Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Chapter 316: Is she not rejecting him anymore? She was trying to please him

Chapter 316: Is she not rejecting him anymore? She was trying to please him

“Sure.” Qin Shu was eying him as he spoke to her. His voice was calm, but there were remains of the tumbling flames that had been burning within his eyes.

Fu Tingyu told her, “Wash your hands before you eat.”

“Okay.”

Qin Shu followed him to the sink. After washing their hands, they sat down at the dining table. The menu consisted of five main dishes and a soup, served with rice. Fu Tingyu had never had alcohol when he ate with her, so they would start eating once the kitchen had everything set out.

Qin Shu picked up the chopsticks and dug in. Thinking that Fu Tingyu must be still mad, her mind was elsewhere as she ate.

Fu Tingyu grabbed his chopsticks, and he looked at the person across him. While he remembered how Gu Yan had tricked him along with her, he did not plan to raise the topic again. He did not want to remind her of that traumatic event. It was best to forget witnessing someone dying.

After dinner, Fu Tingyu and Qin Shu headed to their bedroom. Fu Tingyu retrieved his luggage from the cabinet and placed it on the bed. He unlocked it and began to pack up his clothes and daily necessities.

Qin Shu asked, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yes.” Fu Tingyu replied as he continued packing.

Qin Shu sounded a little upset, “Am I not allowed to go with you again?” She was standing beside him, and her intention was very obvious. She wanted to go with him.

Fu Tingyu turned to look at her. “You have an injured leg.”

Qin Shu had her chin angled upwards. “It has almost recovered. It won’t be a problem.”

“The last time I looked at it, it hadn’t healed.”

Fu Tingyu caught a glimpse of her wound. He turned around, pulled the most bottom drawer opened, took out a few pairs of underwear, and returned to put them into the luggage. Qin Shu had noticed that those were the ones she had bought last time. There were three different colors—gray, blue, and dark gray. He had been switching among those every day.

Then, Fu Tingyu walked into the bathroom to get toiletries. Qin Shu followed him. Fu Tingyu was a germaphobe which was why he was bringing his own.

“I only bled a little. It won’t affect me. I can still walk.”

Fu Tingyu stopped cleaning and turned around to face Qin Shu. He raised his eyebrows slightly. “So it won’t affect you?”

As he slowly approached her and pressured her to move backward until she had her back pressed against the doorframe, he leaned over and smirked. “Does that mean you are not rejecting me anymore?”

Fu Tingyu was so close to her that Qin Shu could feel his breath and unique scent. She had to tilt her head even more to see his entire face. Her pretty eyes blinked, “Will you bring me with you?”

Fu Tingyu pursed his lips and shifted his eyes to her leg. According to what he had seen last night, the wound was four days old. In addition to what he had done when he got drunk the other night, she was still staggering.

He retracted his gaze and looked at Qin Shu again. “Babe, why do you want to come along?”

Qin Shu was grinning. “I wanted to spend some time with you before school starts.”

Fu Tingyu studied her face. Her smile was faint, yet it was sweet, and it looked lovely on her.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to the sink to pick up the toiletries. When he passed Qin Shu by, he said, “You should shower.” And he walked out of the bathroom.

Qin Shu was peeping at him. She could see his tall, slender figure standing in front of the bed as he packed his luggage. As she was getting her clothes, she could not help but shot him a glance and asked, “Are you going to take me with you or not?”

Fu Tingyu had his focus on her and repeated, “You have an injured leg.”

He had the same tone from before. Qin Shu gave him a longing stare before turning around in defeat and walked towards the closet. She took her clothes with her and went to the shower.

Qin Shu filled the bathtub with warm water. In the past few days, she had been bathing in the bathtub to avoid getting the wound wet. She took off her clothes started applying soap.

Half an hour had passed, and Qin Shu walked out of the bathroom wearing a nightgown with her hair half-dried.

Fu Tingyu had already finished packing and was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. He had put his luggage in the corner. Hearing the sound, she got his attention, and he raised his head to look at her.

Her cheeks were blushing from the warmth in the shower. Her half-dry hair had scattered on her back uncombed, and it looked a little messy.

“Take a seat on the bed. I’ll change the dressing for you.” He got up and walked to the cabinet. He took out the first aid kit and brought along two small stools.

Qin Shu followed his instructions. He was busy walking around the room until he sat on the stool next to her. She had put her injured leg on the other one in front of her.

Fu Tingyu opened the first aid kit. He had a look at the bandaged area before reaching his fingers and tore the bandage open slowly. Then, he threw it into the trash can beside him.

Her skin was fair as snow, her complexion smooth. As Fu Tingyu examined the wound, it was now blemished. There it was the circular, thumb-sized wound—the scab had not even formed from the puncture caused earlier.

As he dressed the wound, he was gentle and careful, afraid of hurting her.

Qin Shu had been looking at his expression. Since he was removing the bandage, his brows had been pulling together, and his lips had been pressing tightly—he was upset.

“Are you still mad at me?” She asked.

Fu Tingyu shifted his focus towards her face. She had her elbows on her knees with her back of her hands cupping her jaw. Her eyes, bright as the stars, blinked as her long lashes quivered softly like the wings of a butterfly.

“Should I not be mad?” His voice suddenly turned cold.

Qin Shu knew he had mistaken her words. She shook her head, “That’s not what I meant. You deserved to be angry.”

Fu Tingyu pursed his lips as he glared at her. He was mad enough to chew nails, and his violent thoughts went bizarre. He had hoped that this would be the last time it had happened. She shall not hide anything from him ever again.

He was staring at her like she was some tied-up animal, waiting to get slaughtered. Qin Shu gulped. He was giving her goosebumps.

Fu Tingyu held his thoughts back. He stood up, got his clothes, and went to the bathroom. As he left, Qin Shu came back to her senses. She watched him calmly as he got to his feet.

She put on her slippers, got out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom door. She was going to wait for Fu Tingyu.

Half an hour later, Fu Tingyu had exited the bathroom. He was wearing a light gray bathrobe, and he had tied his belt casually with minimal effort. With water still dripping from his wet, messy hair down his forehead, it looked different from his usual self when he had styled his hair wearing a suit.

Qin Shu was standing right at the doorway when he opened it. Her eyes seemed larger on her palm-sized face, and they were spirited, and he could see that she had been waiting for him.