Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Chengxu’s number.

Fu Tingyu was desperate for a love doctor.

Mo Chengxu eventually picked up.

“Brother Yu, what’s going on? Are you up for a drink?”

“I’m not in town.
I called you to ask for help.
I need help coaxing a woman out of her shell.”

“Me? I’m just some dandy, you know? Buying flowers, clothes, and so on, I’m no love doctor.
Brother Yu, are you trying to get Qin Shu’s attention?”

Ever since he had seen Qin Shu’s undisguised appearance, even he, a renowned playboy, could not help but sigh in admiration of her beauty.
Qin Shu was the most attractive woman he had ever laid eyes on.

As the saying goes, one who dies under a peony will return as a romantic even in their afterlife.

It was no wonder his good Brother Yu was so infatuated with Qin Shu.

Fu Tingyu frowned.
How could he forget that Mo Chengxu was a playboy? The women around him did not need him to coax them at all.
They were the ones who came up to him in swarms.

“Fine.
I’m hanging up.”

Without waiting for Mo Chengxu’s reply, he hung up.
Hah! He should have known better than to try asking Mo Chengxu for advice.
Huffing, he took another long drag of his cigarette.

Qin Shu stepped out of the shower and looked around.
Fu Tingyu was nowhere in sight.
Withdrawing to her room, she shut the door behind her.

The room was lit in a warm orangey glow.

Lying in bed, she propped her head up with a pillow and read a book for a time before laying down.
Sleep arrived on swift wings, carrying her into the arms rest.

Qin Shu could not be blamed for her fatigue.
These few weeks had been trying for her, exhausting her mentally and physically.

Subconsciously, she rubbed her bulging belly.
She had not thought of a name for her unborn child yet.

When Fu Tingyu had asked, she had not said anything.

She was in no hurry, though.
There was plenty of time for her to decide on a name.
It would not be too late even if she waited for her baby to be born before choosing a name.

Fu Tingyu stubbed the remains of his cigarette into an ashtray and reentered the living room.

He had brought a change of clothes with him today.

Donning his bathrobe, he went to the bathroom and took a shower, making sure to wash his hair thoroughly.

Afterwards, he brushed his teeth and gargled his mouth to get rid of the smell of smoke.

Once he had tidied himself up, he exited the bathroom.

He made sure to be extra careful not to make a sound, afraid he would wake Qin Shu up.

Fu Tingyu’s every move was light and intimately conscious of the sounds he was making.

He did not even turn on the lights as he padded to the bed in his bedroom slippers.

Lying down beside Qin Shu, Fu Tingyu turned sideways to face her, as was his habit.
Gently, he hugged her from behind.
There was something about feeling the warmth Qin Shu exuded against his skin that brought a sense of comfort and peace.

Qin Shu woke the moment she heard the door open.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of muscular arms bundling her up, pressing her into a well-toned chest.
It was going to be quite a challenge falling asleep again.

Instinct kicked in, and she struggled under the vice-like grip of those two limbs.

Fu Tingyu, who was behind her, grew nervous.
He was afraid she would wake up and force him to sleep on the sofa again.

One night on the couch was torture enough.
Any more and his back would protest.

Nothing could beat the comfort of sleeping together with his wife.

Qin Shu lurched forward in an attempt to break free, but just as she moved, the arm around her waist yanked her back forcefully, preventing her from moving the slightest bit.

Fu Tingyu realized, then, that Qin Shu must have woken up.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling it affectionately.
“Babe, don’t hide from me, okay?” He whispered.

Qin Shu stiffened, but she refused to look at him.
“Don’t you have anything to say?”

Fu Tingyu leaned forward, breathing in the heady scent of her body wash.
It was a sweet scent that complimented her.
“Babe, it was my fault for hiding things from you before.
You can hit me and scold me as much as you would like, but I won’t let you ignore me.”

Qin Shu retort was swift and merciless.
“From the moment you met me, you’ve been lying.
Like my mother, you’ve been lying, keeping secrets from me… How do you think I would react? You want me to distance myself from Han Xiao, Hua Wuyan, and all the others…”

Inhaling a rattling breath, she cried, “Do you know how I feel? Do you know what kind of pain you’ve caused with all your lies? Everyone… They all believed and tried to make me believe I was the Little Munchkin, the Little Munchkin they loved and knew… How could you be so cruel? How could you lie to them all? How could you lie to me!”

Fu Tingyu felt Qin Shu trembling against him.
He renewed his hug, trying his best to console her.
“I’m sorry, Babe.
It’s all my fault.
I was afraid you would remember what transpired before we parted ways on Mount Qi! I was afraid you would leave me…”

A hush descended upon them as his words rang in the air.