Chapter 222: Kiss Me, Now, Immediately
What did he mean?
Sheng Xiangsi glanced at his expression. Did he want to break up?
She had to admit she was flustered. "Fu Hanjiang..."
"Leave!"
Fu Hanjiang's eyes darkened, and he waved his hand weakly. "Go! Before I regret it, hurry up and go!"
"..." Sheng Xiangsi stood there, stunned.
"Go!"
The man growled, causing Sheng Xiangsi's shoulders to tremble. She furrowed her brows, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to leave.
As her footsteps receded and the study door closed, Fu Hanjiang's eyes narrowed sharply. He stood up and walked to the liquor cabinet.
As the strong liquor burned his throat, he pondered whether anyone in the world remembered today was his birthday. His birthday, not Second Master Fu's birthday.
Probably no one did.
In the early years, Yao Leyi would secretly send him gifts and wish him a happy birthday. But that had gradually stopped...
Tonight, he only wanted to spend his birthday with the person he liked, and even such a small wish couldn't come true...
He had driven away the person he liked...
Xiangsi must have left, right?
Of course, she was forced to be with him in the first place.
It was so late, dark outside. What if she encountered a creepy driver?
Fu Hanjiang regretted telling her to leave so late. He should've waited until morning.
He picked up his phone, wanting to call her.
He unlocked the screen but then turned it off, hesitating.
He was a bit scared...
Knock, knock.
The study door was knocked again.
Fu Hanjiang looked up abruptly. The door opened—it was Xiangsi! She hadn't left?
Fu Hanjiang's face remained expressionless as he watched her walk toward him, secretly biting his tongue.
There was a sense of pain.
This was real.
"Hey."
As she got closer, he could hear her soft sigh.
Then, Sheng Xiangsi took his hand, and as she looked at him, her long eyelashes fluttered. Her voice was gentle and soft.
"Drinking on an empty stomach is very bad for your stomach. It's so late, are you hungry? I made some noodles. Let's eat together?"
Fu Hanjiang glanced at his arm, which she had taken hold of, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
She not only didn't leave but also made noodles for him?
When he spoke, his tone was still hard. "I don't like noodles."
"..." Sheng Xiangsi was taken aback and frustrated. So hard to please.
But she still had to appease him. "These are handmade noodles. I kneaded and rolled them myself. They're different from store-bought ones. Just try them?"
Fu Hanjiang raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.
"Let's go."
Sheng Xiangsi took the opportunity, wrapping her arm around his and pulling him out. "The broth is made from the chicken stock in the fridge. It's really good."
Fu Hanjiang said nothing, allowing her to drag him downstairs.
On the dining table were two bowls of noodles, one large and one small.
The large one was his; the small one was hers.
She had to control her figure and usually didn't eat at night.
Fu Hanjiang frowned. "You haven't eaten either?"
"Mm." Sheng Xiangsi nodded.
"Tch."
Fu Hanjiang seized the chance to mock her sarcastically. "What, your roommate is so important to you, you're so good to her, but she couldn't even treat you to dinner?"
"I wasn't there to eat with her."
Sheng Xiangsi handed him chopsticks and a spoon, first scooping a spoonful of broth and bringing it to his mouth.
"Drink some soup first. Ah..."
Looking at the spoon at his lips, Fu Hanjiang hesitated for a few seconds but eventually opened his mouth.
"Is it good?" Sheng Xiangsi's smile deepened, her eyes sparkling.
Fu Hanjiang's throat itched a bit. He nodded. "Mm."
"Have some noodles too."
She picked up some noodles with the chopsticks and brought them to his mouth. "I added eggs while making the dough. Ah..."
Fu Hanjiang shamefully opened his mouth again. "Ah..."
"Hehe." Sheng Xiangsi's smile widened, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling. "Is it good?"
"Mm." Second Master Fu nodded. The noodles were indeed chewy and bouncy. Very tasty.
He was just curious. How did she know how to make this?
Back then, in the Fu family, she was a pampered young lady, her hands never touching any manual work.
Sheng Xiangsi silently thought that, of course, she was forced to learn this during her years in Philadelphia.
But she still smiled and said, "I learned it from my grandma when I was young."
Second Master Fu praised, "Grandma is amazing. She raised you and taught you many skills."
He took the chopsticks from her, pointed at her bowl. "I'll do it myself. You eat too; it won't taste good if it gets soggy."
"Okay."
For a while, they ate in silence, each lost in their thoughts.
Fu Hanjiang ate quickly, but his manners were still refined, not rough. The big bowl of noodles was soon finished.
"Finished?" Sheng Xiangsi looked up.
"Mm." Fu Hanjiang nodded, taking a napkin to wipe his mouth and leaning back in his chair.
Sheng Xiangsi frowned. "Are you full?"
But she had only made this much, and it was all gone.
"Shall I make you something else..."
She put down her chopsticks and was about to get up.
"Sit down." Fu Hanjiang grabbed her wrist. "Finish your food; I'm almost full."
"Oh..."
Sheng Xiangsi had to sit down, continuing to eat her noodles, occasionally sipping some broth.
She could feel his gaze on her.
The atmosphere was getting awkward.
He had told her to leave, but she didn't. She shamelessly stayed and made noodles to please him.
Now that the noodles were finished, the issue returned to square one...
Would he tell her to leave again? If he did, what should she do?
"Xiangsi."
"Ah?"
Hearing her name, Sheng Xiangsi looked up abruptly, nervously tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Hehe... I'm not finished yet."
Really?
Fu Hanjiang glanced at her bowl. There were only a few sips of broth left.
Clearly a lie. What was she thinking?
He glanced out the window, his long fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. "It's very late..."
His voice trailed off.
Sheng Xiangsi's heart raced. Was he going to tell her to leave?
She stood up suddenly, gathering the bowls and chopsticks as if not understanding his hint. "Yes, it's very late. You should wash up and go to bed."
Fu Hanjiang didn't move, squinting as he watched her clear the table and take the dishes to the kitchen.
Then, he followed her in.
Inside, Sheng Xiangsi placed the dishes in the dishwasher and looked for the detergent pods.
"Don't bother."
Fu Hanjiang sighed almost inaudibly, grabbing her wrist, his brows furrowing. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"Mm?" Sheng Xiangsi was puzzled. "Washing dishes."
"You know..."
Fu Hanjiang gazed at her deeply. "What I mean."
He took a deep breath and asked again, "Do you know what you're doing? Hm?"
"..." Sheng Xiangsi bit her lip and nodded slightly.
Fu Hanjiang's pupils contracted. He pulled her into his arms, one hand holding her chin.
"Kiss me. If you really know, kiss me now, immediately!"
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