Wen Baozhu took a shower. The hot water made her body even more exhausted and sleepy. She fell asleep right after blow - drying her hair.
In a hazy dream, she vaguely felt the other side of the big bed sink.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of familiar big hands wrapped around her waist. In a hugging position from behind, he pulled her into his arms.
The warm body temperature of the man penetrated through her pajamas and reached the skin on her back.
Fu Lian rested his chin on her shoulder. His lips were close to her earlobe, and his voice was low and hoarse. "You ungrateful little thing. Why do you go to sleep by yourself without waiting for me to come back?"
Wen Baozhu was drowsy. She couldn't open her eyes. "… I thought you wouldn't come back tonight, Mr. Fu."
"If I don't come back, where else should I go?"
"Today you got engaged to Miss Fang. I thought you'd go back with her and spend the night."
This remark was logical in the current situation. Coupled with the fact that she hadn't fully woken up from her dream, it was completely instinctive.
However, the man behind her suddenly faded his smile.
He removed his hand from Wen Baozhu's body, got up, and turned on the bedside lamp.
"Wen Baozhu, sober up before answering me."
In the lamplight, Fu Lian stared at the woman on the bed rubbing her eyes. "Have you no conscience at all? I thought Baozhu would be unhappy today, so I came back to accompany you. But you're sound asleep, pushing me to another woman?"
Wen Baozhu propped herself up on her arms, turned to look at the man's face, and asked puzzledly, "Isn't it true that you're going to get engaged to Miss Fang? You two are meant to be a couple."
To be fair, she thought there was nothing wrong with her words.
However, Fu Lian's face grew colder. He sneered with a tug of his lips. "Do you think I have some hobby of sleeping with two women at the same time?"
Wen Baozhu thought his anger came out of nowhere.
Not to mention that he was the one who insisted on fulfilling this engagement in the first place; his so - called "sleeping with two women at the same time" was simply impossible.
She was pregnant now. How could he have such intimacy with her?
Based on her judgment of Fu Lian, this man had a strong need in this regard.
Wen Baozhu never thought that Fu Lian would remain chaste for her until she gave birth smoothly.
She believed that he wouldn't endure for months and would never wrong himself.
Fang Yuan was his fiancée. It was reasonable, legal, and compliant for them to have a more intimate relationship.
Even Wen Baozhu could accept it. What was he so averse to?
She frowned tightly and really wanted to ask him, "What on earth are you crazy about?"
Fu Lian said expressionlessly, "Did you just go in one ear and out the other when I said those things before?"
Wen Baozhu was still drowsy. It took her a long time to say, "I remember. You got engaged to cover up your tracks and make people relax their vigilance, Mr. Fu."
Fu Lian's eyebrows relaxed a bit. "That doesn't include sleeping with other women. Do you understand, Wen Baozhu?"
Wen Baozhu blinked.
She had a pair of innocent and clear eyes. People always lost the ability to scold or criticize the moment they met her gaze.
Maybe she was a natural enchantress, specifically bewitching him.
Fu Lian sighed and hugged her sitting in his arms again. "My marriage with Fang Yuan is just for show. I won't sleep with her, let alone spend the night with her."
"I just want to come back and hold Baozhu. Only Baozhu can make me sleep soundly."
In these two short sentences, there was not a single word of "love" or "like", but they made Wen Baozhu's heart race. She almost lost her breathing rhythm.
She was sure again that Fu Lian was definitely a master in the field of love.
Wen Baozhu wasn't very experienced. She was just an ordinary woman who would have a racing heart for these non - lovey - dovey words.
He said he wouldn't sleep with other women.
He said only Baozhu could make him sleep soundly.
The corners of her lips couldn't help but rise, and the man quickly noticed this and couldn't help laughing. "Be more honest, Baozhu. This way, I'll love you more."
There was a joking element in his words, but he still said the word "love".
The impact from just now hadn't been fully digested, and a new shock came.
The words "love you more" almost shattered all of Wen Baozhu's rationality.
She looked into his deep pupils and almost wanted to ask.
What was love to Mr. Fu? How was "love you more" defined? If there was no love, where did the "more" come from?
But how could Fu Lian ever have "love" for her?
Her mind was in a mess. She couldn't sort it out for a moment. She could only quietly lean in the man's arms, listening to his steady and regular heartbeat.
In the regular intermittent heartbeat, Wen Baozhu's emotions calmed down.
His heartbeat was too normal.
When one loved someone, their heart would race.
Thinking of this, Wen Baozhu felt a bit annoyed because she clearly knew that her own heart had been racing for a long time.
Would he notice?
He probably would.
Wen Baozhu let out a long breath, knowing that she would never be a match for Fu Lian.
She raised her head, her eyes still pure. "I'm so happy to hear you say you love me, Mr. Fu."
She knew what he liked to hear.
She had to belong to him, rely on him, and love him to the point of having no sense of security.
"It's my fault. I was being paranoid and misunderstood you, Mr. Fu. I thought you'd neglect me because I'm pregnant."
She bit her lip. "I won't think like this next time. I know you have me in your heart, Mr. Fu."
"Just because I said I love you?"
"Yeah." Wen Baozhu was a bit tired from acting. She buried her head in his arms, and her voice was muffled. "I'm so sleepy, Mr. Fu."
Fu Lian smiled, and his chest trembled. "If I'd known you liked to hear this, I should have said it more often."
Finally, he managed to coax the big shot well. He raised his arm and turned off the bedside lamp.
The room was plunged into darkness.
Just when Wen Baozhu thought the night was over, the man's voice rang out again. "Baozhu, I didn't get a chance to ask you - "
"Who sent you back tonight?"
It was like a just - relaxed string being tightened again, like a sudden sprain when one didn't stand steady at the end of a play, like a teacher calling a student's name after the bell had already rung for the end of class.
Wen Baozhu's hair stood on end in the darkness.
She held her breath, trying to make her voice sound as calm as usual.
"I called the driver to pick me up." After she finished speaking, she added, "You were so busy at the engagement banquet, Mr. Fu. I didn't want to bother you."
The man didn't say a word for a while.
It was only after a minute that he spoke again. "Sorry, Baozhu. It was my oversight."
He seemed to be really self - reflecting. "Next time, I'll definitely arrange a driver for you in advance."
Wen Baozhu quietly let out a sigh of relief.
She finally passed the last hurdle. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
When the breathing of the woman beside him gradually became even and Wen Baozhu fell into a deep sleep, she had no idea that someone opened his eyes.
By the light shining in from the street lamp, he silently stared at her sleeping face.
In the darkness, someone sneered.
How could there be someone who would never learn?
How could there be someone who would never be grateful?