Although most women would easily be drawn to a man like Fu Xingzhou, what intrigued her the most was Wen Yang. She knew very well that for Wen Yang to take this step, Fu Xingzhou must have had something exceptional about him. (TL: This is Yu Qing speaking)
Wen Yang gathered her long hair, brushing it to the side, and lazily spoke about the moment that made her heart flutter.
It was that night on the streets of Hong Kong when she was caught in the rain. He had been a gentleman—thoughtful and considerate—silently covering up her awkward moment without a word and escorting her back to the hotel. In that moment, she felt the steadiness of this man.
Yu Qing leaned against the sofa, resting her face on her hand as she looked directly at Wen Yang. “I get it now.”
Wen Yang wasn’t drawn to his looks or his wealth, but rather the sense of stability and care he provided during that phase of her life. Yu Qing poked Wen Yang’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you never told me about this.”
Wen Yang chuckled. “What’s there to say? I was such a mess at the time.”
Yu Qing shot her a glare. “But thinking about it, he really is incredible. He doesn’t even have that inherent male gaze toward women. I’ve heard that wealthy men often treat women like disposable playthings. You’ve heard about this, right?”
Wen Yang thought for a moment. She seemed to have heard something about it, but it didn’t leave much of an impression. Seeing her puzzled expression, Yu Qing explained, “Basically, it’s just another way of demeaning women.”
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Eld Zydt’p qynl qzwpble ale yp pbl rzyuqwzzu pbshle Zw Ckdt.
“R vsze bkx ol pbswze tkhl kv y vau.”
“Mbyv’p talyv. Zsw byhl vbl srvksd vs xshl qsaoyae sa pvlr cynj—kv’p osavb vaukdt.”
Eld Zydt bwxxle kd ytallxldv.
Zw Ckdt pvwekle Eld Zydt qsa y xsxldv clqsal pweeldzu pyukdt, “Zydt Zydt, usw’hl tasod wr.”
Wen Yang was caught off guard. “What makes you say that?”
Yu Qing just smiled, shook her head, and said nothing.
She had simply matured.
It was something visible to the naked eye.
Growth is often silent.
A few years ago, Wen Yang would never have used the word “try” to start a relationship. But now, she would. The fact that she could make this decision meant she knew what she wanted.
She dared to take the leap and was ready to accept any outcome.
Seeing that Yu Qing didn’t respond, Wen Yang yawned again. Yu Qing noticed the slight tears at the corners of her eyes and thought to herself, My Yang Yang is so beautiful. She then tugged at Wen Yang’s hand. “Go take a shower and then get some sleep.”
Wen Yang was indeed feeling sleepy. She got up and asked, “What about you? Still working on your drawings?”
“No, I feel like sleeping early tonight too.”
Wen Yang nodded. “Then I’ll join you after my shower.”
“Okay.”
Half an hour later, Wen Yang returned to bed after her shower, lying down next to Yu Qing as they both drifted into sleep. Yu Qing glanced at Wen Yang’s drowsy expression, scooted a little closer, and thought to herself, I wonder how long Wen Yang will stay by my side…
Sigh—
—
The day after confirming their relationship, Fu Xingzhou had to leave early for a meeting in a neighboring city and wouldn’t return until the afternoon. Meanwhile, Wen Yang was busy at her studio, sketching, meeting clients, and discussing projects without a break.
In the afternoon, she headed to Washington, where the renovation had reached the Putty phase. On her way up, she stopped by a convenience store to buy some bottled water. Inside, Brother Chen Chang and his team were hard at work, all wearing construction hats.
The air was dustier than before. Wen Yang took out her phone, recorded a short video, and sent it to Fu Xingzhou.
Wen Yang: We’ve reached this stage!
Fu Xingzhou was likely busy and didn’t reply immediately. By the time he did, Wen Yang was chatting with Brother Chen Chang. She glanced around and noticed fewer workers than usual.
“Why does it seem like a few workers are missing?” she asked.
Brother Chen Chang took a sip of water and replied, “Some haven’t come in today. Two had family matters and took a few days off. Another one’s mother is hospitalized.”
Wen Yang nodded in understanding. She looked up at the wall and asked, “Which worker is that?”
Chen Chang mentioned a name, and Wen Yang remembered him.
Worried that she might be concerned about delays, Chen Chang reassured her, “Don’t worry, we’ll still finish on time.”
Wen Yang smiled. “I trust you, Brother Chen.”
Chen Chang nodded. He had eaten something heavy at lunch and wasn’t feeling great, so after a brief chat, he hurried off to the restroom.
Meanwhile, Wen Yang noticed a worker applying putty to the wall. The color seemed darker than the rest, which concerned her. She asked the worker about it.
“I thought it looked a bit dark too,” the worker admitted. “But I’m not too sure. You’d have to ask Brother Chen.”
Wen Yang thought for a moment. “Should I go up and check?”
“Sure, I’ll hold the ladder for you.”
“Thanks.”
The height wasn’t too intimidating. Wen Yang quickly climbed up a few steps, gripping the ladder for balance as she took a closer look. Up close, it looked fine, but from afar, it appeared almost black.
Just then, Fu Xingzhou walked in.
The first thing he saw was a woman standing on a ladder, wearing a construction helmet, fully engrossed in examining the wall. She was discussing something with a worker below, asking for a tool. Her fair hands, now covered in dust from the tool, seemed a little out of place—yet undeniably endearing.
The worker holding the ladder turned his head and suddenly noticed a tall, impeccably dressed man standing a few steps behind him. He froze for a moment.
The man’s dark eyes swept over him briefly, exuding an unmistakable air of authority.
The worker had no idea that this was the actual owner of the place—after all, it had always been Secretary Jiang who came to check on the progress before.
Wen Yang finally confirmed that the dark-colored wall was fine. She put down the tool and was about to step down from the ladder when she turned around and saw him. Blinking, she asked, “Why are you here?”
Fu Xingzhou’s voice was soft. “Didn’t you say I don’t even care about my own house?”
Hearing this, Wen Yang’s face heated up. Alright, she had complained a little when she texted him at noon.
The worker beside them turned to look at Fu Xingzhou.
So he was the owner.
Fu Xingzhou stepped forward, stopping in front of the ladder, and reached out his hand. Wen Yang lowered her gaze, looked at him for a few seconds, then lifted her hand and let him gently help her down.
He said, “Don’t climb up for things like this next time. What if you fall?”
Standing firmly on the ground, Wen Yang took off her helmet and looked up at him. “It’s fine, it was just a few steps.”
She handed the helmet to the worker.
The worker, still in shock, hesitated before accepting it. Seeing such an intimate interaction between the owner and Designer Wen, he nervously asked, “Designer Wen, who is this?”
Wen Yang exchanged a glance with Fu Xingzhou. His eyes were deep as he gazed at her.
Wen Yang’s brows curved slightly as she smiled at the worker. “My boyfriend.”
The worker let out a surprised “Ah” and nodded before turning to Fu Xingzhou. “Hello, hello!”
Fu Xingzhou gave a slight nod and reached out to hold Wen Yang’s hand.
Wen Yang quickly pulled away and rubbed her hands together. “They’re dirty.”
Fu Xingzhou glanced at her dusty palms, then took her hand anyway.
“Let’s wash them.”
He added, “Lu Zhan is here. He wants to see you.”
Hearing this, Wen Yang picked up her bag and laptop from the corner. “Does Mr. Lu want to change the design draft?”
Fu Xingzhou: “Mm.”
Holding her hand, he led her out to find a place for her to wash up. There was a convenient sink in the community. Fu Xingzhou held her things while Wen Yang washed her hands, playing with the water a little as she scrubbed.
Seeing this, amusement flickered in Fu Xingzhou’s eyes.
Once she finished, she dried her hands, only to have him take her hand again.
They headed to the parking garage and got into the car. As Fu Xingzhou started the engine, Wen Yang sat in the passenger seat, reviewing Lu Zhan’s draft on her tablet. The sleek black car drove towards a private club—membership-based, requiring financial verification to even qualify for entry.
At the entrance, Fu Xingzhou swiped his card and led Wen Yang upstairs.
On the top floor, he pushed open the silver-gray doors. Inside, Lu Zhan was slicing a honeydew melon. When he saw Fu Xingzhou walking in hand-in-hand with Wen Yang, he clicked his tongue twice. “Wen Yang, long time no see!”
Wen Yang smiled. “Long time no see, Mr. Lu. Do you have any issues with the draft?”
“If I didn’t, would I not be allowed to see you?” Lu Zhan teased.
Wen Yang sighed helplessly. “Of course, you can.”
Fu Xingzhou shot Lu Zhan a glance.
Lu Zhan coughed and carried the plate of melon to the coffee table.
Fu Xingzhou took Wen Yang’s coat and casually hung it up. “Ignore him,” he said.
Wen Yang smiled, eyes curving. “Mm.”
Fu Xingzhou ruffled her hair before leading her to the sofa. Wen Yang opened her tablet and placed it on the coffee table for Lu Zhan to review. Lu Zhan gestured for her to have some melon while he leaned in to examine the draft.
“I wanted to make changes earlier, but since it was the New Year, I didn’t want to disturb you. But wow, just over the holiday, you actually agreed to be with him?” he teased mischievously.
Wen Yang’s ears turned red as she shot him a glare.
Lu Zhan burst into laughter. Seeing her like this was rare. She was clearly more than just a pretty face—there had to be something more about her that captivated Fu Xingzhou.
Ignoring his teasing, Wen Yang pulled out her notebook. “Mr. Lu, I’ll make the changes now. It looks like you only want minor adjustments.”
“Exactly.”
Fu Xingzhou poured her a glass of milk and placed it beside her, then sat next to her. “What do you want for dinner?” he asked.
Wen Yang looked up at him. “You decide.”
Fu Xingzhou nodded.
While Wen Yang revised the draft, Fu Xingzhou and Lu Zhan discussed business. Occasionally, Lu Zhan glanced at Wen Yang, and sometimes, when she was tired and rubbed her neck, she would glance at Fu Xingzhou.
It was the first time Lu Zhan had seen Fu Xingzhou pay such close attention to a woman.
He realized—Fu Xingzhou wasn’t incapable of love; he had just never met the right person.
So—
After dinner and finalizing the draft, Lu Zhan quickly made his exit.
By the time he left, the sky had darkened. Neon lights flickered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Wen Yang closed her laptop and glanced at the man beside her. He was on a call, his fingers casually gliding over the trackpad.
Curious, Wen Yang leaned over for a peek.
Noticing her movement, Fu Xingzhou smoothly shifted the laptop toward her.
She glanced at the screen and was momentarily stunned by the long string of numbers displayed. Quickly, she straightened up, pretending she hadn’t seen anything.
Fu Xingzhou smirked slightly, continuing his call for a moment before hanging up.
When he turned, Wen Yang was lazily leaning back in her chair, propping her face against her hand.
Softly, he asked, “Sleepy again?”
Wen Yang quickly shook her head. “No, I was just shocked by the numbers you were discussing.”
Fu Xingzhou’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Just numbers. If the deal doesn’t close, they mean nothing.”
“Oh,” Wen Yang murmured.
She looked beautiful in her relaxed state—soft, unguarded, a little lazy.
Fu Xingzhou watched her for a few seconds, then gently pulled her wrist, bringing her into his embrace. Wen Yang hesitated briefly before resting against his chest.
His voice was low. “I’m heading back to Hong Kong tomorrow.”
“I’ll be back in a week.”
Leaning against his chest, Wen Yang looked up at him. Their gazes locked. She nodded. “Mm.”
He had a faint sandalwood scent, blending subtly with the fragrance of her hair.
Fu Xingzhou looked at her and said, “I’ll try to shift my focus to Nancheng in the future.”
Wen Yang was momentarily surprised. “That’s not necessary. You should focus on your work. You don’t have to change things just for me.”
Fu Xingzhou tightened his hold around her waist. “Can you handle a long-distance relationship?”
Wen Yang tilted her head back and nodded.
Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow.
He had hoped she would say no. But he knew—her rationality outweighed her emotions now, and he accepted it.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Fu Xingzhou let go of Wen Yang and stood up to answer it. Wen Yang’s heartbeat was still racing from his closeness. She peeked over the chair’s back and saw Jiang Yue at the door.
Fu Xingzhou rolled up his sleeves and took a box from Jiang Yue, then closed the door and walked back over.
He looked at Wen Yang. “Turn around.”
She blinked. “Why?”
Still, she obediently turned.
Fu Xingzhou opened the ornate box and took out a diamond necklace. He reached forward, placing it around her neck. The cool sensation on her skin made Wen Yang glance down—it was a stunning heart-shaped diamond necklace.
Fu Xingzhou fastened it and murmured, “I bought it a while ago. I wanted to give it to you before the New Year, but I was afraid you wouldn’t accept it.”
“But now—the timing is just right.”
Sansukini: I started a new translation. I would appreciate if you could add it to your read later list. It’s a 70’s/80’s era rebirth novel. It’s written by the same author of Bai Fumei in the 70’s. Click the title link for the chapters.
I also finished a novel last week, please check it out **I’ll Share the Bed with You**
In her past life, due to an unexpected drowning accident, Ye Qingshui, a village girl, was forced to marry a male educated youth from the city who had no choice but to wed her to quell the rumors. However, married life was far from the happiness she had imagined.
The man divorced her in order to return to his hometown, leaving her with nothing, even losing her child.
Reborn and given another chance, Ye Qingshui has realized the truth—if a man wants to leave, let him roll away as far as he pleases.
Wait, not so fast! Before he goes, there’s still that little child who has yet to arrive—her precious baby.
A naive but beautiful village girl VS a wealthy and handsome man who was set up in marriage
- A sweet romance with a focus on food, 1V1, and really fragrant face-slapping moments.
- The male lead was never a scumbag in both lives.
- Why the ML left her was a mystery, there were a lot of things she didn’t know but would understand later.
Tags: Food, Rebirth, Healing, Sweet Romance, Historical Setting, 70’s era
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I’ll share a bed with you, was so good ! I enjoyed every chapter.
Long distance relationship is not the best in my point of view.
Thanks. I enjoyed that one as well. I hope ypu enjoy this one too. They won’t be in a long distance relationship for long, he’s compromising to spend more time with her.