Chapter 64: Roses and Regrets
During the Spring Festival, Xiang Yang receives an invitation.
Fu Guanxian delivers it to her. “Lian Rui and Hou Xingrou's wedding.”
Xiang Yang is astonished. She asks in disbelief, “Fu Guanxian, are you kidding me? When did Xingrou get together with Lian Rui?”
“Four months ago, I think.” Fu Guanxian thinks for a moment and replies.
Fu Guanxian sits down next to her. Xiang Yang carefully looks at the invitation. It really is Lian Rui and Hou Xingrou. She complains, “Xingrou is so disloyal! She didn't even give me a heads up about something this big.”
After graduation, she's been in the entertainment industry. Hou Xingrou works elsewhere. They rarely meet, but they do contact each other occasionally.
She knows that Hou Xingrou was also pretty close to Lian Rui in high school. She didn't expect them to get together, let alone get married so quickly.
Xiang Yang thinks about the word “flash marriage”. She immediately worries, “They're getting married so quickly. Is Xingrou pregnant?”
“No.” Fu Guanxian is certain.
Xiang Yang raises an eyebrow. “You know this too?”
Fu Guanxian smiles and holds her in his arms. “Lian Rui is afraid that his child will start using chopsticks later than our child. That's why he's so eager to get married.”
Xiang Yang looks astonished.
What does that have to do with anything? But the next second… “Let go!” Xiang Yang realizes she doesn't know when he pulled her into his arms.
Fu Guanxian doesn't let go. Instead, he pushes her down on the sofa and leans over, blocking all the words Xiang Yang wants to say.
Xiang Yang reaches out to scratch him. He lifts her hand over her head and presses it down firmly.
She struggles. Fu Guanxian kisses her more forcefully. She raises her foot to kick him, but he easily suppresses it with his long legs.
From every angle, she's like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
“Fu… ugh…”
When the long kiss ends, Xiang Yang is panting.
Fu Guanxian is on top of her. He doesn't get up. His breathing is still uneven.
She doesn't dare to breathe deeply, afraid that their bodies, already pressed together, will become even more intimate because of their chests rising and falling.
Fu Guanxian holds back, then slightly raises his head. He sees her sparkling eyes glaring at him. He's moved. He grabs her chin and kisses her again. His left hand starts to act up. It reaches for her collar.
He's just come back from outside. Even though the palm of his hand is warm, when it touches her warm skin, Xiang Yang still shivers. She unconsciously arches her body.
The place where her knee accidentally bumped…
Xiang Yang hears him groan. She understands and her face turns crimson.
Fu Guanxian bites her lower lip slightly, saying in a hoarse voice, “I'm going to be tortured to death by you sooner or later.”
Xiang Yang is embarrassed. Whose fault is that! They were sitting there talking nicely, but he had to jump on top of her.
“Fu Guanxian, get up!”
The person on top of her doesn't move.
“Fu Guanxian!”
He says out of the blue, “I want to get married.”
If we get married, I can do whatever I want.
"…" Xiang Yang's brain short-circuits for a moment. She takes advantage of his lack of preparation. She pushes him away and sits up straight. Her tone is unpleasant. “If you want to get married, go ahead. Who's stopping you?”
Fu Guanxian smiles and strokes her slightly messy hair. “Marry you.”
"…" “Who wants to marry you! Fu Guanxian, we're nothing.”
“If, according to you, hugging and kissing aren't considered a relationship, doesn't it have to be sleeping together before it counts?”
Xiang Yang didn't expect him to be so blunt. She's stunned for a moment. Her face looks a bit unsightly. “We're not dating. Fu Guanxian, please don't say those things to me without holding back.”
Fu Guanxian looks at her without saying a word. He feels like his insides are hurting badly. He's so sincere and attentive to her, but she's still so coldhearted!
“Hmph! An ungrateful wretch!”
Fu Guanxian remembers saying this in middle school. Now, he still feels angry.
But Xiang Yang hears him say this and gets angry.
“I'm an ungrateful wretch? You're a weasel! You have no good intentions!”
“I have no good intentions? Then did Xing Zhaoyan have good intentions? Someone sells a sob story and you agree to him. But with me, you're so guarded!”
“Because he's not you.” Xiang Yang says without thinking. “Just because you bullied me so much before, you suddenly say you like me, and I'm supposed to wag my tail and fawn over you? Fu Guanxian, who do you think you are?”
“Xiang Yang, your confidence is growing. You've become so capable.”
“I'm not as capable as you!” Xiang Yang says huffily.
“Hmph.” When Fu Guanxian leaves, he only leaves this ambiguous hum.
Xiang Yang is so angry that her heart hurts.
After she calms down, she covers her face with her hands. She feels like the person who just yelled and screamed like a shrew.
That wasn't right. Why does her temper get out of control whenever she's with Fu Guanxian?
Xiang Yang reflects on it all night and ends up staying up all night.
The next morning, she goes to the company because she has something to do. Xiao Ai sees the dark circles under her eyes. She asks, “Sister Xiang Yang, did you have a fight with… Mr. Fu?”
“What would I fight with him about?”
Xiao Ai brings over a large bouquet of roses. “Yellow roses. The meaning is an apology.” She smiles at Xiang Yang. “Sister Xiang Yang, Mr. Fu knows you're coming back to the company today. He even sent the flowers here! He even wrote you a card himself!”
He's sent flowers before, and he's written cards, but those were mostly prepared by the employees at the flower shop.
This time…
Xiao Ai stuffs the flowers into her arms and says mischievously, “Sister Xiang Yang, don't be angry or sad. Look, Mr. Fu, who's so high and mighty, is taking the initiative to apologize. You two should make up quickly!” She smartly disappears.
Xiang Yang looks at the beautiful yellow roses. She can't help but smile. He's learned quite a few tricks after going abroad.
At the bottom of the front page of the card, his name is written in bold, flowing strokes.
Xiang Yang spreads out the pink card. The same bold handwriting reads, “I'm sorry. I love you.”
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