Spoiled Sparrow

Ruan Qing knew who he was talking about, but she didn't go along with his emotions to refute him.

"Isn't my body and heart with you?" she softened her voice, mimicking his usual teasing, rising intonation at the end. "Hmm?"

"You'd better be."

He pulled the person into his arms: "Why won't you let me see?"

He lifted Ruan Qing's chin, his voice alluring yet unaware of its own.

When Ruan Qing first heard this, she thought there was something else behind his words. But after a couple of seconds, she realized that his hand was still there and he was asking why she wouldn't let him see what she looked like in a wedding dress.

You didn't look when I showed it to you, but now this opportunity is gone forever.

This was her true thought, but she said it in a completely different way.

"Isn't this a birthday present? Then you can wear it on your birthday, there's no rush."

Fu Chen's expression froze instantly: "A birthday present? Who said that?"

"My birthday is coming up soon, anyone who isn't an idiot knows that, right?"

Ruan Qing tilted her head: "I'm very smart, okay?"

"Fool."

Fu Chen chuckled and uttered two words, his breathy tone concealing his meaning. Ruan Qing didn't hear them clearly, but she could still sense a sense of disdain from his expression. His signature expression was quite striking.

Ruan Qing's soft buttocks sat on his lap, and the surging energy of the young man silently bred desire.

In the fleeting moment when their eyes met unintentionally, his lips pressed tightly against mine, followed by a muffled groan of pain and then an uncontrollable gasp.

"Beep beep... Beep..."

Ruan Qing pursed her lips and took his phone from his lap: "Phone."

The man who was interrupted held his breath, his eyes showing a hint of displeasure.

"Hang up." His commanding tone was as cold as ice.

Ruan Qing snorted coldly, turned her head, and glared at him uncontrollably.

He uttered the words slowly and deliberately: "She is your fiancée."

Fu Chen then turned his gaze to his phone, where three large characters were displayed: Zhao Xiyao.

Without hesitation, he hung up the phone in front of Ruan Qing.

He pressed her head down and whispered, "Continue."

"I don't."

Ruan Qing's attitude suddenly hardened; she placed her hands on her chest and forcefully turned her head.

Fu Chen frowned: "I said, continue."

"I said, I refuse."

Ruan Qing mimicked his attitude, showing no less assertiveness.

During the stalemate, the call that had been hung up rang again.

Ruan Qing snatched his phone and swiped it to answer the call for him.

A female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Chen, about what I told you last time—"

Fu Chen immediately pressed the mute button.

He picked up his phone and quickly left the bedroom. As Ruan Qing watched his departing figure, a barely perceptible pang in her heart shattered the illusion she had constructed.

Although they weren't together every day over the years, during the time she was around, no other woman appeared on Fu Chen's phone.

People are products of time; they change.

She sat on the bed, hugging her knees with both hands.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Fu Chen and Zhao Xiyao talking on the phone behind the door.

She closed her eyes, imagining the conversation between Fu Chen and Zhao Xiyao.

"So annoying, so annoying."

Ruan Qing hugged the blanket tightly to cover her eyes, but opened them inside the blanket.

Now he could no longer see, but his hearing became unusually sensitive.

"I can't hear you, I can't hear you, I can't hear you..."

The next second, a person crouched behind the door.

"What are they saying? I can't understand a word."

She pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear what Fu Chen was saying.

His entire upper body was almost pressed against the door.

Soon, the sound of a mechanical knob turning clearly reached my ears.

By the time she understood what it was, it was too late to retreat.

The door supporting her body suddenly opened from the inside, and she threw herself and the pillow into Fu Chen's arms.

"So impatient?"

Ruan Qing gripped her two muscular bulges with both hands, leaning her weight onto Fu Chen's chest, her teeth hitting the hard abs, a very strange movement.

"My foot slipped." She was extremely guilty, making eight hundred feints per second.

Ruan Qing quickly stood up, then nimbly squatted down, grabbing a pillow to shield her chest.

"cunning?"

Fu Chen raised an eyebrow: "You're quite self-aware."

"cut."

Ruan Qing sat back on the bed, pretending that nothing had happened.

Fu Chen quickly answered another phone call and went out, locking the door behind him.

She stood by the window, peering through the crack to make sure he drove away, and finally felt relieved enough to curl up under the covers and look at her phone.

*

Yantu Technology.

"Mr. He, everything has been arranged as you said."

He Xunan put down his phone: "Understood."

With the wedding date approaching, He Xunnan's desire to take Ruan Qing away grew stronger.

He was constantly watching that text message, eagerly awaiting her reply.

Han Feng, noticing He Xun Nan's absent-mindedness, reminded him, "Mr. He, it's Mrs. Pei on the phone."

The phone on the table vibrated urgently. He Xunnan snapped out of his reverie, waved for his assistant to leave, picked up the phone, and answered the call.

"mom."

His voice softened, and he slowed down completely.

Pei Yu, on the other end of the international call, smiled and put the phone to Youyou's ear: "Youyou, it's Daddy on the phone."

The little dumpling across from me asked sweetly, "Daddy, when are you coming back? Youyou misses Daddy and Mommy~"

He Xunnan: "When you wake up, Daddy will bring Mommy back together, okay?"

This coaxing tone is unique to Youyou.

Youyou nodded: "Okay! I'll wait for Daddy and Mommy~"

After receiving a positive answer, the little dumpling turned around and started playing with building blocks, while the phone was handed back to Pei Yu.

After Youyou got home, she kept saying "Mom". He Xunnan also mentioned it on the phone, so it seems that there really is such a person.

Pei Yu asked curiously, "Is the 'mom' Youyou mentioned your girlfriend?"

He Xunnan paused for two seconds: "No, it's my younger sister."

After a few seconds of silence on the other end, Hezhou snatched the phone and asked excitedly, "You found Nannan?"

"Um."

The middle-aged man on the other end of the line suddenly became incoherent: "Xun Nan, why didn't you tell me something so important? Where is she? I'm coming to take her home."

He Xunnan: "Dad, we hadn't confirmed it yet, and I didn't want you to get your hopes up for nothing again."

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring her back to see you."

"Okay, okay." He Zhou smiled, but his expression was somewhat stiff. "It's good that you found it, it's good that you found it..."

He hung up the phone, lost in He Xunnan's words. This time, he had truly found it.

He Zhou squatted down in front of Youyou and helped her build the last block.

Then he scooped Youyou up and placed her on the sofa, taking out his newly bought toys to amuse her: "Youyou, tell Grandpa, how was your two-month trip?"

Youyou stared at the toy in Hezhou's hand, her eyes shining.

She happily shared with her grandfather the interesting things that had happened in the past two months, including finding her "mom".

She vividly described the many things she and her mother did together.

At the end, she held up her phone watch.

"Grandpa, look, this is a picture of Youyou and Mommy, isn't it beautiful?"

The smile on Hezhou's face froze instantly.

He turned to look at Pei Yu, then back at the almost identical face in the photo, and his breath caught in his throat.