Spoiled Sparrow

Ruan Qing stared at him with wide eyes, her gaze saying: What else?

Fu Chen sighed deeply, closed his eyes, and squeezed out a voice from his throat: "Ruan Qing, I really don't know what's going on in your head."

The more silent she became, the more puzzled Fu Chen became.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, unable to fathom this woman. He questioned, "What, do you think I, Fu Chen, have too much money to burn? Or am I just too bored to need you by my side for five years? Ruan Qing, can't you use your brain for once? Do I need a pet like you?"

Ruan Qing: "..."

She gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Fu Chen grew anxious and grabbed her hand: "Say something!!"

Ruan Qing flung his hand away, slamming the back of her hand heavily onto the bedside table. Before he could even feel the pain, Ruan Qing grabbed his neck.

He had never seen her look at him like he was looking at a plaything before.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

She lowered her voice, venting her pent-up resentment over the years: "You say you don't treat me like a pet? You're too presumptuous."

"You let your friends say I'm a slut in a cage, and that you had a fake marriage with Zhao Xiyao for your own selfish desires and the company's development. So what if it's a fake marriage? In my eyes, it's real because you've kept it from me from the beginning. You've never cared about my feelings because I'm insignificant."

"Fu Chen, ask yourself, do you really love me? Your love is about surveillance, restraint, and imprisonment. Is that how you treat a person with a complete personality?"

"What else do you consider me if not a pet?"

Her voice trembled, yet it was so powerful.

Fu Chen looked into her eyes and firmly uttered two words.

"spouse."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand gripping her neck immediately lost its strength.

Ruan Qing sneered, her eyes full of disbelief: "Knowing that I long for family, you still won't let me see my biological parents. You're too selfish."

Fu Chen composed himself, rested his chin on his hand, and whispered, "No one in this world loves you more than I do."

Ruan Qing rolled her eyes at him openly, "If I were as confident as you—"

Before she could finish speaking, his warm, wet lips sealed her mouth.

She struggled, emitting alluring whispers that fueled his burning desire.

Ignoring the needle in his hand, Fu Chen supported the back of her head with one hand and pressed down on her legs as she tried to run away with the other, keeping her firmly in his arms.

Volcanoes that have been dormant for too long always erupt violently.

Fu Chen is the same.

He tilted his head back uncontrollably, the heat consuming what little humanity he had left.

As she gasped for breath, her body stopped struggling, and he assumed she had given in as always, so his burning hand reached restlessly deeper.

Unexpectedly, the slaps came even faster than the waves.

Ruan Qing pushed him away with all her might, twisted her wrist, and said in a different tone, "Hmph, trying to use this trick again? You should check if you're capable of it now."

In the period immediately following their marriage, Ruan Qing always felt that Fu Chen's emotions were too indifferent, so she always tried to provoke him and find evidence that he cared about her.

But whenever Ruan Qing found a reason to argue, Fu Chen was unwilling to argue with her, and was even too lazy to reason with her. He would usually calm down after a beating.

Once isn't enough, then twice; twice isn't enough, then all night.

In short, after being fed, she had no energy left to make a fuss.

Therefore, from then on, Ruan Qing saw the true nature of their relationship.

She wasn't the kind of person for whom Fu Chen would spend time with her, prepare surprises, or sweet-talk her.

This is not the kind of love she wants.

Fu Chen spat out the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was no sign of life in his eyes; he even seemed to be savoring the memory.

The little fox is looking more and more like him; no wonder he raised it.

"Don't you know whether I'm capable or not?"

Ruan Qing sat on the sofa, with her hands behind her back and her legs crossed.

He let out a mocking "Tch."

In his current state, let alone whether he can manage or not, he can't even stand up.

Three minutes later, Ruan Qing was still sitting there arrogantly, her provocative gaze never leaving him.

Fu Chen, unable to contain his heat, finally spoke: "Go back."

Ruan Qing laughed out loud: "President Fu, you don't want me to feed you anymore? You don't want me to stay with you anymore? How can that be? What if you starve to death? Will the judge sentence me for failing to save you? No, no, I must stay here and watch over you."

Three invisible black lines floated above Fu Chen's head.

Her eyes were fixed on Fu Chen's barely suppressed reaction, certain that he was feeling restless and agitated, but there was nothing she could do; she couldn't very well do it in front of him...

Fu Chen took a deep, shallow breath, his voice becoming uncontrollably hoarse: "I'm giving you one last chance. Are you leaving or not?"

"I... won't... leave." She tilted her head, pouted smugly, and provocatively said each word.

It's so satisfying to look down on people from a high position.

She wanted to see Fu Chen unable to control his emotions but unable to do anything about it.

next second.

Fu Chen, his fingers bleeding from cuts, grabbed the corner of the blanket and pulled it open, exposing it to Ruan Qing in a completely naked manner.

"ah--!"

Ruan Qing instinctively covered her eyes, never expecting Fu Chen to be so shameless.

"Are you crazy?!"

After she finished yelling, she realized something: No, why was she covering her face? She wasn't the one who should be ashamed.

Besides, it's not like we haven't used this before.

It's been a while since we last met, so it feels a bit unfamiliar.

"Cover it up."

Ruan Qing pointed at him: "Did you hear me?"

The man on the bed, as if he had no ears, started his crafty work on his own.

She couldn't take it anymore, stomped her foot, and cursed, "Fine, you win, I'm leaving!"

As she rushed out of the room, her burning face grew increasingly red, as red as if it were on fire.

Stepping into the elevator, my heart was beating even faster and more violently than before.

calm.

She warned herself that she couldn't fall for the honey trap.

Back in her room, she lay down on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

When I close my eyes, I see the scenes from the past; when I open my eyes, I see the scenes from just now.

Perhaps because the blanket was too tight, his body became even hotter.

She opened a novel she had treasured for many years to distract herself, but the more she read, the more excited she became, laughing so hard she twisted into a "maggot" on the bed.

Half an hour later, she exited the novel docx file that couldn't display the name and opened a certain website instead.

I made up my mind.

Never mind, having fun is the most important thing, just do it!

The pressure was too much, so this is a good way to vent.

Soon, she dragged her tired body to the bathroom, stretched out her aching hand to turn on the showerhead, and took a hot shower.

The humid heat in the bathroom made her even sleepier than usual. She quickly dried herself off and fell asleep immediately.

She had just lain down when her phone started vibrating repeatedly. She glanced at it with squinted eyes and then turned off the screen.

Little fox, do you miss your brother?

【Um? 】