Chapter 5: Her Heart Slightly Softens 05

In Runan City at night, it was noisy yet desolate; the outside lights and wine wouldn't bring noise to the wealthy young masters—it was just one way they enjoyed themselves.

Fu Qiwei sat before the computer, looking at the contract on the screen.

Yi Ruan lay on the bed, muttering, "Besides us two, there are only a dozen or so people in this house; with so many rooms usually empty and no need to clean, even heavy electricity and water use wouldn't amount to such expenses."

Fu Qiwei said nothing; this kind of matter didn't need his attention.

She continued looking at the statement, "Maintaining those cars usually costs hundreds of thousands, yet you've never driven them."

"'I took a liking to a sports car at the beginning of the year, blue, but I haven't picked it up yet.' He liked that car a lot, but because the company was busy at the start of the year, he eventually forgot; her mentioning it reminded him."

Yi Ruan, hearing this, clutched her phone, crawled up from the bed, tumbling down with a pitter-patter, and hugged him from behind, saying, "No way, no way, Fu Qiwei—you buy a car but just go between company and home, three points in a line, and never use it." As she spoke, she rubbed her hands all over his body, completely forgetting the painful cries from the stairwell at noon.

"'Hmm.' He thought it over well, then said, 'This weekend, find some time, come with me to pick up the car—go yourself.'"

She opened her phone and held it before his eyes, "But look, the maintenance costs for this car add up to over a million."

He patted the back of her hand, "It's fine; your man has money."

"……" "What's the big deal? She just wants to use the money for car maintenance to pamper herself."

Fu Qiwei continued reading the contract, but Yi Ruan couldn't let go of her wicked thoughts; recalling his sly, sultry demeanor in the stairwell at noon, she found it utterly enticing, making her mouth water.

The young woman wore a white silk pajama, with pink-white embroidery at the collar, delicate and cute; her long hair slightly curled, falling over his front.

She sat on his lap.

"'Qiwei~'"

"【Male lead corruption value +2, currently corruption value +70.】"

"I'm lustful, that's true, but I don't say it—I act on it."

The man gently lifted her chin, his eyes holding a hint of playfulness.

Just as she thought the man was about to kiss her, eyes closed in anticipation, he spoke four words to her.

"'Indulgence to excess.'"

"'No, no.' The male lead in this book is handsome, well-built, and good in bed—a rare find; she shouldn't let him enjoy only a few more days."

He, however, didn't speak.

"'Come on, come on.'"

Faced with the young woman's desperate pleas, he finally couldn't hold out, scooped her up by the waist, and tossed her onto the bed.

He took off his clothes, undid his belt…

Just as he approached her, Fu Qiwei smelled a hint of rust.

The young woman burrowed into the covers, covering her head, dissatisfied, "Why did you come now?"

"……" Fu Qiwei's face turned iron-black, his tone unusually gentle, "Ruanruan, are you deliberately teasing me, huh?"

Good heavens, good heavens, he doesn't know how seductive his trailing tone is.

Yi Ruan crawled out from the covers, "No, Qiwei brother~ you have to believe me, I'm a good citizen, a truly good citizen!" She looked utterly devoid of will to live.

Hearing her address, Fu Qiwei's hand paused in its motion.

He was afraid this was Yi Ruan's gentleness before she fled.

A minute ago, she was still seducing Fu Qiwei; the next second she turned into a docile little cat.

He fastened his belt, put on his clothes, and left.

He went to the bathroom to adjust the water temperature; 55 degrees Celsius was a bit hot.

Yi Ruan gets stomachaches during her period, so she also had Yu Ma boil brown sugar ginger water.

She personally filled the hot water bottle on the first floor; the hot water bottle was a plush rabbit.

Returning to the room, Yi Ruan looked at the hot water bottle in Fu Qiwei's hand; she appeared utterly listless.

The man placed the hot water bottle on her lower abdomen, lifted his eyes to meet her watery, tender gaze, and said, "Fu Qiwei, how can you be so good?"

He turned up the room's air conditioning a bit.

He turned off the computer, turned on the TV, and handed her the plush remote to distract her.

The man opened the wardrobe, pulled out the second drawer, looked at the women's underwear inside, his ears tinged red, casually picked a few that looked fine, then closed the wardrobe and left.

On the shelf at the bottom of the cabinet beside the bathtub, he folded and placed the young woman's intimate clothing inside.

In the storage bag on the second layer, there remained the M jin she hadn't used up last time.

"'Ruanruan, the water's ready—go take a bath.' Returning to the room, he saw her frail body."

"'Ah, I don't want to walk over.' Even the slightest movement made her feel as if someone were tugging at her nerves."

Helpless, he walked to the bedside.

Fu Qiwei scooped her up by the waist and indulged, "What should I do with you?"

Twenty minutes later

She changed into a conservative pajama, her whole person seeming reborn.

As soon as she came out, she burrowed into the covers, only to find Fu Qiwei not in the room.

"'So comfortable, so comfortable.' Soaking in there, she didn't want to get out; the bed was lined with soft menstrual pads, and on the nightstand sat a cup of warm brown sugar ginger water, which warmed her as she drank."

Her phone was plugged in charging when he sent her a message.

—I'm out buying things; I'll be back within an hour.

His avatar was very solemn—a Buddha statue holding an ancient lotus in its hand, overall heavy and oppressive, with four large red characters below reading joyfully, 'Namo Amitabha Buddha.'

She replied with an emoticon.

To match him, she found an avatar of the God of Wealth.

Looking at the avatar, she was extremely satisfied—this is right, isn't it? Fu Qiwei is practically a living God of Wealth.

At the pharmacy, he picked up two boxes of ibuprofen to relieve menstrual pain.

Driving the car home, on the road he passed a red supercar going the opposite direction.

He recognized the woman on the red sports car; she also glanced at him, her look full of meaning.

However, her meaningful look had no effect on him; he was not afraid of her.

But it's really strange—what is Fu Jinü doing here?

Fu Family

"Miss, these are the snacks Mister bought, all moved over." Yu Ma packed half a box of snacks—jelly, candy, biscuits, bread, chips—into a super-large transparent storage box.

"Good, good, good, thank you, Yu Ma, Yu Ma you go rest." She sat on the soft carpet, clinging to the storage box like an octopus, taking a selfie with her phone.

She posted a moment on her social feed.

Yi Ruan:

I used to be 30+ away from him; now his snacks are only a wrapper away from me.

Just after posting, Fu Qiwei turned the steering wheel and glanced at his phone message.

The snacks in the storage box made him startle, then he thought of something, and he pressed the accelerator, speeding up to the max.

That wasn't the thing he'd prepared for the proposal—how did it all get dug up?

"Tsk, which should I eat first…" Yi Ruan rubbed her palms, eager to try, and finally settled on the jelly.

Such soft, smooth little snacks like jelly ought to be chewed slowly, but in Yi Ruan's eyes they don't need to be.

"Ruanruan!"

Fu Qiwei flung the door open and rushed in, seeing her happily eating.

"You've finally come back." She picked up the last jelly, her mouth full of snacks, mumbled, "Want some?"

"……" He had hidden the ring inside…

That night, in the emergency room of Bright Mysterious Hospital, many experts gathered, beaming—it was the first time anyone had seen someone swallow a ring.