Married A Man I Hate - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Giving an Inch and Taking a Mile · Substitute “I’m going to hate you again…!”

“Is Yan Song really that important to you?” he asked Le Qingfei.

Le Qingfei seemingly did not expect Fu Li to ask this. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded. “He is very important to me.”

The two slid down along the ski trail, their speed slow, like the words Le Qingfei did not know where to begin telling.

“I always thought my uncle and aunt were very good to me. They didn’t let me wear clothes that were too good because I was too mischievous and would always get my clothes dirty…”

Fu Li remembered that when the new clothes were just bought back, Le Qingfei was very happy. Every time Fu Li passed by his room, he could see him like a little butterfly changing into different clothes to wear, flying around inside the room.

But gradually, he became very careful again.

He would even specifically change into his old clothes from before when eating, until it was discovered by himself, who proposed to donate his old clothes to a poverty alleviation institution that cooperated with the group.

Hearing this news, Le Qingfei immediately ran upstairs to pack his clothes, but very quickly began to hesitate.

Fu Li knew what he was worried about—

Would his new clothes be taken away? If they were taken away and he also had no old clothes to wear, what should he do?

Le Qingfei never said it, but Fu Li knew.

He didn’t want Le Qingfei to be so cautious, yet he also worried that his own toughness would scare him.

Therefore, he bought Le Qingfei dark-colored clothes “suitable” for eating, preparing to change them into larger napkins after he adapted, to let him accept the current “earth-turning and sky-turning” changes little by little.

“…Not letting me participate in the study tour activities was because my studies were very poor, and even if I went, I wouldn’t understand; not giving me too much pocket money was because I wanted to buy whatever I saw and always spent money recklessly.”

“It’s not like that,” Fu Li spoke in a deep voice, “Feifei is very good.”

“I know that, oh.”

Le Qingfei laughed, “Yan Song also said this to me before, that these were all my uncle and aunt lying to me, they just didn’t want to spend money or effort on me; he told me not to believe everything anymore, that I must have a defensive mind against people, know how to distinguish, and learn to protect myself.”

At the last sentence, Le Qingfei nodded once with every pause, like a little book-boy in a private school diligently reciting the knowledge taught by the master.

Fu Li curled his lips, “Mm, it’s good that you can remember the words he said.”

Le Qingfei stopped and looked toward Fu Li, “So he is very important to me, and that’s why I was so fierce to you when we first met. Now I dislike you a little bit again.”

After speaking, Le Qingfei bypassed the person and skied away.

“Why?”

“I could distinguish between you and Yan Song before, but now I can’t distinguish clearly. I don’t like this kind of feeling… Oh my, you are hugging me again.”

Fu Li took advantage of Le Qingfei turning and slowing down to get the person to the side of the ski trail.

“Then has Feifei ever thought about treating me as Yan Song.”

Le Qingfei’s eyes widened, “Wh-what?”

“Treat me as Yan Song. The words you want to say to Yan Song and the things you want to do, just say them to me and do them to me,” Fu Li looked at Le Qingfei, drawing closer toward him, “I can become your Yan Song.”

Le Qingfei’s heartbeat missed a beat, but very quickly his face grew redder and redder with anger, “Why are you saying this kind of words, I don’t want it to be like this at all, I’m going to hate you again…!”

Le Qingfei forgot that his feet were fixed to the board and almost fell down. Fortunately, he was hugged by Fu Li in one go.

But this time, he angrily pushed him away and quickly skied away. Fu Li had no time to think and chased after him.

Fu Qian stood on the mountainside not far away, looking coldly at the two of them.

…

In the evening, Le Qingfei was still angry with Fu Li.

Originally he had already rejected the group dinner, but in order to hide from Fu Li, he still followed Xu Yi there. The restaurant had already been booked out, all of them being students from King’s College Hong Kong.

Le Qingfei sat in a corner, moody. Fortunately, Kong Linxu, who usually always came to bother him, was also unusually quiet, even out of his mind.

Fu Li sent him another apology message.

Le Qingfei replied with “da da da” and tossed his phone down.

“Buzz buzz—”

A vibration sound came from the screen beside him.

Le Qingfei turned his head over and saw Fu Li through the blurry and soft silk screen.

The two looked at each other until someone recognized Fu Li.

Although they were all people from the same circle, in the end, Fu Li had just returned to the country, and his age differed a lot from these third-generation wealthy heirs, so there were even fewer opportunities to meet normally. The one who recognized Fu Li was Fu Qian’s “lackey.”

A group of people shouted “Brother” one after another at Fu Li.

Le Qingfei thought to himself: How come nobody calls me brother? Brother Le? Brother Fei?

Fu Li stood under the crystal chandelier, his gaze falling toward Le Qingfei from time to time.

Le Qingfei knew it, turned his head over purposely not to look at him, and thereby missed the lackey’s respectful yet mocking eyes toward Fu Li.

When Fu Li heard that Fu Qian was not coming tonight, his expression did not change at all. “I didn’t come to find him.”

After speaking, he walked straight toward Le Qingfei.

Xu Yi, back when Le Qingfei turned his head to act like an ostrich, had already given up the position closer to the aisle and sat to the other side of Le Qingfei.

Fu Li took his seat, and Le Qingfei turned half his body away.

Le Qingfei’s cheek was puffed up slightly due to anger and could not be pinched, so Fu Li had no choice but to gently touch his hand resting on his lap under the table.

The next second, Le Qingfei folded his arms across his chest, simply refusing to let Fu Li touch him.

More uncomfortable than Fu Li was Kong Linxu beside them. He stood up and came before the two, “Qingfei, can I speak two sentences to you alone?”

Fu Li’s sharp gaze swept over through his lenses.

Kong Linxu’s back sweated a bit, but he still endured it forcefully and said again, “Just two sentences, okay?”

Le Qingfei glanced at Kong Linxu who looked like he had cried, nodded, and when standing up, the back of his hand happened to brush against the finger pads Fu Li extended.

Walking to the restaurant entrance, Le Qingfei looked back once.

Fu Li sat there, his crisp white shirt incompatible with the surroundings, as if he were an outsider.

The two found a secluded spot under the corridor.

“What do you want to say to me?”

“Qingfei ah, is Big Brother Fu really your older brother…”

Kong Linxu was somewhat unable to continue. His personality was soft. Pursuing Le Qingfei was already the boldest thing he had ever done, and in order to make himself a bit more confident, he even dyed his hair blue, looking like a peacock spreading its tail.

“Qingfei, if you two truly love each other, you should let Big Brother Fu get a divorce as soon as possible ah, we cannot intervene in other people’s marriages.”

“Ah?”

Le Qingfei, who was originally thinking about the people inside the restaurant, was stunned upon hearing this sentence, “What intervening in other people’s marriages?”

Inside the restaurant, Fu Li checked his wristwatch, picked up the scarf Le Qingfei left behind, stood up, and went out to look for him.

Under the corridor, under Kong Linxu’s earnest and well-meaning persuasion, Le Qingfei buried his face lower and lower, and finally ran away in a panic, losing his way.

There is no such thing, I am exactly Fu Li’s wife.

Running into the snow, Le Qingfei’s brain was a chaotic buzzing. He took the wrong path, turned around—and “thudded” straight into a person.

“Sorry.”

“Le Qingfei,” Fu Qian held a cigarette in his mouth, lowering his eyes to look askance at him, “Hanging those two big black grapes on your face, and you don’t look at the road?”