This blog was something she had stumbled upon back when they were newly married and living in the old house. At the time, she had wanted to get to know Fu Xingzhou better, so she registered a blog account specifically to follow him.
Later, she realized it was just an abandoned account. The photos and posts were all from over ten years ago—mainly photography works.
After marriage, she never noticed any sign that he was interested in photography. After following the account for a while without updates, she stopped logging in. If the blog hadn’t suddenly pushed a post tonight and she happened to see it, she would’ve completely forgotten about its existence.
Women’s intuition, as they say, is strong.
He had resumed activity on that blog, his private space—and the first photo he posted was of Wen Yang.
When a man starts documenting a woman, his feelings have already deepened. That woman has surely left a mark in his life—especially when that man is Fu Xingzhou.
Li Man stared at the woman in his photo.
She was asleep.
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“Sleep,” he said softly. “But let’s change your dress first. Can you sit up?”
Wen Yang nodded… then shook her head. Seeing this, Fu Xingzhou didn’t ask again. He simply helped her out of her long dress. In her sleepy haze, the moment he started removing it, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
It was a subconscious act. Fu Xingzhou’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his gaze to look at her.
A few seconds later, he leaned down and kissed her lips. Even in her dreamy state, she instinctively responded. Her body, so fair and soft, lay in his hands. The bitterness that had once lingered on his tongue was gone.
Only a faint sweetness remained.
Some time later, her hair was damp against her back. Fu Xingzhou helped her into the nightgown, wiped the sweat from her neck, and she cuddled into his neck again. He gently coaxed her, “Tomorrow, okay?”
Wen Yang’s breathing was erratic, but she softly hummed in agreement. Fu Xingzhou didn’t want her cold to worsen. No matter how high the air conditioner was set, a night like this would leave anyone drenched in sweat. Then she’d have to shower anyway.
After coaxing her back to sleep,
Fu Xingzhou got up, unbuttoned his shirt, and headed into the bathroom. Sweat slid down his neck as he moved.
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The next morning,
Wen Yang woke up in Fu Xingzhou’s arms, sweaty but feeling much lighter. The heaviness in her body had lessened. Her lingering cold had persisted mainly because she’d been staying up late recently. She sniffled and burrowed further into his arms. Half-awake, Fu Xingzhou wrapped his arms around her waist and asked softly, “Feeling better?”
Wen Yang nodded. “A bit better. I can breathe through my nose now.”
He reached out to smooth her damp hair. “Sleep a little more. It’s still early.”
“Mm,” she murmured.
She drifted off again. Fu Xingzhou watched her sleep, then glanced at the time—it was about 5:30 a.m. He got up to wash up. On his phone, he noticed a blog notification.
Someone had visited his blog.
After a few seconds of looking at it, he changed the privacy settings—friends only.
After washing up, he went out to exercise. The room now carried a faint fragrance—Wen Yang’s scent. The once cold, impersonal master bedroom now held many of her things. By the window sat two handbags brought back from Paris—gifts from Qiu Pei to Wen Yang. Fu Xingzhou had brought them back with him this time.
Wen Yang, still in her second round of sleep, got a couple more hours. When she woke again, her body felt much more comfortable. She got out of bed, tied up her hair, grabbed clothes from the dressing room, and took a shower.
Refreshed, she opened the door to look for Fu Xingzhou.
He was sitting on the sofa in a video call. When he saw her come out, he said, “She’s awake.”
Wen Yang stepped out into the hallway. Fu Xingzhou looked at her and motioned for her to come over. She caught a glimpse of Qiu Pei on the screen and walked over. “Auntie.”
Qiu Pei was wearing delicate makeup and sitting on her own couch. Seeing Wen Yang, her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Wen Yang.”
Wen Yang smiled back. “Auntie…”
She paused, then gently asked, “You haven’t gone to bed yet?”
It was around 1 a.m. in Paris.
Qiu Pei replied with a smile, “I just got back from the office. Come closer, let me take a look at you.”
Wen Yang leaned in further, resting her arms on the back of the chair. She had tied her hair into a bun that day, still with a butterfly bow at the back. Her curved brows and gentle smile looked lovely. “Auntie, you should go to bed early.”
Qiu Pei chuckled. “Mm, I’ll sleep after chatting with you for a bit.”
“Why are you up so early?” she asked. “It’s only around eight.”
Wen Yang, still leaning on the chair, looked a little lazy. “I went to bed really early last night.”
“Early sleep is good,” Qiu Pei said.
“You too, Auntie,” Wen Yang replied.
Qiu Pei got up to remove her makeup. “I’m going to take it off now.”
As she removed her makeup, she chatted with Wen Yang. Wen Yang remembered that Qiu Pei had just gotten out of the hospital, yet she was already back at the office. After removing her makeup, her complexion looked pale. Wen Yang glanced at Fu Xingzhou.
He explained quietly, “She went in to wrap things up.”
Wen Yang nodded in understanding.
While removing her eye makeup, Qiu Pei said, “Wen Yang, don’t worry. I’ll be resting starting tomorrow. I had to wear makeup today—my face is so pale it would scare people at the office.”
Wen Yang let out an “oh” and felt reassured.
Fu Xingzhou had told her just last night that Qiu Pei would rest. Yet here she was, already made up and working.
Once her makeup was fully removed, Qiu Pei couldn’t hold back her fatigue. She yawned, and Wen Yang quickly urged her to rest. Qiu Pei smiled and said, “Alright, I’ll listen to Wen Yang.”
After ending the video call,
Fu Xingzhou stood and led Wen Yang to breakfast. Wen Yang mumbled, “I feel like Auntie doesn’t take great care of herself either.”
He explained, “Uncle Chen is keeping an eye on her. There were some tasks left unfinished. It’s easier to hand things over once she wraps up those parts.”
Wen Yang nodded in understanding.
They sat down for breakfast. After eating, Fu Xingzhou dropped Wen Yang off at her studio. She was carrying her laptop, and as she walked in, she saw Yu Qing staring at a webpage in a daze.
Wen Yang peeked at the screen.
It was an architectural design competition in Nancheng. The city planned to build a flower conservatory at the foot of Fengyuan Mountain. The project was open to all designers in Nancheng. While the prize money wasn’t large, it was a great opportunity for design studios to gain recognition.
Nancheng was already known as a garden city, and this conservatory would be the first of its kind there—likely to become a landmark.
Wen Yang put down her laptop and asked, “Are you thinking of entering?”
Yu Qing jumped. “Ah! You scared me. You walked in without a sound!”
Wen Yang laughed. “You were just too focused.”
Yu Qing threw down the pen in her hand, leaned back against the chair, and said, “I’m hesitating whether or not to enter.”
Wen Yang scooted her chair over, leaned over to take a look, and said, “If you want to enter, just do it. This is a good opportunity.”
Yu Qing scratched her head. “I’ve never done this kind of project before. We studied it back in school, but after graduation I dove straight into interior design, so I haven’t practiced this area much.”
Wen Yang looked at her and said, “It probably isn’t that hard. If you don’t feel confident doing it alone, I’ll do it with you.”
Yu Qing turned to look at Wen Yang.
Wen Yang smiled.
Yu Qing reached out and pinched Wen Yang’s cheek, saying, “Then I’ll seriously think about it. If we do it, we’ll go in together.”
Wen Yang agreed.
A few days later.
Yu Qing registered for the flower house design competition, and while checking the list, she noticed that Yun Ran Studio had also entered. Clicking her tongue, she said, “What a small world, huh? Enemies always cross paths.”
Wen Yang adjusted her glasses and said, “We’re doing our own thing. Don’t worry about them.”
“True.”
Li Man sat at an outdoor café table, scrolling on her phone. She tried to access Fu Xingzhou’s blog but couldn’t get into his profile anymore. She tried twice, then abruptly set her phone down and took a sip of coffee.
Qin Mu, wearing sunglasses and carrying a handbag, pulled out a chair and sat down, fanning herself. “It’s so hot! It’s only April—why is it so hot already?”
Li Man glanced at her. “If you wear any more layers, you could pass for being in winter.”
Qin Mu pouted and took off her jacket, hanging it on the back of her chair. “I bought this jacket specifically to deal with this damn spring weather.”
Li Man sipped her coffee without replying.
Qin Mu looked at her, leaned closer to the table, and asked with a smile, “Did you see just now?”
Li Man looked at her. “See what?”
“Your President Cheng’s parents. They just moved into the Intercontinental Hotel. Gosh, they were carrying all these plants and flowers when they arrived, with soil still clinging to them. Looked like they came straight from the countryside.”
“Don’t tell me they brought them for you?”
Li Man looked at Qin Mu but said nothing.
Qin Mu took a sip of coffee and said, “I don’t mean to keep poking at you, but you should know better than anyone—you’ve climbed so far and worked so hard to get to where you are. And now, look at you—you’re starting to backslide.”
Li Man set down her cup and said, “That’s not what you said back then.”
Qin Mu looked up and adjusted her sunglasses. “In our circle, one or two flings are pretty normal, right? No need to take them so seriously.”
Li Man pressed her lips together tightly.
Qin Mu glanced at her and said, “Cheng Yanyu’s great—he can give you love. But besides love, what else can he give you?”
Sansukini: This Qin Mu is a bad friend and Li Man was a fool to listen to her. Anyways, “You can give a drunk a hundred ideas, but the drunk has his own.” So her own actions were of her own volitions.
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