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“It’s useless that you like her; not to mention whether she likes you or not, just because she was married to Lu Jiangting. Your family definitely won’t agree.”
Fu Huayi took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “They weren’t married; it doesn’t count.”
Yi Yunshuo: …
“Okay, let’s say it doesn’t count. But, even if Lu Jiangting isn’t involved, your family won’t allow it. Haven’t you noticed that your family wants you to be with Mingmei?”
“My family wants me to. What does that have to do with me?”
Yi Yunshuo: “…”
That’s true.
“But Mingmei is really nice too; she’s so pretty, like a rose.”
“Go chase her then.”
“Ah? No, I was just saying. She’s like a rose, and I don’t like roses. You don’t like them either. Okay, okay, you like… you like…” Yi Yunshuo really thought about it carefully, and an image formed in his mind.
“I know, you like sweet peas, blue ones, covered in morning dew, like a mountain sprite.”
Fu Huayi: …
That description fits Lin Yuyao perfectly.
“But sweet peas aren’t impressive enough; who would give someone sweet peas? Everyone uses roses.”
Fu Huayi twitched his mouth and said coldly, “You’re right, so I’m giving you the rose, you’re welcome.”
Yi Yunshuo: “…”
Fu Huayi came out wearing loose shorts and a towel in his hand, walking towards the bed and vigorously wiping himself.
After half-drying himself, he threw the towel aside and lay on the bed.
This was a double room; he lived with Yi Yunshuo.
Lu Jiangting lived next door; he told his roommate that he would move out once he applied for his family to join the military.
Fu Huayi overheard him say this, and he felt annoyed.
He was dreaming; Yaoyao wouldn’t leave with him, definitely not. He dreamt of her again that night. Fu Huayi was internally conflicted. He felt it was wrong; he should resist.
Even though it was difficult, he tried desperately to push her away.
“Don’t… don’t do this…”
Hmm?
Yi Yunshuo was half asleep when he heard some strange sounds.
He woke up and realized the sounds were coming from Fu Huayi next door.
Yi Yunshuo carefully lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
Without putting on his shoes, he tiptoed to Fu Huayi’s side.
Getting closer, he heard his mumbling.
“Yaoyao…”
Yaoyao?
Which Yaoyao?
Lin Yuyao’s Yaoyao.
“Wow…”
Yi Yunshuo couldn’t help but make a sound.
He quickly covered his mouth.
But it was too late.
Fu Huayi woke up.
Seeing Yi Yunshuo standing by his bed, his face turned black.
He sat up suddenly and said coldly, “Why aren’t you sleeping at night? What are you doing? Why are you so close to me? Are you a pervert?”
Yi Yunshuo: “Brother, you’re good at turning the tables. You call me a pervert; I think you’re the pervert.”
He pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Fu Huayi seriously, “Brother, do you know who you were calling just now?”
Fu Huayi: …
“Yaoyao, hey, hey, explain to me, who is Yaoyao?”
Fu Huayi’s eyes narrowed, “Why should I explain to you?”
Yi Yunshuo: …
“Who am I to you?”
This…
“Does it have anything to do with you?”
Uh…
“No, it really has nothing to do with me, and you really don’t need to explain to me. But I’m concerned about you. Brother, this won’t do; you’ll get sick.”
“What kind of sickness? I’m perfectly healthy.”
“Hey, what sickness?” Yi Yunshuo sneered, “Lovesickness is a sickness, right? I think you’ve got lovesickness.”
Fu Huayi: …
He didn’t want to admit it, but he also didn’t deny it.
He lay back down, pulled the blanket over himself, and turned around, facing the wall, his back to Yi Yunshuo.
Seeing him like this, Yi Yunshuo was really worried.
He earnestly said, “This won’t do; Comrade Xiao Lin isn’t suitable for you. Not to mention anything else, you’re the only one interested, you know? You’re suffering from lovesickness here, and how she looks at you, is purer than how she looks at Lu Jiangting.”
These words were like a sharp knife piercing his heart; he didn’t want to hear him.
He angrily covered his head with the blanket.
Yi Yunshuo: …
…
Fu Huayi came to pick up Lin Yuyao on the weekend to find Old Zhou.
Lin Yuyao thought that the bookstore would be busy on weekends, so she wanted to choose a day off. But on second thought, he seemed to only have time on weekends; when she had days off, Fu Huayi didn’t, so she couldn’t trouble him to take time off again.
But she was a little puzzled.
Lin Yuyao hesitated for a long time before asking, “Uncle Zhou is also off today, right? Will we be able to find him at this time?”
“It’s fine, I know where he lives.”
Huh? Going to his house?
Is that okay?
Fu Huayi was driving and guessed the doubts in Lin Yuyao’s mind, explaining, “I’ve thought about it carefully these past few days. Let’s not connect this to work for now. You called Old Zhou and told him you didn’t want to get married, right?”
Lin Yuyao nodded, “Yes, he clearly promised me he wouldn’t submit it and said he would send it back to me the same day. But unexpectedly, the next day he contacted Lu Jiangting; I don’t know what Lu Jiangting said to him, but he went ahead and processed it.”
“Hmm, since he promised you, if he submits it anyway, it would be a major error in his work. If your marriage is deemed invalid, Old Zhou would have to acknowledge that he indeed received your call and that you told him those things. In that case, he would also face consequences; he might not be willing to testify for you.”
Lin Yuyao had considered this issue too, which was why she didn’t have high hopes.
They weren’t close, so why would he help her testify?
Once it was established, it would count as a significant work error on his part, and he would also face punishment.
That’s why she hadn’t pinned too many hopes on it.
But… she had to give it a try and ask Uncle Zhou why he went back on his word; otherwise, she wouldn’t feel at peace.
“Will he admit it if we approach him privately?” Lin Yuyao asked softly.
Fu Huayi was silent for a moment before answering, “Old Zhou is an experienced official; I don’t think he would be so careless.”
He paused, then continued, “Of course, if he did that, it must be because Lu Jiangting told him something, which is uncertain. So, I thought about it and decided not to approach him during working hours; we should first find him privately to see what’s happening.”
Lin Yuyao nodded, agreeing that this arrangement sounded good.
“Brother Fu, thank you; you really think things through well.”
Fu Huayi: “…”
He received thanks for every little thing, he could write a book.
Uncle Zhou’s house was on the other side of the city.
Although there weren’t many traffic lights at this time and the roads were less congested, it still took them nearly an hour to arrive.