Married A Man I Hate - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Wealthy Feifei · Large Diamond Ring “Do you want to kiss me?”

What?

Fu Li froze.

Le Qingfei’s fingers clenched tightly. Word by word, he said seriously: “I am still studying, I cannot have a baby.”

“Qingfei, do you mean you don’t want to adopt a child?”

Le Qingfei realized that even Fu Li did not know about this matter: boys can also have babies.

This was what his elder sister had told him when he was a child. She forbade him from playing role-playing games with other boys, and forbade him from holding hands or letting others touch his face, because it would cause pregnancy.

Even the Same-Sex Marriage Act passed a couple of years ago was because big figures discovered this secret—it was rumored that the party leader’s grandson had also gotten pregnant… Le Qingfei believed this without a shadow of a doubt.

“It’s nothing.”

Le Qingfei lowered his head, continuing to write and draw in his notebook, murmuring: “Anyway, I won’t have a baby for you either.”

Fu Li only assumed that Le Qingfei’s expression was not accurate enough; after all, this cognition was far too shocking and absurd.

However

Fu Li looked at Le Qingfei, who was sprawled on the sofa writing words. His forehead was plump, his eyelashes were curled, and his cheeks were fair and ruddy like a fruit overflowing with abundant juices.

If it were a small child like Feifei, it would be very cute.

Le Qingfei wrote down all of Fu Li’s personal information. He scratched his head with the pen, “With so many words, can people who have only just known each other for a few days really remember everything?”

“Of course. When a person falls in love with another person, they cannot wait to understand his past, preferences, habits, and secrets.”

Le Qingfei tilted his head, seemingly understanding.

“What else?”

“They also want to get closer, even if it’s just having the ends of his hair inadvertently sweep across their cheek; they want to be seen, hoping their appearance means something to him; they want to treat him well, want to take care of him, want to resolve all troubles for him; they want to keep talking to him, and even when the topic approaches its end, they are reluctant to finish,” Fu Li looked at him, “they just want to take one more look at his eyes, even if it’s only for a second.”

Le Qingfei blinked his eyes, “So complicated.”

Fu Li smiled, “It’s not complicated, it just hasn’t happened yet.”

Le Qingfei nodded half-comprehendingly. He lowered his face, his eyelashes moving very slightly, “Actually, it has happened before, it’s just that I seem to have forgotten that kind of feeling… because I can’t find him.”

Fu Li’s Adam’s apple rolled once. He asked, “Is it the man you mistook me for that night?”

Le Qingfei turned his head to look at him, and after confirming that the two people looked exactly identical, he turned back around. He crossed his arms with both hands, looking angry and yet also looking distressed, “I don’t want to chat with you about this matter.”

“Alright,” Fu Li picked up the glass cup, “then we can chat about why we fell in love with each other.”

Le Qingfei: “I didn’t fall in love with you.”

“I know.” Fu Li was caught between laughter and tears, “I mean, how we should tell your sister the details of our falling in love.”

Le Qingfei let out a succession of “oh” sounds, sat even more upright, and pinched his pen, “I am ready, go ahead.”

The corners of Fu Li’s lips curved. He pulled away the pen from his hand, and sat down together with him on the carpet in front of the sofa, “Falling in love is a feeling, not a standard answer to a final exam question.”

He reached out and held the soft, delicate fingertips. When Le Qingfei began to struggle, he spoke to remind him: “Relax.”

“People in love will hold hands. Within each other’s body temperature and touch, they find the missing part of one another, and then fall in love. Qingfei, tell me, what do you want?”

The sofa and the coffee table cut off a tiny space. They sat inside it, and behind them, outside the window, was the heavy snow sweeping across Beijing-Hong Kong like waves.

It felt like sitting inside a small wooden boat.

Le Qingfei’s heart suddenly quieted down. He lowered his head to look at the hand holding his own.

“I don’t know,” Le Qingfei shook his head, “I, I feel that I am very greedy, I want everything… I want money, I want a warm room, I want to not worry about being kicked out…”

Fu Li let out a light laugh, “This is not being greedy. Everyone wants a stable, affluent life and a sense of security, and I will give all of these to you.”

“You will like the Legos and comics I prepare for you, you will like going shopping with me to buy all the clothes you like, you will like seeing me downstairs at the teaching building after school, pulling my hand, and asking if we can go to the amusement park tonight…”

Listening and listening, Le Qingfei started to laugh, but then felt it wasn’t quite good, so he pursed his lips tightly.

“Then what can I give to you?” Le Qingfei asked Fu Li, “Falling in love is a matter between two people. If I fall in love with you because you are good to me, then what about you?”

Fu Li met his gaze and said slowly, “You appeared in my life, and you saw me.”

Le Qingfei did not understand, “Hating you is also seeing you?”

Fu Li smiled, his tone a bit more relaxed, “How can it not count? Other people perhaps only see my status, but Classmate Le Ya is so amazing, seeing the essence of my annoying nature—as if even if I were just an ordinary person with absolutely nothing, you would still see me. Mmh, even if it is hatred, it is still seeing.”

Le Qingfei’s fingertips moved. He was unsure of what he was hearing, because Fu Li started using that gentle, low-pitched voice again, saying words that made him dizzy.

“So we fell in love, as if destined by fate. I confessed to you, and you didn’t speak, but when the wind blew, you revealed blushing earlobes, and used your fingertips to touch the back of my hand, hinting that I could hold your hand, and so—”

Fu Li held up Le Qingfei’s hand, took out a red diamond ring, and slid it onto his ring finger, “We got married. On a snowy morning, I stood on the steps and kissed your cheek for the first time.”

It felt as if snow had fallen onto Le Qingfei’s fingertips, the sensation icy cold.

Two diamond bands encircled a 2.18-carat round-cut red diamond. Even under the light blocked by the two nestling figures, it remained dazzling and magnificent, brighter than the stars outside the window.

Only inferior to its owner.

“So beautiful, just as beautiful as the diamond strawberry hair clip Mom and Dad gave me.”

Le Qingfei opened his eyes wide, bright and sparkling, “But… I don’t keep things well, I often lose and misplace things. This looks so expensive; if I lose it, what should I do?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Fu Li leaned a bit closer, close enough that his nose could catch the sweet, fruity fragrance on Le Qingfei’s body, as if using his breath to kiss the top of his head, “If it’s lost, we will just buy another.”

Le Qingfei raised his face. His round eyes were incomparably clear under the light as he gazed at Fu Li, “Then, in that story just now, do I have to kiss you too?”

Still so easy to fool.

Fu Li smiled lightly, “Do you want to kiss me?”

Le Qingfei shook his head.

“Then there is no need.” Fu Li caressed his finger, “As long as you don’t want to, you don’t have to do anything. Just leave it to me.”

“Don’t worry about being unable to respond to me. You only need to try to accept everything I do for you, and try to be moved by me.”

“But, why?” Le Qingfei understood this time, but he became even more puzzled, “Why are you so good to me? We clearly have only just met.”

“Don’t you think you are very cute?”

“Of course I know that, but…”

Le Qingfei abruptly stopped his words, feeling that this scene was too familiar. Realizing that the man opposite him was about to confess again, he carried his pile of things and ran back to his room with dong-dong-dong steps.

Annoying guy Fu Li.

The meeting on the second day was arranged by Fu Li at a hotel under the Fu Corporation.

Le Qingfei muttered nervously, “I fell in love with my husband Fu Li at first sight. We live in a very big house, he is so good to me, he bought me a lot of beautiful clothes, and a big diamond ring…”

Fu Li, who was straightening his shoelaces for him, raised his head, “Out of five things, even if only one thing is false, it can make you this nervous? Try it, see if it fits the foot.”

The staff of the luxury store hurriedly yielded the space of the VIP booth. Le Qingfei ran a couple of steps, and then jumped a few times.

“It fits.” Le Qingfei nodded, his watery, large eyes like a startled deer, “My sister can see through my lying.”

Anyone could see through it.

Fu Li smiled lightly.

The store staff uniformly carried paper bags and followed behind the two people, and the bodyguards pulled open the glass doors ahead, but Le Qingfei stopped his steps.

Fu Li: “What’s wrong?”

Le Qingfei lifted his left hand, which had been held at some unknown point, “What do you mean what’s wrong?”

“Just a rehearsal in advance,” Fu Li’s expression was serious, “In order to make your sister believe we are true love, this is actually far from enough.”

“Really?”

Le Qingfei, who was originally preparing to get angry, was frightened by Fu Li’s solemn and earnest expression, and hugged his arm, “Then what else do we need to do?”

Compared to being unable to lie, Le Qingfei was more easily fooled—just like the white cherries of Beijing-Hong Kong, with just a slight rise in temperature, they would bloom all over the banks of the Jiyun River overnight.

With a smile hovering on his lips, Fu Li leaned into his ear.

……

Inside the private dining room, the freesia on the clean white tablecloth emitted a sweet, fresh fragrance.

Le Qingfei tightly hugged Fu Li’s arm, his head lightly resting against the upper arm, deeply attached and in love, looking as though he wished he could sit on Fu Li’s lap.

Shi Yun gave Le Qingfei an angry look, exasperated that he failed to meet expectations, and immediately shifted her gaze onto Fu Li.

Fu Li had only told Le Qingfei: Please do not resist my closeness.

This entire set of clingy little tricks was learned by Le Qingfei from short videos on the way over: “How to play the role of a gentle and lovely wife well in front of outsiders, you only need to complete these three steps…”

Fu Li really wanted to hear which three steps they were, but Le Qingfei had already put on his headphones, climbed onto his lap, and started to practice while listening, completely disregarding whether Fu Li lived or died.

“Husband, you have to wrap your arm around my waist.”

“It’s very itchy here, Husband, go down just a little bit.”

“Why are you so far away from me? Husband, is your thigh uncomfortable?”