Married A Man I Hate - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: The Boxer Kitten “If you insult my husband again, I’m going to beat you up…”

“I have already apologized.”

Le Qingfei did not want to speak with Fu Qian. He turned around to leave but was grabbed by a firm grip. “Let go of me…!”

Fu Qian stubbed out his cigarette. “What do you mean by bringing Fu Li over here?”

Le Qingfei froze. Only then did he remember that Fu Li was Fu Qian’s half-brother. That had been one of the reasons why he disliked Fu Li in the beginning, but apart from their looks, the two of them were completely different.

Fu Qian grew impatient waiting for an answer and knitted his brows. “Marrying a man and being a homosexual is highly glorious, isn’t it?”

Le Qingfei kicked at Fu Qian’s leg. “You are being completely unreasonable…!”

Fu Qian instinctively dodged and let go of his grip. Le Qingfei ran outward like a rabbit.

“Divorce!”

Behind him, Fu Qian suddenly spoke, “Le Qingfei, if you want a divorce, I can help you right now.”

Le Qingfei stopped in his tracks.

Behind a tree, Fu Li froze on the spot, his fingers gripping the scarf gradually tightening.

Le Qingfei turned around, looked at Fu Qian—who shared a thirty to forty percent resemblance to Fu Li—and asked, “You are his younger brother, so why do you want your brother’s wife to divorce him?”

Fu Qian gritted his teeth. “Le Qingfei, how can you still call yourself his wife?! What, if you guys raise a dog or cat, do you want to be its mother too?!”

“Is it a big deal just because your voice is loud?!”

Le Qingfei walked over aggressively with quick steps. “What’s wrong with being a wife or a mother? Wait until I give birth to eight or ten children for Fu Li who all call me ‘mother’ just to anger you to death…!”

Fu Qian exhaled heavily a few times to suppress his anger. “Beg me right now, and I will get my mother to agree to your divorce. Hurry up!”

“What does it have to do with your mother?”

“Do you really not know, or are you just pretending?”

Looking at the confusion and innocence in Le Qingfei’s eyes, Fu Qian’s anger dissipated by more than half. “This so-called marriage engagement is absolute nonsense. It’s because my mother didn’t want Fu Li to marry someone of equal social standing and have children to fight over the inheritance and shares. That’s why she had your uncle sell you off, do you understand?”

That villain Le Wangzong!

Le Qingfei cursed in his heart while clenching his fists.

Then, he looked at Fu Qian. “I don’t believe you would truly help me. If you wanted to help, you would have done so a long time ago.”

To his surprise, Fu Qian became even more infuriated upon hearing these words.

“How the f*** did I know you actually married him? Weren’t you very good at running away?” Veins popped on Fu Qian’s forehead. “You ran away like a rabbit after hitting someone, so how did you fail to run away this time?”

Le Qingfei finally understood: Fu Qian was simply malicious.

He had nothing himself; even if he ran, where could he possibly run to? Standing by and doing nothing would have been fine, since they weren’t close and even held a grudge against each other anyway. But coming over now just to mock him was just malicious.

Le Qingfei bent down, scooped up some snow, and hurled it right at Fu Qian.

Hit by the snow, Fu Qian could barely keep his eyes open. He roared, “Le Qingfei, don’t you think I won’t hit you!”

“Bring it on, let’s see who can beat up whom!”

Le Qingfei took off his jacket and bared his fists. “If you, a heterosexual, get brought to tears from being beaten by a homosexual like me, then you heterosexuals aren’t all that powerful either.”

Fu Qian laughed out of sheer rage. “I’m telling you to divorce that bastard who popped out of nowhere, who the f*** wants to fight you?”

“You are the bastard!”

Le Qingfei raised his two fists and hopped back and forth on the spot like a kangaroo. “If you insult my husband again, I’m going to beat you up…!”

Fu Qian’s eyes widened in fury. “Le Qingfei, what did you just say?”

At this moment, Fu Li walked toward them.

“Husband!”

The moment Le Qingfei saw Fu Li, he flew over instantly and plunged into his arms. “Husband, let’s go. Don’t talk to idiots.”

Fu Qian was so angry that he kicked away the snow by his feet on the spot.

It was only after returning to the villa that Le Qingfei felt the cold.

Fu Li filled the tub with hot water and knelt on one knee to remove the snow-soaked shoes and socks of the little boxer, avoiding looking at Le Qingfei, who was minding his own business taking off his upper garments.

Soaking into the bathtub, Le Qingfei let out a comfortable sigh.

Afterward, he called out to Fu Li, who had picked up his clothes and was preparing to leave. “Husband.”

Fu Li startled slightly and turned around to meet a pair of crafty, large eyes.

“Was I also protecting you just now?”

Le Qingfei lay in the bathtub, thick bubbles piling up over the water’s surface and clinging to his slender collarbones, rounded shoulders, and chin. Like a white Devon Rex cat, he smiled. “Just like what you said to me that day.”

We are family; we must protect each other in front of outsiders.

Fu Li smiled. Just like Le Qingfei had done that day, he took out some chocolate to thank and reward the boxing kitten who protected his family.

The bathroom light shone on Le Qingfei’s face, warm and bright. A few strands of wet hair stuck to his cheek. Fu Li could not help but raise his hand to gently brush them away for him—like peeling open a lychee shell by hand to reveal that fair, tender, and radiant face.

With lowered eyelashes, he quietly ate the chocolate, completely unaware even when the back of Fu Li’s finger brushed past his cheek.

Fu Li could not continue staying with this version of Le Qingfei, so he prepared to leave once more. Yet Le Qingfei was always incapable of understanding the heart of someone who liked him.

“Fu Li,” Le Qingfei grabbed him, “don’t be angry about the things Fu Qian said.”

A wave of moisture hit Fu Li’s finger.

Fu Li lowered his gaze to look at the hand gripping his pinky finger, which carried smooth, slippery white foam that smelled of peaches.

Le Qingfei was very earnest. “We shouldn’t listen to the words of bad people. But if Fu Qian bullies you again next time, just call me, and I will help you.”

“You don’t hate me anymore?” Fu Li asked.

Mmh.

Le Qingfei blinked, and after a long pause, spat out two words: “Forgot.”

The two looked at each other, and suddenly, they both burst into laughter at the same time.

Fu Li squeezed the kitten’s paw and walked out of the bathroom.

That night, Le Qingfei received another reward—a reward much bigger than chocolate.

“Spend Christmas abroad?” Holding his Switch, Le Qingfei looked at Fu Li outside the villa door in pleasant surprise. “Can I go anywhere I want?”

Fu Li: “Of course. You can also come with me to the UK right now. I promise I will finish my work before Christmas and accompany you to any place you want to go.”

Just as Le Qingfei was about to agree, he lowered his head in distress.

Fu Li gripped the black leather gloves in his hands and softly muttered a “Sorry.” Their relationship had improved slightly, but he shouldn’t push his luck and assume that Le Qingfei would be willing to travel alone with him.

Le Qingfei: “I’m a bit busy lately.”

Fu Li smiled. “What are you busy with?”

Le Qingfei stuffed the Switch into his hands, pattered back into the house, and ran back hugging a pile of paper forms. “The new year is coming up soon. The Padata Cabin’s shelter qualification annual review forms, animal epidemic prevention certificates, and approvals for new adoption points all need to be handled. I’m very busy.”

Fu Li froze.

There were far too many candies, chocolates, and comic books in Le Qingfei’s world, which often made people forget that he actually worked very hard to make himself and this world a little bit better.

“I’m sorry,” Fu Li apologized to him.

Le Qingfei did not seem to quite understand why. He tilted his head and asked with an earnest gaze, “Can it be a few days later? I actually really want to go out and play, but these matters are more important.”

Le Qingfei’s eyes looked like black pearls from Tahiti.

Unable to control himself, Fu Li took a step forward. Underneath the dimly lit porch, he tightly pulled Le Qingfei into a hug.

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