Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

spoke softly, his words and the sense of helplessness they conveyed were heard by Qin Shu.

She stiffened.
Fu Tingyu’s words were molten chocolate against her skin, whispering honeyed promises as they wound their way around her neck and between her ears.

She shuddered.

In response, Fu Tingyu cupped her chin with his slender fingers, lifting it to meet his lips.
A haze of warmth sent tingles across her skin.
She did not even have the time to react before their lips were locked in a passionate kiss.

Even Fu Tingyu was confused by his actions.
Why did he have the sudden urge to kiss her?

At first, his kiss was a cautious probe, but it quickly devolved from there.

It was at this moment that the realisation hit him.

He missed her.
He missed her warmth, the spicy taste of her lips, the balmy scent of her body; he missed everything about her.

He could feel her skin against his, smooth and as clear as water.

Hah… It required no effort to love her, to keep falling in love with her.
It was an enterprise he would never tire of reliving.

Qin Shu felt every molecule of oxygen draining from her lungs, her mind slowing to a crawl.

It was a while later before Fu Tingyu released Qin Shu.
“Babe, let bygones be bygones.
Let’s not talk about the past anymore.
Alright?”

Qin Shu remained silent.

Fu Tingyu called out, anxious.
“Babe.”

Qin Shu did not meet his eyes.
The room was as dark as a moonless night, and she could not make out her surroundings very well.
The air was heavy with the cloying smell of his minty breath and shower foam.

Uneasy, she asked, “With everything you have said, do I owe you a debt of gratitude?”

Fu Tingyu nearly laughed out loud upon hearing Qin Shu’s question.
However, he managed to check himself, not wanting to arouse her ire.
Reigniting her anger towards him was the last thing he wished.
“Even if you do owe me a debt of gratitude, it’s in the past.
You are my wife.
Our lives have been joined together as husband and wife – the marriage certificate is proof! There is nothing more that needs to be said.”

Qin Shu snorted coldly.
“You still have the cheek to mention our marriage certificate? You should be clear who went to collect the certificate and who was carried there against her will.”

Every time she thought about the marriage certificate, she was reminded of how Fu Tingyu manhandled her from Bright Garden to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

It sounded like something out of a fairy tale: The great King of the Mountain kidnapping a damsel he fancied from some rural village.

“The process is not important.
It is the result that matters most.
There can be no dispute that you are not my wife.” A weighty solemnity hung about Fu Tingyu’s words.
It was no different from him claiming ownership over her – as if she was merely an object.

Qin Shu’s face darkened.
She could not believe he still had the audacity to parade that piece of information around so shamelessly.

She tried shoving him away, but he refused to let go.
He was too strong.
With nothing else she could do, Qin Shu chose to ignore him.

Perhaps it was not the best course of action as Fu Tingyu tightened his hold around her.

“Fu Tingyu, let go of me.” She hissed forlornly.

“Babe, if I could do it all over again, I would not have employed such means.
I would have done everything in my power to endear myself to you, to make you accept me.
Marriage would have followed naturally, and we could have children of our own.
I didn’t have the time.
I needed you to stay by my side.
I don’t ask for forgiveness, and I’d accept your anger and hatred with open arms.
You can shun me, but I won’t let you abandon me.”

Qin Shu’s struggle slowed, her movements coming to a standstill.

She did not want to start all over again.
She did not wish for a future she could not predict.

But did she have a choice in the matter?

“Babe.” Fu Tingyu growled.

Compared to his tenderness from before, his voice now sounded deep and guttural.

He had her coiled around her fingers, like a ball of yarn being toyed by a cat.
She was powerless in front of him.

Fu Tingyu caressed her silken black hair, dragging his fingers through its soft, cascading falls, like petals catching the tiny drops of morning dew.

It was intoxicating.

In her dazed state, Qin Shu could barely make out the rest of his words.

… Now that she was almost five months pregnant, she could…

She could not think straight.
Fu Tingyu was depriving her of oxygen again, slowing her reactions and masking his intent.

It was not until he made a move that she finally understood the words he had spoken under his breath.

“You hoodlum!” She cursed.

Fu Tingyu laughed heartily, not caring in the least that Qin Shu apprehended his intentions.
“Babe, do you know how much I’ve missed you? I’ve thought of you every single day for the past month, dreaming of having you in my arms again.
There were times I thought I was going crazy without you around.
I won’t let you disappear again.
I won’t let things end the way they did on Mount Qi.
Never again will you disappear without a trace!”

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