Xiao Ci, You Don't Want to Be... Either (14)

He uttered sarcastic remarks, but his eyes were fixed on Xue Ci's face, unable to look away.

Even though the kiss lasted only ten seconds, Xue Ci's eyes welled up with tears, her lips were wet and red, and you could vaguely see her pink cheeks. There was a slight pause in her gaze, making you want to tease her even more.

Plump, moist lips, with a reddened cupid's bow.

Her eyelashes were wet, and her expression was innocent.

Fu Yang, who was away on a business trip for a week, could only watch helplessly as his uncle Xue Ci, acted like a jealous husband.

Especially after that, Xue Ci, after realizing what had happened, clearly showed her displeasure. She didn't even glance at him before turning around and running to Fu Qingxiao's side.

Fu Yang's heart sank.

Xue Ci was dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, her whole body glowing pink from the warmth of the heater, and her slippers were fluffy.

He appears relaxed no matter how you look at him, just like the owner of this villa.

At this moment, Fu Qingxiao, who had already taken off his coat, reached out and casually ruffled Xue Ci's soft brown hair, messing it up and then smoothing it out.

Xue Ci him rub and caress her, even becoming somewhat dependent on him.

The scene looks overly warm and cozy.

Despite knowing that the two weren't in that kind of relationship, Fu Yang, who had once been involved with Xue Ci, couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

He took a deep breath, wanting to find an opportunity to apologize to Xue Ci and take back what he had just said, but Fu Qingxiao's clinginess far exceeded his expectations.

The black sweater accentuated Fu Qingxiao's broad shoulders, and the man exuded a mature charm honed by time. He remained close to Xue Ci, softly asking what she had been doing these past few days.

Compared to men who travel for work, Xue Ci hasn't done anything productive since the start of his vacation; he's even been indulging in frivolous pursuits with teenagers. He touched his nose sheepishly and put it another way. "... Zhouxuan and I are practicing our reflexes."

He had just finished speaking when he heard Fu Qingxiao let out a very low, muffled laugh.

Are they mocking him...?

Xue Ci's cheeks flushed, and she guiltily avoided the other person's gaze.

"Xiao Ci is so busy." Seeing that Xue Ci's ears were bright red, Fu Qingxiao stopped teasing her. He took the suitcase from the butler, placed it on the ground, and opened it—

Xue Ci exclaimed "Wow!" softly after seeing it.

The man's business-looking black suitcase, which he used for business trips, was stuffed with seven or eight toys, and some jewelry boxes were placed in a compartment.

"It's a gift."

Fu Qingxiao's gifts took up almost half the box.

Xue Ci was pleasantly surprised. He had specifically told the other party that he didn't need to bring gifts, as business trips abroad are tiring, but the man still brought these things back from afar.

Fu Qingxiao squatted down and took things out of his suitcase one by one. He used to only work in hotels when he went on business trips and never went out. His employees also said in private that he was a man without any romance.

But he's different now.

He's getting a second wife. He wants to bring her a gift.

[Tch... They started acting and became so engrossed in it that they even fooled themselves.]

Seeing that Fu Qingxiao remained silent, Fu Qingxiao continued, "[Let me out for a moment. I haven't kissed him yet. You kissed him for eleven seconds just now.]"

The alternate personality's voice was low and hoarse, concealing subtle desires and restlessness.

[Wait until tonight.]

After dismissing the person, Fu Qingxiao ignored him. Seeing Xue Ci's delighted expression, he felt particularly satisfied. "They were all bought from a vintage store, pick whatever you like."

The jewelry box was also taken out and opened, revealing a valuable necklace and watch inside.

Whether expensive or cheap, Fu Qingxiao spent money and effort, completely laying bare his feelings.

Fu Zhouxuan was still holding a game controller in his hand.

He just saw Fu Qingxiao kiss Xue Ci. There was a huge difference in height and physique between the two. When Xue Ci was picked up, only her toes touched the ground.

My calves are trembling slightly.

It seemed that if she were raised even slightly higher, she would be completely lifted off the ground and would have to rely on the man.

Of course, Fu Zhouxuan also saw Xue Ci's lips, which were wet and red from being kissed.

The boy looked away, staring at the "Restart a Game" screen, his mind a jumble of thoughts, his fingers frantically pressing buttons on the controller.

The next moment, he felt his clothes being tugged very lightly.

A familiar scent wafted over, and Fu Zhouxuan looked up, meeting Xue Ci's eyes. Her pupils were a rare light color for an Asian, resembling beautiful glass beads under the light.

Her lips were plump, and her cheeks were soft and delicate.

His muscles tensed, a surge of heat rose within him, and Fu Zhouxuan could hear his heart pounding against his chest, one beat after another.

However, when Xue Ci closer to speak to him, he realized that a person's heart could beat even faster.

"Hurry up and pick one." Xue Ci's voice was soft and gentle.

Fu Zhouxuan was stunned. "... What?"

Seeing the boy staring blankly at her, Xue Ci tightened her grip on his clothes again. This time she used a bit of force, her fingers turning white from the clothes, the soft flesh of her fingertips being squeezed to the edges.

"Pick a gift."

"Your uncle brought some for you too!"

After Xue Ci finished speaking, she looked at Fu Qingxiao.

He was about to call the man "uncle" when he realized he was playing the role of the man's fiancée, so he swallowed the words back.

What should I shout?

Full name? It sounds unfamiliar. Fu Qingxiao will probably take him to the study later to lecture him about this. Qingxiao? That's a bit strange... after all, Fu Qingxiao is eight years older than him.

As for any other overly intimate terms of address, he simply couldn't bring himself to use them.

Xue Ci paused for two seconds, then said nothing, "That watch was a gift you brought for Zhouxuan, right?"

Then he frantically tried to signal to his partner with his eyes.

Fu Qingxiao obligingly replied, "Mm."

Of course, he just grunted in response, too lazy to say anything more. The reason was that he noticed Xue Ci was being overly nice to this seemingly young and energetic boy. He felt a pang of jealousy and naturally developed a subtle hostility towards Fu Zhouxuan.

Fu Zhouxuan knew that Fu Qingxiao wouldn't bring him a gift, and he didn't care about the Fu Family's superficial gestures at all. But the little bit of love and care Xue Ci showed him warmed his eyes.

"Thank you, Brother Xue Ci."

Then he pretended to thank Fu Qingxiao, his tone completely different before and after.

The progress bar has increased by one level.

Looking at the protagonist's downcast eyes, Xue Ci felt pity. It had nothing to do with the mission; she just felt that Fu Zhouxuan was a bit pitiful, like a loyal but homeless puppy.

He decided to be a good older brother from now on.

Fu Qingxiao put the remaining gifts into a box.

The villa's chef had already prepared dinner, several Chinese home-style dishes.

Xue Ci sat next to Fu Qingxiao, and the man kept putting food into his bowl.

During the period after his breakup with Fu Yang, the two of them didn't go out to eat together very often, and Fu Qingxiao would always put food on his plate like this. Xue Ci thought it was out of affection from an elder. He ate his food in silence, not noticing anything was wrong.

Fu Yang and Fu Zhouxuan looked rather displeased upon seeing the two being so intimate.

Xue Ci completely oblivious, neither speaking during meals nor in his sleep. After dinner, he brought up the matter of holding a birthday banquet for Fu Zhouxuan in a few days.

With the head of the Fu Family abroad, Fu Qingxiao was put in charge of this matter.

The man was simply too busy with work to focus on anything else.

Xue Ci brought it up specifically so that Fu Zhouxuan would know that everyone had remembered his coming-of-age ceremony.

The birthday banquet is being held at the city's most upscale hotel. Invitations have already been sent out, and many important figures will be attending. Some will even deliberately make things difficult for him, calling him a bastard.

These are all trials and tribulations that the protagonist must go through. Just thinking about those scenes made Xue Ci's blood pressure soar.

According to the plot, he was not qualified to attend this coming-of-age ceremony.

I'll have to prepare more gifts.

It was getting late, so Fu Zhouxuan was driven home by the driver. Fu Yang, who was supposed to leave with him, found an excuse to stay and said he wanted to go see the flowers he had brought.

The flowers have always been cared for by the gardener, and Xue Ci has been checking on them regularly these past few days. They're growing well, without a single withered leaf. Fu Yang shouldn't have any reason to find fault.

Fu Qingxiao went to the study to answer a work call. Xue Ci sat on the sofa and picked out a movie. He was a little full from dinner and leaned against the edge of the sofa, feeling drowsy.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the sofa next to him suddenly sank in. Xue Ci jolted awake from his drowsiness and turned to find Fu Yang sitting beside him.

The two hadn't been in contact since their unpleasant encounter at the hospital, and given Fu Yang's words upon meeting today, Xue Ci felt no need to give him a friendly look.

He pursed his lips, deciding to go back to his room and get a good night's sleep.

He was stopped by Fu Yang's strong body.

The man had well-developed back muscles and a V-shaped waist; with his legs blocking her way, Xue Ci was completely trapped.

Because the other person moved too fast, he didn't have time to pull back and crashed into them, leaving a red mark on his knee from the other person's hard leg.

Xue Ci wasn't very tolerant of pain. She gasped softly, then looked up at him with displeasure. "What are you going to do?"

His face was downcast, and his tone was very impatient.

Fu Yang spent a long time rehearsing how to persuade Xue Ci to have nothing more to do with Fu Qingxiao, since the other party wasn't as refined and polite as he appeared on the surface.

He was speechless at Xue Ci's furrowed brows, swallowed all his words, and could only apologize.

"It was wrong of me to argue with you that day, and it was also wrong of me to say those things today."

"I was wrong."

"But I'm really worried that you'll be taken advantage of. Being someone's fiancée and living together, some things are unavoidable. I know Fu Qingxiao hit his head while saving you, but time is running out, and he seems quite stable. Do you want to tell him the truth? If it really doesn't work, you can get treatment."

He didn't dare mention that Fu Qingxiao was faking his memory, for fear that Xue Ci would think he was slandering the other party.

Xue Ci's lips were a little dry, so she pursed them slightly and licked them, unaware that Fu Yang's gaze had already fallen on her plump lips.

Currently playing Fu Qingxiao's fiancée, and with the plot progressing smoothly, he certainly wouldn't tell Fu Qingxiao the truth right now. So he made up a reason to fool Fu Yang, saying that his uncle's condition was still unstable and they should wait and see.

Fu Yang's face darkened. "You like Fu Qingxiao?"

Xue Ci her a look that said, "How could you think that?"

Fu Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you still angry with me?"

Xue Ci was a little annoyed. "Since you know I'll get angry, don't keep provoking me."

"I understand." Fu Yang's voice was muffled, his tone subservient. He felt that the debts of his arrogance over the past twenty years were now being repaid to Xue Ci.

He's now so lowly, he's not even as good as a dog, and Xue Ci doesn't care about him at all.

But saying more sarcastic things wouldn't help. Fu Yang processed his emotions on his own, comforting himself that Xue Ci was just putting on an act and would soon have nothing to do with this old man anymore.

He stared at Xue Ci's face. "If I say another word like that, slap me."

"..."

More than one man has said this to him.

Being slapped is a blow to one's self-esteem, and Xue Ci would never hit someone unless he was extremely angry. He looked at Fu Yang strangely, while the other was still staring intently at his mouth, as if he were mesmerized.

"Don't look at me..." Xue Ci reminded him awkwardly.

Fu Yang withdrew his gaze and said in a hoarse voice, "I haven't seen you in a long time. When I was on my business trip, I saw Fu Qingxiao calling and texting you every day."

After saying that, he suppressed his jealousy and took out a transparent box from somewhere. Inside was a very small, exquisitely crafted model motorcycle.

"Gift."

I spent a long time choosing.

I've been thinking about you so much these past few days that I haven't been able to sleep.

Fearing Xue Ci it, Fu Yang stuffed it into her hand, and before she could react, asked, "Will you reply to my messages in the future?"

"You can't refuse a bribe..." Besides, Fu Yang's tone was very sincere, so Xue Ci couldn't keep up the pretense. "Don't send too many, I can't reply to them all."

Fu Yang's face finally regained its usual expression.

Hearing someone come downstairs, he leaned close to Xue Ci's ear and said, "Don't sleep in the same room as Fu Qingxiao tonight."

Xue Ci in confusion.

"Old men aren't in good health, so they like to try new things."

"..."

Xue Ci felt a tickle on her ear from his hot breath and reached out to rub it.

After Fu Qingxiao came downstairs, he saw that Fu Yang had not left yet, so he politely asked him to leave. Fu Yang did not say anything, grabbed his coat and went out.

It was getting late, Xue Ci prepared to wash up and rest.

His toiletries were separate from Fu Qingxiao's, and he would always take them back to his room.

After she finished washing up, she happened to run into the man coming out of the study.

"Xiao Ci."

Fu Qingxiao glanced at his hands. "What are those?"

Xue Ci her head and told the other person about each item one by one, "Shampoo, shower gel, moisturizer, and lip balm."

Fu Qingxiao's eyelids twitched slightly. He walked over and took the small pink item from Xue Ci's hand. "Is this lipstick?"

Xue Ci honestly.

He hardly uses any skincare products, but the heating in winter is too dry, and his lips easily become chapped.

Fu Qingxiao leaned down, staring at Xue Ci's lips. "Have you applied it yet?"

"Hmm." Seeing that Fu Qingxiao was very interested, Xue Ci asked, "Do you want to use it?"

After a moment, Fu Qingxiao hummed in agreement, but remained motionless.

Xue Ci raised her eyes in confusion. The movement of lifting her face made the corners of her eyes upturn, but the rounded corners of her eyes neutralized this beauty.

More than anything, she possesses an innocent and endearing quality.

Once Xue Ci saw where the man's gaze was fixed, she immediately understood what he meant.

--I wanted to apply lipstick to his lips.

Fu Qingxiao looks refined, but he exudes a strong sense of pressure, especially up close. Without his glasses, his eyes become sharp, like those of an eagle.

Xue Ci was like a small animal being targeted, helpless and still grazing blankly.

He awkwardly looked away. "... I'm a little sleepy."

I don't want to be kissed anymore.

His voice was pitiful; he knew how to feign weakness.

It's as if he knows that because he's like this, no one can do anything about him.

Having already kissed once, Fu Qingxiao didn't insist further. He took the toiletries from Xue Ci's hand. "Just put them in the bathroom, we'll use them every day anyway."

He knew that Xue Ci clearly didn't consider this place her home yet, and besides, he had just checked and there were no of Xue Ci's belongings in his bedroom.

"Xiao Ci," he couldn't help but invite, "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

Xue Ci, remembering Fu Yang's words inappropriately, said tactfully, "I'm a very restless sleeper, I might disturb you."

Fu Qingxiao said considerately, "It's okay, I'll hold you while you sleep."

"...?"

Xue Ci was even more frightened.

Her calves trembled with weakness; she bit her lip, trying desperately to think of a way to refuse him.

"I..." he trailed off, as if remembering something, "It's best not to sleep in the same bed before we get married."

Such a conservative approach easily arouses a man's possessiveness.

Fu Qingxiao's breathing became erratic: "That—"

He had barely uttered a single syllable when he heard his alternate personality inside his body calling him a "coward" and "useless trash."

Fu Qingxiao frowned: [If he doesn't want to, I can't force him.]

Alternate Personality: [Don't you want to sleep with him at night?]

Fu Qingxiao paused, his voice dry, unable to utter a rebuttal.

Fu Qingxiao's obvious hesitation gave Fu Qingxiao an opportunity: [My turn.]

Fu Qingxiao uttered only one word and then fell silent. Xue Ci looked at him in confusion. The corridor was dimly lit, and half of Fu Qingxiao's face was hidden in darkness.

The man, who was already difficult to understand, became even more so now.

However, Xue Ci still saw the other party's pupils suddenly contract, which was frightening. He subconsciously stepped back, but was pulled back the next second and almost bumped into a hard chest.

"Xiao Ci." Xue Ci heard Fu Qingxiao call him in a low voice, and he wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the tone was a little more casual.

You promised me that.

"...?"

Wh-what?

Xue Ci's eyes widened. Before he could think, his wrist was quickly seized by the man, whose warm fingertips rubbed back and forth against the soft flesh of his hand.

Fu Qingxiao held that tiny bit of soft flesh in his hand and played with it back and forth.

A maniacal glint appeared in his eyes, and his back trembled with excitement.

Xue Ci still like a helpless kitten.

Her innocent face was blank; she tilted her head and asked, "Hmm?"

Fu Qingxiao couldn't help but swallow hard, his voice low and hoarse as he tried to mimic Fu Qingxiao's tone. "Have you forgotten? Last time we argued, after I made you feel better, you said you wanted to move in with me and sleep in the same bed."

Did I... say that?

If memories are disordered, can a non-existent memory be added on its own?

Xue Ci's stunned expression easily aroused Fu Qingxiao's desire. He was no longer satisfied with just persuading her; he wanted to say something to provoke her and see the shame and embarrassment on her face.

"Baby," he called hoarsely, "You even said you'd stick your back out and let me eat there."

Wh-what?

How did this extra memory come about?

Xue Ci's face was burning hot, and she stammered, "I... I don't think I remember clearly."

He had barely finished speaking when he saw Fu Qingxiao's disappointed expression, "It's okay if my wife doesn't remember."

"Anyway, only I want to be intimate with my wife."

"I've been away on business for so many days, and you've never contacted me first, nor have you asked who I'm with. My assistant gets checked up on by his wife every day."

Fu Qingxiao, such a tall and strong man, had a hint of grievance in his voice.

Xue Ci was so aggrieved that he believed it to be true, as if there really was such a memory, where he promised the man to sleep in the same bed, and then lay on the bed... forcing the man to do those things for him.

It's as if she really went back on her word and became a wife who disliked her husband.

What should we do?

Fu Qingxiao was still calling him "wife" and "baby" in his ear, a typical example of a henpecked husband.

Ultimately, this tug-of-war ended with Xue Ci's compromise.

Fu Qingxiao looked pleased, Xue Ci even heard a soft whistle.

It must be an illusion.

I was probably too tired.

Since she had already agreed to share a bed, Xue Ci didn't hesitate any longer and went straight to Fu Qingxiao's room.

The master bedroom bed was very large, and when Xue Ci climbed up, she only occupied a small corner, and the quilt was only used on one corner as well.

Fu Qingxiao did not go to bed immediately, but went to the guest room and pushed Xue Ci's suitcase over.

Xue Ci stayed in the villa for several days without taking anything out of the box, clearly treating it only as a temporary residence.

The man emptied the suitcase, then hugged Xue Ci contentedly.

Adhering to the principle of fairness, Fu Qingxiao switched back with his alternate personality in the middle of the night.

Fu Qingxiao felt the softness in his arms, like holding a kitten. A possessive feeling spread throughout his body. He pressed his neck tightly against Xue Ci's fair nape and buried his face in it.

Xue Ci did not sleep well that night, as if she were being haunted by some monster.

My legs and feet felt sore and weak when I woke up.

After washing up and coming downstairs, the housekeeper had already prepared breakfast. "This was specially made for you by Mr. Fu. He's recently bought quite a few books on nutrition."

Xue Ci paused for a moment, then said, "... Thank you."

The housekeeper couldn't help but chuckle, "You can send a message to Mr. Fu to express your gratitude."

"..." Xue Ci blushed with embarrassment and took out her phone to send a message to Fu Qingxiao.

He didn't check his phone after waking up, only to see that Fu Yang had sent him a message that morning.

Are you awake?

Are you attending Fu Zhouxuan's birthday party? Do you want me to go with you to try on clothes?

Perhaps fearing that Xue Ci wouldn't reply, Fu Yang specifically brought up topics that Xue Ci was interested in.

Xue Ci declined, saying, "I have something to do, so I won't go."

He put down his phone, ate breakfast, took a walk in the garden, and then spent the whole day making cakes.

Unfortunately, Xue Ci didn't seem to have the talent for this, and the taste of her cooking was rather disappointing.

At 8 PM, Fu Qingxiao called to say he had a meeting and wouldn't be back until later that night.

Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves immediately relaxing. He didn't wait for Fu Qingxiao and quickly crawled into bed to sleep.

Xue Ci was awakened by a kiss.

At first, he only felt a tingling itch, but later the other person kissed him harder and harder, pinching his cheeks, making it hard for him to swallow.

It flowed out from between his lips, only to be licked away by the man.

It's not true that you can kiss as you get older.

Fu Qingxiao had absolutely no skill; all he knew was to lick his mouth and pull his tongue. After sucking, he would suck hard, leaving his lips covered in sticky saliva.

Xue Ci couldn't tell what kind of water it was, and simply swallowed it.

Her small Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He heard the man's breathing become erratic and heavy.

With difficulty, Xue Ci opened her eyes and realized that she was being held on the man's lap, facing him.

This ambiguous posture gave him a bad feeling; his instep tensed, and his toes curled up uncontrollably.

"Baby."

Xue Ci was still dazed. After being called, she obediently leaned her face closer, but the words that reached her ears the next moment immediately sobered her up.

"No, no..."

His eyelashes trembled violently as he refused the man's unreasonable request.

"Wife."

Are you tired of me? You used to let me touch you there.

Xue Ci's round, dull eyes widened slightly, her brain clearly not yet processing what was happening.

"Don't bully him at a time like this!" Fu Qingxiao shouted angrily. "Go back!"

The dominant personality's consciousness was always stronger than the alternate personality's, so Fu Qingxiao was forced to hide it inside her body.

The moment Fu Qingxiao took over the body, his breath hitched.

His palms were incredibly soft, like cotton candy, and would melt if you squeezed them even slightly.

So soft.

His fingers unconsciously increased their pressure, kneading and deforming the soft area below his lower back.

It was so soft and sticky that it almost dripped through my fingers.

Fu Qingxiao twitched his forehead forcefully, and several veins bulged on his arm instantly, his eyes gradually filling with aggression.

But then, Xue Ci took the initiative and lightly kissed the corner of his lips.

He pleaded softly in a pitiful voice.

"Just a kiss on the lips, is that okay?"

Fu Qingxiao felt like his throat was on fire.

A filthy desire stirred within him, sending a tingling sensation down his spine.

He tried to suppress it, but all he could see was Xue Ci's face, which was dazed from being kissed, and her swollen lips.

not enough.

That's not enough.

He... only touched it a little.

*

Around midnight, Fu Zhouxuan was driven to Fu Qingxiao's villa.

He messaged Xue Ci at nine o'clock, but she didn't reply.

I called at 10 o'clock, but no one answered.

Fu Zhouxuan guessed that Xue Ci might be asleep, but he was still worried, so he took a car over in the middle of the night to check if Xue Ci was safe at home.

The living room lights were on, and there was no one there; the only sound was the ticking of the wall clock.

Fu Zhouxuan quietly went upstairs.

The corridor lights were off, except for one room where a light shone through the open door.

That was Fu Qingxiao's bedroom. Fu Zhouxuan was about to avoid it and go directly to knock on Xue Ci's guest room.

Then they heard a soft whimper coming from inside.

It sounded like crying, but it was like being hooked, scratching at the heart.

After a moment, Fu Zhouxuan seemed to realize what the sound was, and his body suddenly froze.

He should have turned and left, but he remained frozen in place, unable to move.

The next second.

It was Fu Qingxiao's low, husky voice, filled with desire.

"Baby, you sprayed so much."

Author's Note:

Waaaaah, my wife is so sensitive, waaaaah! [Poor me][Poor me][Poor me]