Pitiful Widower (13)

Xue Ci as soon as they were spoken.

Using reasons like finding a husband would only make Fu Chengsi look down on him even more.

He pursed his lips, his soft cheek pressed against his freshly disinfected knee.

The maid's skirt was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs, exposing her soft, smooth skin to the other person.

It seemed as if the slightest touch would cause it to ooze water, leaving behind several dark fingerprints.

Fu Chengsi looked away, forced to admit it.

This NPC is quite cunning.

If he weren't straight, he would definitely be attracted to her too, and like the other two idiots, he would be swooning over her.

Unfortunately, he was not interested in the bodies of other men, and he didn't want to see two men of the same sex engaging in intimate acts in front of him.

Fu Chengsi was a natural leader, having been in a high position for a long time, which gave him a sense of oppression and command in his gaze and aura.

It's impossible to ignore.

Xue Ci braced herself and accepted the man's gaze, her skin flushing pink.

"Give me your hand," Fu Chengsi said abruptly.

Xue Ci for a moment, and although she didn't know what the other person was doing, she obediently extended her hand.

The young servant's palms were fair and soft, his fingers slender, and even his nails were neatly trimmed and rounded.

Fu Chengsi inexplicably recalled a time he attended a banquet where a group of good-for-nothing playboys were chatting. One of them, who seemed to be pursuing someone, said something like this—

"So what if I'm a simp? If he dares to slap me, I'll lick his fingers! I'll hold his hand and lick them clean, one by one!"

Fu Chengsi immediately showed a look of disgust, finding it utterly absurd.

Now, seeing Song Xueci's hand, a strange thought arose in his mind.

Those fingers were probably more delicate than his tongue; after licking them, his whole body flushed red. He was weak and couldn't struggle free. He could only tremble his shoulders and shake his eyelashes as he did whatever he wanted.

This person is so strange.

Why are you staring at his hands?

Do you hate someone so much that you even hate their hands?

Xue Ci really couldn't understand what Fu Chengsi was thinking.

Just as she subtly withdrew her hand, she heard the man whisper, "The one that was injured."

Xue Ci was stunned.

He injured his left hand, just a small scrape near his elbow. The wound was so small that he only noticed it when he felt pain.

How could Fu Chengsi know so much about his wounds?

"It doesn't hurt?"

Seeing that Xue Ci hadn't moved for a while, Fu Chengsi frowned and pressed down on her wrist.

He looked forceful, but he didn't use much strength.

It's just a tiny scratch.

For an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't even notice it, and it would heal in no time.

But when it was Song Xueci, he found her an eyesore—perhaps it was because her face looked pampered, and her fair skin made even the smallest wound appear larger and more serious.

If you don't treat her well, she'll definitely cry again.

Delicate and spoiled.

After Fu Chengsi finished applying the medicine, his whole body tensed up, Xue Ci immediately withdrew her hand.

Afraid of him? He doesn't eat people.

Xue Ci felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

He didn't blame Fu Chengsi for falling down the ladder, but the other party seemed to have taken it as his own responsibility.

Xue Ci wanted to change her clothes because they were covered in dust, but Fu Chengsi lingered for a long time, seemingly wanting to say something more, so she felt awkward about kicking him out.

After all, he only got the four-day holiday because the other party helped him.

The room became quiet.

Xue Ci got off the chair, the soft curve of her calves rippling like water.

Fu Chengsi was dizzy from looking at it. Only after he got up did he realize that he was in Xue Ci's room.

Every item seemed to carry a faint, pleasant scent.

Fu Chengsi stepped back slightly, staring at Xue Ci's fair face, and blurted out for no apparent reason, "You went out just to find a husband?"

Xue Ci: "..."

Sure enough, they stayed there to mock him.

Xue Ci was no longer afraid of being ridiculed by Fu Chengsi, and simply said "Oh".

He drooped his eyelids, seemingly unwilling to communicate with Fu Chengsi, but Fu Chengsi appeared oblivious and continued to ask, "Can't you find a husband here?"

"..."

Xue Ci felt that if he continued asking, he might expose the fact that he had a husband before. Feeling guilty, he looked away and lied, "I can't find him..."

Fu Chengsi: "What kind of person are you looking for?"

Xue Ci hadn't expected Fu Chengsi to be so interested in this topic, and stood frozen in place.

He didn't have any criteria for choosing a husband; what came to mind were the general images of the men who had been good to him in the past.

"Tall, good-looking, rich... listen to me."

It seems to prefer being kept at home.

If someone has nothing to do all day, how clingy must they be?

Fu Chengsi narrowed his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and gave a faint smile, "Many people I know meet the conditions you mentioned."

They'll probably like you too.

Indeed, he's quite popular...

"But can you handle being someone else's wife?"

Xue Ci stared at him blankly.

The man's shirt was dusty, but his noble and arrogant demeanor remained undiminished. He crossed his arms, raised his eyelids, and slowly stared at Song Xueci's face.

For example, I'm your husband.

Wh-what...

Xue Ci looked over, puzzled, and then heard Fu Chengsi continue, "After marriage, there must be a basic married life."

If I were to carry you to the balcony window and do it from behind, would you be willing?

Song Xueci had already lowered her eyes.

He could see the young servant's eyelashes trembling, his voice shaking as he stammered, "They... they'll be seen..."

"No," Fu Chengsi replied almost immediately, "The floor-to-ceiling windows in the house don't let you in from the outside."

Perhaps startled by the phrase "try it from behind," or perhaps simply slow to react, Xue Ci forgot that this assumption was invalid; he didn't need to answer the question seriously.

Ke Xue Ci is a slow-witted idiot.

Even though she was already blushing and her whole body was flushed with pink from such words, she still decided to stick to her persona and pretend to be very tolerant of this kind of thing.

"I... I'm willing..."

Her eyelashes drooped, and her ears were flushed pink.

It seems that even when she's bullied by her husband, she can only cry and beg in a soft voice.

Fu Chengsi's eyelids twitched heavily.

moment.

I'll help you get out of here.

Xue Ci was stunned.

He hadn't expected Fu Chengsi to be so kind. "I don't have any money to give you."

"Do I look like I'm short of money?" Fu Chengsi raised his eyelids, not giving Xue Ci time to think, "Go find yourself a husband after you leave?"

Xue Ci didn't want to continue this topic, "Hmm..."

Fu Chengsi: "So where do you live?"

Reminded of this, Xue Ci actually started to consider the issue of survival.

Kittens lack life experience and are easily swayed by bad men.

"We should find a hotel to stay in first..."

"If you want to find rich people, you need to stay in luxury hotels," Fu Chengsi said, seemingly offering a well-intentioned reminder, "But even then, you might not find any."

Xue Ci pursed her lips, conflicted. "Then what should we do?"

"I know a lot of rich people."

Xue Ci: "Would you... like to introduce me to someone?"

"Since I brought you out, I'll take responsibility. I don't like to make a mess of things and then abandon the situation," Fu Chengsi said slowly. "Until then, you can stay at my place."

Xue Ci thought to herself, "I still have my husband with me."

However, she still tilted her head back.

The lamplight cast shards of light into his light-colored eyes, sparkling brightly. He raised the corners of his lips and gave Fu Chengsi a sweet smile for the first time.

"Then I'll go with you."

... What do you mean by following or not following?

Fu Chengsi's breath hitched, and for some reason, his heart pounded slowly and powerfully against his chest.

What kind of new tactic is this?

He took a deep breath. "Since you don't like Lu Min, then don't share a room with him."

Xue Ci in a dilemma. She gave a perfunctory reply but didn't say whether she agreed or not.

Fu Chengsi didn't repeat it a second time.

*

Perhaps thanks to that string of code, Joel didn't cause any trouble all day.

When Lu Min saw the injuries on Xue Ci's knees and palms, he tenderly reapplied the medicine to him, saying, "I'll help you with your work these next few days."

Xue Ci: "No need, I'm taking a few days off."

Lu Min's eyes darkened. "Are you going out? I'll go with you—"

"I want to go home, I can go by myself." Xue Ci frowned and interrupted him when she saw he was about to say something, "Aren't you going to listen to me?"

Lu Min immediately tensed up. "Of course I'll listen to you!"

But... can an obedient dog win its owner's favor?

Lu Min could feel that Xue Ci had been ignoring him lately, but he didn't seem to have any merits that could make someone stop.

What could he say?

It seems he can only obediently follow orders.

But he hadn't been close to Xue Ci for several days.

Isn't it said that succubi need men's... bodily fluids every day to "nourish" their bodies?

When Xue Ci was being cold to him, who filled her stomach?

Lu Min been in a relationship before, and he valued his first love more than anything else. However, he couldn't grasp Xue Ci's feelings, and felt lost, sad, and gloomy amidst his anxiety and uncertainty...

Negative emotions accumulate little by little like lava, but one must pretend to be magnanimous on the surface.

"Then I'll wait for you to come back. I'll tidy up the closet and change the sheets."

Xue Ci originally wanted Lu Min to go back to his room, but the other party's humble attitude of waiting for him to return made him too embarrassed to ask.

"Then... be good, I'll bring you food when I come back."

He not only couldn't chase him away, but he also had to comfort him with food.

Lu Min finally felt a little better.

Of course, he wouldn't just obediently wait at home; he knew exactly where Xue Ci.

*

Lu Min helped pack the luggage in the end. He was very good at organizing and folded the clothes neatly, placing a photo of the two of them on top.

There was only one photo studio in town. When Lu Min accompanied him to buy groceries, he said he wanted to take a group photo, so they went in and had a set taken.

In the photo, Xue Ci is dressed in a gorgeous little prince suit, and the man next to her is kissing her cheek.

Lu Min insisted on putting this one in, and no amount of persuasion could change his mind.

Xue Ci didn't waste time on such trivial matters. Seeing that it was getting light, he quickly changed into a comfortable set of casual clothes and picked up his luggage.

After seeing the person off to the carriage, Lu Min returned to his room and sickly smelled Xue Ci's discarded pajamas.

... It smells so good.

He took a deep breath and brought his nose close to his clothes.

*

Xue Ci went to the small hotel first.

After registering his name at the door, he went straight to Bill's room.

As dawn broke, the hotel was quiet, and the knocking sound carried exceptionally clearly down the corridor.

Bill arrived quickly and opened the door.

The man had messy blond hair, his eyebrows were lowered, and he exuded a very low aura.

They were clearly just woken up.

Xue Ci was expecting to be scolded, but to his surprise, Bill just glanced at him and told him to come inside in a low voice.

The attitude wasn't bad.

Perhaps she wasn't fully awake yet, Xue Ci didn't go inside, but urged, "I got four days off, we need to go home."

Are we going home?

Neither of these words quite captures their current relationship.

Bill opened his eyes slightly. "Which family are you talking about?"

Taking the opportunity, Xue Ci probed, "Do you know where my husband and I live?"

"How would I know?" Bill sneered. "You kept it a secret like it was nothing, never letting me come to you."

It's as if he is a stain on the other person's life.

Once they've climbed the social ladder, they immediately sever ties.

That's perfectly normal.

After all, how could a scoundrel like him compare to a nobleman?

It's normal that Xue Ci doesn't want to associate with him anymore, but why did she still lie to him?

She made him wait so long, and even secretly made a wedding ring herself.

Bill would never reveal these things, as if he had truly become Xue Ci's dog, whose every word could make him toss and turn, unable to eat or sleep.

They even traveled thousands of miles to find him.

It's not about looking.

He just wanted to teach Xue Ci a lesson.

What are the consequences of deceiving yourself?

She'll be fucked until she cries and drools, and she'll squirt at the slightest touch.

Bill flung the door open, his tone unreadable. "Come in first, then we'll talk."

Xue Ci was pondering where to look for her husband in the next few days.

Bill didn't know where they lived, but he must know where they frequented.

He followed Bill closely, sticking to his side, constantly asking her husband questions.

Clearly, this nobleman was Xue Ci's favorite and the one she could never forget.

Bill felt a mix of emotions—anger, disappointment, bitterness...

He masked his true feelings with his usual wicked smile, "I'm going to take off my pants and take a shower. Are you coming in to watch me shower, or do you want to come with me?"

Xue Ci then realized that he had followed Bill into the bathroom. He awkwardly stepped back outside the door. "Then I'll wait for you outside."

They looked very pitiful.

It's as if they've been bullied terribly.

Bill felt incredibly pathetic. Seeing Xue Ci's state, he uncontrollably left the bathroom, took milk and bread from the cupboard, and even turned on the TV.

After serving them, they even have to offer an explanation.

"I'll be done showering quickly. I'll leave as soon as I'm done."

Xue Ci "Oh," but didn't eat the bread beside her; she just focused on watching TV.

When television with sound first became widespread, it was in black and white.

Xue Ci's family has a similar one; it's an old antique that his parents bought when they got married.

He pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a pang of homesickness.

Bill only felt at ease when he could take good care of people.

Finally, I can take a nice, quiet shower.

As soon as I finished taking off my shirt and put my fingers inside the edge of my pants, the door was pushed open.

Xue Ci in, her face turning pale and then red.

Her lips looked like they had just been bitten, with a clear wet mark on them.

Bill's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

He looked away, his rough voice masking his sudden surge of emotion. "What is it now, ancestor?"

Xue Ci had no interest in listening to his mocking tone. She clutched at his clothes, stammering, "Outside... the TV..."

"Is the TV broken?" Just as he finished speaking, a loud voice came through the bathroom door.

Needless to say, the TV in this small hotel was showing some late-night movies.

Bill said casually, "What are you afraid of? Just do it—"

He paused, staring at Xue Ci's wet eyes.

I suddenly realized something.

Xue Ci said she had amnesia.

Therefore, I've forgotten all my memories of that aspect.

Once the thought of "Xue Ci's first man" popped into my mind, I couldn't ignore it anymore.

Bill's heart was pounding uncontrollably.

In the dimly lit bathroom, he leaned close to Xue Ci's cheek, breathing heavily onto her soft cheek.

"Would you like to try making it with me?"

What...

The sound from the television finally stopped, Xue Ci's expression relaxed a little.

He hadn't kept up with Bill's pace, and just as he was about to ask a question, he saw Bill take a small, semi-transparent object out of his pocket.

Xue Ci's expression froze, and she finally realized what was happening. "You, you..."

"That one was dirty, I bought a new one." Bill waved the item in front of the little swindler. "I bought the most expensive one, the material is very slippery."

"It won't make you swollen there."

Author's Note:

Damn it, you only bought one, and you'll still just put it in without wearing anything, making the baby's belly bigger, boohoo.