Chapter 709: He’s My Man

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Clearly seeing the fleeting despair and hurt in Fu Qingli’s eyes, Shen Xi’s heart sank for a moment. Was Fu Qingli hurt by her words? Did she bruise his ego that bad?

‘With a much softer voice, Fu Qingli cooed her. “Come down.”

“Tcan do it myself. Give me some space.” Shen Xi was confident with her athletic dexterity. She could easily make a safe landing from the height of two floors. No big deal.

To her dismay, her grip slipped before she could get ready for the jump. She closed her eyes while her body lost control in the fall.

Caught off guard by her sudden free fall, Fu Qingli charged forward and reached out to catch her. However, he tumbled onto the ground with her in his arms.

Shen Xi’s weight was pressing on him after the catch and tumble. Oh, the embarrassment found her trying to dig a hole and bury herself in it. ‘I’m sorry.”

Fu Qingli appeared as callous as always. “You put yourself at risk just to get to him?”

Li Yuan, the b*stard, did not deserve her!

Shen Xi stopped playing dumb. Unhappy with his tone, she was in full-on defensive mode. “He’s my man.”

Fu Qingli scowled as rage burned in the depth of his eyes. Since a harsh language was out of the question toward Shen Xi, he looked daggered at Li Yuan.

Li Yuan nodded back and smiled.

The smile was provocative in Fu Qingli’s eyes. Godd*mnit! Had he located his little sister sooner, Fu Qingli would never have let her get involved with Li Yuan.

Yet now, everything was a foregone conclusion. There was no turning back time even if he was unhappy or against it. All he could do was hate himself for not finding her and bring her home earlier as that gave Li Yuan the chance to swoop in.

Standing up, Shen Xi asked Fu Qingli, ‘You aren’t going to tell anyone, right?”

Fu Qingli pulled himself together. “What do you want me to do?”

Shen Xi replied, “Don’t tell anyone.”

Fu Qingli hissed through clenched teeth. “Sure.”

With that, he turned to leave.

‘What could he do? Whatever he did seemed to only annoy her. This was not the first time Fu Qingli saw Shen Xi and Li Yuan together. He even saw them share a room on the day he waited the whole night at the hotel lobby.

“Hang on.” Shen Xi stopped him and cried, “You’re injured.”

‘With downcast eyes, Fu Qingli noticed along cut on his left arm. He was slit by the tree branches when he caught her. Although blood was dripping along his fingers, he remained calm. “I’m fine.”

“Let’s get you bandaged.” Shen Xi had given up on looking for her pillow to sleep. There was no way that was happening now. Never mind. There would always be time.

There was no chance in hell she could ever sleep in the same room as Li Yuan, be it in Fu residence or her home. Oh, how she wished to get her marriage license soon. She could then rightfully sleep with him.

Without a word, Fu Qingli hastened his pace.

Looking back at Li Yuan, Shen Xi snuffled in grievance and waved. “Get some sleep, Brother. I’m going to check on him.”

Li Yuan nodded and watched the girl run after Fu Qingli. He waited until she disappeared out of sight before closing the window. He turned around and was fixated on the door but decided against going out.

Since Fu Qingli was injured saving his fair lady, Li Yuan was willing to give him a chance.

Once an attending doctor at Fu residence, Shen Xi knew where the medical kit was. Soon, she returned with a first-aid kit. Kneeling by Fu Qingli, she took out some cotton and rubbing alcohol to treat his injury.

‘The cut was not deep, but there were fragments of twigs and leaves from the branches. She had to clear them bit by bit.

Lowering his gaze, Fu Qingli observed the girl at work. It hit him that she was just as serious and focused when she came to provide medical attention to Mom.

At the time, he gave her quite the attitude.

Many a time, he wondered if things would be different if the clock could be rewound. Nevertheless, he knew that it would not make a difference because he would be his same self.

The pair remained silent.

The TV was still broadcasting National Idol in the background.

‘With the TV playing the scene where Shen Xi gave her comments, Fu Qingli suddenly opened his mouth. “Do you like Ye Weiyang?”

Taken aback by the sudden question, Shen Xi’s hand shook and laid on him too hard. She was quick to apologize. ‘Im sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you.’

Fu Qingli shook his head. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Shen Xi pursed her lips without saying a thing. How could it not hurt when his body was made of flesh? If Fu Qingxuan was in his shoes, he would have screamed the roof down. With that in mind, her heart suddenly went out to him.

“You showed a lot of interest in Ye Weiyang.” Fu Qingli went back to the first topic.

The attention she gave Ye Weiyang was incredible, as though she knew Ye Weiyang would make it right from the start. Ye Weiyang appeared to be an average and ordinary girl at the beginning.

“She’s a great girl but lacks confidence. People need assurance and encouragement. Shen Xi was aware that she could not fool Fu Qingli despite how meticulous her disguises were. Fu Qingli knew from the beginning that she was Mr. Xixi.

“Yes.” Fu Qingli responded and added. “You’re a great girl too.”

His remark out of nowhere threw Shen Xi in for a loop. Why did the conversation involve her? What was great about her? She was nothing short of evil in his eyes.

Fortunately, Fu Qingli laid off the topic after the comment. He began talking to her about National Idol, the contestants, and the mentors.

He had no interest in these people, but his mind was blank for any conversation starters. Fu Qingli was content just to get any bit of interaction with her.

Shen Xi did not think much of it. Still, she was curious about his enthusiasm for the show. After a chat, she inquired, “Is your company expanding to talent shows?”

It was not a secret that the Fu family’s business in the entertainment world was doing well. Qingye was the face of the company and one of the most successful artists. Besides, there were a lot of up-and-coming Chinese artists lately. The Fu family’s company packaged them and pushed these artists to the

global stage.

“We’re thinking about that. Do you have any suggestions to share?” The thought never crossed Fu Qingli’s mind. However, he might as well go with the flow to get the conversation going.

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