A group of people arrived by the Crescent Moon Lake—couples, solo travelers, and close friends, all holding lotus lanterns as they walked down, laughing and chatting. The spot where Wen Yang and Fu Xingzhou stood suddenly became a little more crowded. A cool breeze blew gently. Fu Xingzhou glanced at them, then at the woman in front of him. Wen Yang tilted her head slightly to look at them too, then withdrew her gaze and said, “I want to see the photos you took before.”
She had actually wanted to see them for a while.
But she held back. Photography can be quite personal—it represents a certain period in the photographer’s life, a specific place they visited, a particular mood or experience.
And since Fu Xingzhou almost never posted on social media, Wen Yang had no idea about his photography skills. But since she had chosen to give this a try with him, she also wanted to get to know him better in different ways.
“Can I see them?”
She asked again.
Fu Xingzhou looked at her. “Of course.”
He took her hand and led her up the steps. Wen Yang lifted the hem of her dress and followed, asking, “Where do you keep your photos? Cloud storage or a USB drive?”
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Wen Yang focused on the photos and commented, “So you grew up in Hong Kong?”
Fu Xingzhou gave a soft mm.
“My dad founded Qingzhou in Hong Kong. My mom is from there too.”
Wen Yang nodded. “I see.”
He didn’t seem to enjoy photographing people much. The only human figure in the album was a side profile of someone—probably him—wearing a school uniform, standing under a tree, twisting off the cap of a water bottle. He wasn’t looking at the camera, but even from a distance, his profile was striking, though cool and detached.
Wen Yang pointed at the photo. “Is that you?”
“Mm.”
“Who took it?”
“Fu Bin. I skipped school and went back home.”
Wen Yang suddenly remembered the guy who had the WeChat username “666.” She smiled. “He took it pretty well.”
Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow.
“You think so? It’s just okay.”
Wen Yang thought it was quite good, but maybe it just wasn’t his preferred style—too youthful and sunny for his taste. Fu Xingzhou continued flipping through more pictures, and Wen Yang leaned over to look at them.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulder in soft waves.
Fu Xingzhou held the tablet in one hand and gently gathered her hair with the other.
The warm-toned interior light of the car illuminated them. Wen Yang felt his large hand carefully gathering her hair, its warmth lingering, and she didn’t resist. His quiet, gentlemanly gestures made her feel at ease.
After they finished looking through the photos, Wen Yang let out a small yawn. Fu Xingzhou noticed the slight glisten at the corner of her eyes. “Sleepy?”
Wen Yang nodded.
“Let’s head back.” He put the tablet back into the slot, paused for a moment, then took it out again and made some quick changes before handing it to her. “Change it to a password you’re familiar with, so you can access it easily next time.”
Wen Yang took the tablet, slightly surprised. After a few seconds, she murmured an “oh” and entered her birthday as the password—easy to remember. She looked up at him. “Is that okay?”
Fu Xingzhou glanced at the tablet in her hands and smirked slightly. “It’s fine. That’s your birthday?”
Wen Yang nodded.
Fu Xingzhou said, “I’ll remember that.”
Wen Yang held the tablet. “You already remembered it, didn’t you? When did you memorize it?”
Fu Xingzhou looked at her. “Your birthday is easy to remember. I saw it when we signed the contract.”
Wen Yang suddenly recalled—when they signed the design contract, her ID card was on the document. He must have noticed her birthday then. But she hadn’t memorized his.
She thought to herself—she’d make sure to remember it when they got back.
She was momentarily lost in thought, her dazed expression still beautiful. Fu Xingzhou wiped away a tear that had formed at the corner of her eye. “You can stay in the backseat. If you’re sleepy, just nap here. No need to move to the front.”
He got out of the car and moved to the driver’s seat.
Wen Yang could still feel the lingering warmth of his touch. She settled into the backseat but didn’t put the tablet away. She casually tapped on the screen and entered her birthday as the password—it unlocked instantly.
She really was a bit sleepy now. Leaning against the seat, she yawned twice.
When they arrived at the Yage residence, the coupe came to a stop.
Fu Xingzhou glanced at the rearview mirror—she had dozed off, her head tilted slightly to the side.
Her phone, placed beside her, vibrated softly with a message from what seemed to be her close friend.
Fu Xingzhou stepped out of the car, opened the backseat door, and bent down to carry her. As he looked at her sleeping face—
Just like that day.
Soft and peaceful.
The phone was still ringing, relentless and unceasing. Fu Xingzhou reached out, picked it up, and answered the call.
On the other end, Yu Qing asked, “Yangyang, are you still not back yet?”
“She’s here. I’ll take her upstairs. Open the door.”
The deep, clear voice of a man came through the phone. Yu Qing froze for a second, recognizing that it was Fu Xingzhou. She quickly responded, “Oh, okay, got it, President Fu.”
After hanging up, Fu Xingzhou bent down again and carried Wen Yang out of the car. With his long legs, he smoothly kicked the car door shut and strode towards the Yage residential complex.
It was around the same time as before.
Yu Qing had already opened the door and was waiting at the entrance.
As soon as the elevator doors slid open, she saw the tall man stepping out, carrying Wen Yang in his arms. She took a step forward and asked, “Did she get drunk again?”
“She didn’t drink, just fell asleep.”
Fu Xingzhou replied as he carried Wen Yang inside. Just like last time, he placed her down on the couch. As soon as he did, Wen Yang stirred awake. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze instantly.
Fu Xingzhou brushed aside a few strands of her hair and said, “Awake?”
Being so close to him right after waking up, with the drowsiness still lingering in her eyes, Wen Yang felt her face heat up. She mumbled, “I fell asleep in the car?”
Fu Xingzhou gave a soft mm in response.
With his fingertips, he gently pushed aside her bangs, then bent down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “Go wash up and get some rest. Goodnight.”
Wen Yang looked at him and nodded.
Yu Qing, watching this scene from the side, was utterly stunned.
After Fu Xingzhou left, she rushed over to the couch and stared at Wen Yang. By now, Wen Yang was more awake, hugging a throw pillow as she met Yu Qing’s gaze. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Yu Qing suddenly flopped onto the couch, scooting closer and staring intensely. “You said yes to him?”
Wen Yang nodded.
Yu Qing blinked. “You’re not going to test him a bit more?”
Wen Yang shook her head. “Test him for what?”
Yu Qing was momentarily speechless.
Yeah… test him for what?
They were completely different men. Looking at it now, Wen Yang had met Fu Xingzhou at a more mature stage in her life. And clearly, Fu Xingzhou was also more mature.
He wasn’t some young boy from school, nor was he an ambitious young man just starting out in society. He was at an entirely different stage in life—on a different level.
Yu Qing studied Wen Yang and finally asked, “I’m curious—what exactly made you fall for him?”
Sansukini: He’s handsome, rich and gentle (entirely my own opinion)
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I would fell for him too. He is gentle and patience. He has wisdom for real ! Not only that, but he knows when to start and when to stop. Furthermore, he has boundaries. My type of man !!!!