save them all, in case his sister-in-law needed them in the future... Fu Zhouxuan seemed to have made up his mind, staring intently at a slender figure outside the balcony.

*

The atmosphere outside on the balcony was a bit awkward.

Fu Yang remained silent. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, glanced at Xue Ci, and then put it back in.

"You saw everything?"

His voice was hoarse, and he looked very tired.

"Hmm..." Xue Ci felt this was a good opportunity to break up, and first tried to persuade her gently, "Why don't you go see a doctor properly? You can't—"

Fu Yang interrupted, "You want to break up with me?"

The man's voice was sinister, Xue Ci dared not look at his expression; her eyelashes trembled.

This time he found a very good reason, disregarding any sense of shame. "I value this very much..."

He had barely finished speaking when he heard Fu Yang chuckle softly, but there was no mirth in his eyes. "Didn't you say last time that you weren't feeling well and didn't like these things?"

Xue Ci stared awkwardly at her toes, her cheeks burning.

He wanted to finish the job, but then he heard an OOC warning.

[As the host, you are now a gilded cage bird; please find a new reason for the breakup.]

Xue Ci silent for a moment, then said, "You need to get treatment right now, so you probably don't need me."

Fu Yang narrowed his eyes, his voice turning cold. "What do you mean?"

"That's what you wanted to keep me as a sugar daddy, isn't it... You probably don't need me anymore." Xue Ci thought for a moment, "The card and IOU are in my bag, wait a minute—hiss—"

Fu Yang grabbed his shoulder, his fingers digging deep into his shoulder.

Very hard.

"You think I've been keeping you as a mistress all along?" Fu Yang's tone changed, his suppressed voice carrying a hint of a roar, "You've always thought we had that kind of relationship?"

"Song Xueci, explain yourself clearly!"

Xue Ci was startled by his manic behavior. She pursed her lips, her expression a mixture of confusion and fear. "... Isn't that right?"

Fu Yang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

My blood felt cold all over my body.

He chuckled coldly, a laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

It turns out he was the only one who always thought they were in a relationship... so Song Xueci never liked him.

That's right.

So that's how it is.

"I'll give you the bank card and the IOU." Xue Ci didn't dare say anything more and struggled to leave, but the man gripped her wrist tightly.

"Don't leave!"

Fu Yang's tone was icy, his eyes fixed on Xue Ci's face, trying to find a hint of a joke on his face. Unfortunately, the result was not as expected.

His pale lips parted slightly, but his voice was hoarse.

"Take back what you said, and I'll pretend I didn't hear it. We can go back to how things were before."

"I'll treat the illness. If it can't be cured..."

I will take my medicine.

Author's Note:

Brother Yang's stomach will get better, but he also needs to eat some other sliced food.