Chapter 86: Why the Scumbag Gets to Sleep on the Bed

They have no other choice now.

Lu Xiwán's face was full of sorrow, "Then you sleep; I'll wait until the door opens tomorrow morning and then go back to sleep."

Her gaze suddenly fixed on the wall-mounted shelf.

A cute, clumsy kitten was placed on it, while the surrounding compartments were piled with books; the kitten clashed with the surrounding décor.

"What is this…"

Lu Xiwán's school organized a sketching session, and it was a gift she bought for Fu Sijue while out of town.

All these years, and it's still kept so well.

Fu Sijue followed Lu Xiwán's gaze, his pupils contracting slightly, "A gift from my beloved."

The word "beloved" pierced Lu Xiwán's heart.

Lu Xiwán chuckled lightly, "Mrs. Fu has been missing for a long time; is Mr. Fu still reminiscing over objects?"

Fu Sijue's eyes lingered on the kitten for a brief instant before moving away.

"She has always been with me."

That simple sentence struck Lu Xiwán's heart mercilessly once again.

She stared intently at Fu Sijue's resolute profile.

Is what he said true?

Fu Sijue suddenly turned his head, meeting Lu Xiwán's eyes directly.

He suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

These eyes gradually overlapped with the Lu Xiwán he remembered.

Fu Sijue reached out to touch, while Lu Xiwán stood there, stunned, watching him.

He indulged me when I killed Lu Xiwán, yet never said he would keep putting on airs!

Gu Qingmeng's words suddenly rang in Lu Xiwán's ears; the hysterical voice instantly erased the warmth in her heart.

In Lu Xiwán's eyes, Fu Sijue suddenly turned into a man‑eating beast…

Lu Xiwán turned her body aside to dodge Fu Sijue's hand.

"Mr. Fu, go to bed earlier; it's getting late, and you have work tomorrow."

Regardless of her current circumstances, Lu Xiwán still couldn't get past that mental barrier.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she would recall the scene from back then and the words Gu Qingmeng said after being captured.

Who is genuine—the person before her or the words from that time…?

Lu Xiwán walked to the side near the window, forcefully pressing a crease into the quilt, "Why does a scumbag get to sleep on the bed while I, the victim, have to sleep on the floor!"

He's just a man; once he sleeps, he sleeps—it's not like he never has; stop being pretentious.

"You sleep over there, I'll sleep here; we won't interfere with each other's affairs."

After speaking, she lay on her side on the bed, leaving a huge empty space in the middle.

A faint sandalwood scent lingered on the quilt; Fu Sijue's aura permeated everything.

Lu Xiwán anxiously massaged her temples, finally feeling the sensation of insomnia.

The person beside her was silent; Lu Xiwán dared not move, lying rigidly on the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Because she slept so heavily, the next morning when Lu Xiwán opened her eyes, she met Fu Sijue's jet‑black gaze; the groggy Lu Xiwán snapped awake, eyes wide with terror.

"Y‑You…"

"The door hasn't opened yet; you sleep a bit longer first."

Lu Xiwán was at a loss.

In this situation, she simply couldn't fall asleep.

"First, let me go!"

This ambiguous posture was too much for Lu Xiwán; blushing, she tried to break free from Fu Sijue's embrace.

"My hand is numb; wait a moment first."

Lu Xiwán stared blankly at the ceiling, straining to recall last night's events, only to miserably discover she remembered nothing.

At that moment, the sound of a key turning echoed from outside, followed by the door being pushed open.

"Sir, the young master has gone to school; let us open the door for you—"

The nanny froze at the doorway, turned away awkwardly, and left.

Lying on the bed, Lu Xiwán wished she could slip into a crack in the floor; regardless of the facts, she was indeed lying on her employer's bed. "Can I get up now?" Lu Xiwán asked expressionlessly, indifferent, just giving up.

This time Fu Sijue was straightforward, simply letting go of her.

Their positions shifted from lying face‑to‑face to sitting on the bed, staring at each other.

"Um, last night… I was really sleeping honestly," Lu Xiwán said first, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Fu Sijue raised an eyebrow, "You were the one who rolled into my arms voluntarily."

Lu Xiwán's old face flushed red, and she stiffly turned her head aside.

This wasn't the first time she embarrassed herself in front of Fu Sijue, but what could she do? One of the instigators was her own close confidante! It was obvious that last night, when she returned, Xi Xi had dragged Yao Yao into the scheme.

"Ahem… it was just sleeping, nothing happened; your son is also involved, we owe each other nothing." Lu Xiwán coldly cleared herself of responsibility, as if she had just spent the night hugging a pitiful stray dog.

Fu Sijue said solemnly, "Aside from you hugging me for a night, there really was nothing else."