Chapter 62: Chapter 62
In the evening, when Fu Yinli returned, he saw her still sitting in the courtyard brewing tea.
The courtyard lights weren’t on, her fragile silhouette melted into the surrounding dimness, if not looked closely, she couldn’t be seen at all.
He silently turned on the lights, and turned to scold the two maids.
"In the future, when it’s dark, all the lights in the house must be on."
His cold voice carried a tone of anger, with a stronger presence than any prior time, chilling to the bones.
The two maids shook with fear, "Sorry, sir, we were just in the kitchen cooking, didn’t notice whether the lights were on or not, we’ll be more attentive in the future."
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere instantly plunged into a suffocating silence.
Fu Yinli turned and sat on the sofa, lighting a cigarette.
Rising smoke highlighted his sharply defined face, especially somber, with eyes as deep as a lake, allowing no light to penetrate.
"Has she been in the backyard all day?" Fu Yinli’s husky voice sounded.
The maids answered honestly, "In the afternoon, a friend of hers came over, but left after sitting for a while."
Fu Yinli’s eyes lifted slightly, "A man or a woman?"
"A man, surname Jiang."
Upon hearing this, the distinguished face in front seemed frozen, with a rich expression in the brows and eyes that wouldn’t dissipate.
Having stayed here for a few days, they naturally knew how protective the sir was of the miss.
Now, another man intruded into their domain, naturally displeasing upon knowing it.
But ultimately, they couldn’t handle the sir’s temper.
Fu Yinli took a deep drag of the cigarette and spoke indifferently, "You don’t need to come tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, the maids turned pale, unaware of where they displeased the sir.
"Sir, could we please have another chance?"
They were met with indifference, he didn’t even look at them, just concentrated on his smoking.
Housekeeper Zhao silently watched this scene from the side.
Not treating Miss Su like a normal person, this alone made the two maids already unqualified, not to mention they let a man in so casually, and a man tied to Miss Su at that.
With a stern face, he removed the two maids from the sir’s sight, secretly expelling them.
The room fell silent, with only smoke dispersing, all surrounding items seemed tinged with detachment and indifference.
"You’re back." Su Lingzhi’s voice sounded.
Her delicate silhouette entered his view, dispersing some of the haze in his eyes.
"Come here," he said in a deep voice.
Su Lingzhi paused for a moment.
After adapting for days, she had grown very familiar with walking the blind paths, without needing anyone’s help, she could easily discern his position by the smell of smoke.
Only now, even without seeing his face, she could sense his off emotions.
She hesitated for a while, and said to him, "You’ve been smoking, I don’t want to get too close."
Her voice was soft, not disdainful, but carried an inexplicable fear of him, yet daring not to show it.
Under that oppressive gaze, Su Lingzhi chose to sit on a single sofa a bit away from him.
Yet, as soon as she sat, a forceful aura enveloped her.
Without giving her any chance to dodge, Fu Yinli grabbed her face and kissed her fiercely, passing all the smoke to her, forcing her to swallow it.
The bitter tobacco flavor wafted over, pressing into her chest, Su Lingzhi frowned painfully, pushed him away abruptly, and coughed a few times.
Grasping the sofa arm, Su Lingzhi took a deep breath, a strong unease emerging from her chest, "What the hell are you fah... mm—"
Fu Yinli silenced her words with his lips, catching her flailing hands, and pressed them into the sofa back.
A suffocating kiss like tidal waves engulfed her.
Trapped on this single sofa, Su Lingzhi had nowhere to escape, forced to bear his weight and breath.
Scorching tears streamed out, yet couldn’t earn even a bit of his pity.
She resignedly climbed onto his shoulder, entangling with him to the end, biting his lip, and upon breaking free, she fiercely bit his neck, venting her anger.
The taste of salt and blood mixed, Su Lingzhi furrowed her brows tightly, but eventually let go. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel fire.net
Suppressing her grievances, she questioned him, "Fu Yinli, did I provoke you? Why do you treat me ?"
"Do you know, you’re really being an asshole ?"
Su Lingzhi beat his shoulder, venting her pent-up emotions.
Fu Yinli endured it, then suddenly softened, gently kissing away the tears on her face.
Pinching her waist, lifting her onto his lap.
In his view, it was a tear-streaked face, long lashes wetted by tears, shimmering with a glistening sheen.
Considered himself truly at fault, arguing with a sick girl.
Fu Yinli gently kissed her lips, attempting to make up for his prior roughness.
Yet she didn’t give him the chance, resisting his approach.
These two words, cold as ice.
Fu Yinli’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his tone softening, "No matter how I smell, you shouldn’t disdain me. Zhizhi, you should love all of me."
Should love all of him...
Amidst the vast darkness, her soul seemed trapped by an invisible cage, impossible to escape.
Su Lingzhi accused, "Why? Why should I love all of you? Did a dog eat your manners, treating me ?"
Her brows knitted tighter, "Fu Yinli, you’ve not only treated me once, your image in my heart is almost ruined by your actions, do you know that?"
That wasn’t a kiss at all.
How could he treat her ?
Su Lingzhi pointed at his heart, asked, "In your heart, what am I? A tool for venting anger? Or a toy you can discard anytime?"
Fu Yinli’s eyes grew deeper, "Do you even know what a toy is?"
"Yes, in your view, I know nothing, whatever you say goes, and in the end it’s all my fault."
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, Su Lingzhi held back her tears from falling.
Seeing her stubborn face, Fu Yinli had no choice but to relent.
Nearly thirty years, he never had such a feeling of fear of losing something, losing control of emotions to such a degree, it was the first time too.
He pulled her head into his embrace, soothing, "Alright, don’t cry anymore, it’s my fault."
Unwilling to see her so distressed.
Gradually tightening his hold, affectionate and strong, kissing her neck in a gentle persuasion.
"Zhizhi, it’s you who’s changed without realizing, you can blame me for not coming back to accompany you in time, but you must never have a heart without me, nor can you reject or resist me."
"Many like you, missing me won’t cost you anything? Tricks for coaxing children, don’t use on me."
"I don’t care for others’ affection, only care for yours."
These words instantly appeased Su Lingzhi, leaving her speechless.
Awake when it’s time to be awake.
Drown when it’s time to drown.
Only one thing remains unchanged, she likes him, except, there’s no girlish heartbeat like before, nor is there such cautiousness anymore.