Sang Qiao swallowed the sour orange in his mouth and then, with a serious expression, calculated the money in his own tiny treasury.
He was distressed to find out that he might not even be able to afford the compensation for Fu's employees' unemployment, let alone Fu Xingzhou's own dividend.
The financially-strapped Sang Qiao silently cursed Fu Xingzhou in his heart before moving closer to Fu Xingzhou with a small wooden stool in hand. "So, should I stay here to keep you company? I can serve you tea, help you to the bathroom, and so on."
The stool was short and small, and Sang Qiao sat on it obediently, his long legs curled up, his face looking unusually gentle and obedient.
A burning sensation, both anxious and agitated, slowly spread through his entire being, overwhelming even the pain from his abdominal wound.
Fu Xingzhou's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he spoke in a low voice, "You still have to record programs, can you spare the time to stay with me?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Right.
Fu Xingzhou was unaware that the production team had asked him to leave.
However, this matter wasn't crucial, whether or not Fu Xingzhou knew about it.
What's important was the issue involving Yi Chu's previous words about Fang Yuzhou and Zhuang Hui...
Sang Qiao, in front of him, seemed to have lost focus.
Fu Xingzhou furrowed his brows slightly. "Since you haven't made up your mind yet, just put it off for now."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao: "???"
Huh?
Sang Qiao snapped out of his reverie. "Put it off?"
Fu Xingzhou looked composed. "I don't lack money, and you can't spare the time. Let's talk about it later."
Sang Qiao: "Oh..."
Sang Qiao felt slightly relieved that he no longer had to compensate with his own money.
Well, even though Fu Xingzhou had a bit of male chauvinism and always thought he had the best digestion in the world, didn't like to smile, and often had a blank expression on his face.
But he wasn't angry and didn't make things difficult for him.
He was truly a good person.
This makes Sang Qiao feel even more that as a legitimate marriage partner for Fu Xingzhou, he cannot mess around outside his back.
It's okay not to know before, but now that I know about myself and Fang Yuzhou, as well as the inexplicable cp formed with Zhuang Hui, Sang Qiao always feels that this is not good.
So, Sang Qiao leaned his head on Fu Xingzhou's bed with both hands supporting it for a while, and decided to confess generously.
He pursed his lips, reached one hand into the soft quilt on Fu Xingzhou's bed, and secretly pulled his little finger: "Fu Xingzhou, are you feeling good now?"
The slender finger continued to play in Fu Xingzhou's palm, and was finally pressed by Fu Xingzhou in the palm, without any change in tone: "Just had surgery, and there is still a lot of work in the company. Qiao Qiao, how do you think my mood is?"
Sang Qiao: "......"
That's it.
Just say if it's not good.
Sang Qiao regretted a bit and tried to retract his hand, but Fu Xingzhou held it tightly and did not succeed in withdrawing for a long time.
Fu Xingzhou's fingers brushed over Sang Qiao's fingertips imperceptibly under the quilt, and then rubbed over the fragile wrist bone: "What's wrong?"
Sang Qiao swallowed and said, "If I tell you something that makes you even more unhappy, will you hit me?"
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Fu Xingzhou's expression darkened: "Sang Qiao, who gave you the wrong idea that I would hit you?"
Sang Qiao straightforwardly said, "Yi Chu!"
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Sang Qiao dutifully repeated Yi Chu's words.
Then folding his hands together, he bowed to Fu Xingzhou, "If you want to divorce me in the future, just give me a divorce agreement, and I will sign it obediently. Don't put me in a sack and throw it into the lake! I've had a hard time growing up..."
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Fu Xingzhou sighed deeply, leaned against the head of the bed, and slowly said, "I won't hit you, so speak. What's the matter?"
Sang Qiao got the assurance and finally became a bit bolder. He sat upright on a small stool, "Actually, it's not a big deal... but since we are married, I feel like I should tell you about it."
Fu Xingzhou rubbed his forehead: "Go on."
Sang Qiao: "Do you know Fang Yuzhou?"
Fu Xingzhou: "!"
There was a chill in Fu Xingzhou's eyes.
However, Sang Qiao had no idea about what had happened before this, and had not watched the first episode.
He also had no idea about Fu Xingzhou's previous actions: "Oh, you definitely won't know... he's a trainee on my show."
Sang Qiao thought for a moment, and added, "He's very outstanding, he got all A's in the first round of competition, and he looks good too."
Fu Xingzhou's face became even more grim: "What about him?"
Sang Qiao chose his words carefully, "Um, we danced together before, and after the video of the dance seemed to have been leaked, many people saw it."
Fu Xingzhou interrupted Sang Qiao: "The dance video, it got leaked?"
Sang Qiao blinked, "Yeah."
A flash of gloom passed through Fu Xingzhou's brows, and he said softly, "And then?"
Sang Qiao touched his nose, "Well, now there are a lot of people joking about me and him online... it's just netizens making a fuss, you don't need to bother about it."
Fu Xingzhou smiled, nonchalantly, "Don't need to bother?"
Sang Qiao nodded, "Yeah, it's just netizens making a fuss, it has nothing to do with us, it will pass once it loses its flare."
No emotions were discerned from Fu Xingzhou's expression, and he remained silent.
Sang Qiao had already admitted half of the crime, so he rubbed his hands and brought up Zhuang Hui as well: "Oh, and there's also Zhuang Hui..."
Fu Xingzhou: "?"
Fu Xingzhou's face had completely darkened, and his voice turned cold, "Zhuang Kaicheng's son?"
Sang Qiao was surprised, "Huh? You know him?"
Fu Xingzhou leaned back against the head of the bed and closed his eyes, "I don't."
Sang Qiao: "Oh..."
It was getting late.
Sang Qiao glanced at Fu Xingzhou quietly and felt that he seemed to have lost interest, hesitating whether to tell him the rest of what happened.
After all, the two of them didn't have the status of a proper couple...
Moreover, Fu Xingzhou was still a big boss, and probably had no interest in such minor matters.
Sang Qiao licked his lips and was about to keep quiet.
Then he saw Fu Xingzhou close his eyes and open them again, looking at him, "What about Zhuang Hui?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
The performance of the Kuangqiao's Taiko drum was caught off guard, and he had to dryly say, "It's... that shirt I wanted before, do you still remember? It's the one in peacock blue."
Fu Xingzhou casually responded, "Hmm."
Then Kuangqiao said, "That clothes, I accidentally spilled milk tea on him when I was drinking it. I couldn't buy it in a lot of stores, so..."
Fu Xingzhou raised his eyes slightly and said coldly, "So you let me find an identical one for you to compensate him?"
Kuangqiao was afraid that Fu Xingzhou would go along with Yi Chu's suggestion and throw her into the lake, so she silently got up from the stool, hanging her head, "I'm sorry."
Fu Xingzhou turned his face, stared at Kuangqiao for a few seconds, and then said, "And then?"
Kuangqiao frowned her delicate little face, "Then, I took the remaining clothes to wear for the show... and there happened to be one that was the same style but a different color from his."
Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow.
Kuangqiao stood up straight like a guilty primary school student, "Netizens found out that we wore the same style... but that clothes was just something I picked up. I've already sold it on idle fish for a hundred yuan! It's sold out!"
Fu Xingzhou said, "So?"
Having explained all the criminal causes, processes, and results, Kuangqiao said, "Ah?"
There was no sign of delight or anger on Fu Xingzhou's face, and even the previous gloom was gone. He said calmly, "You didn't tell me when you were dancing with Fang Yuzhou, nor did you tell me when you were finding clothes for Zhuang Hui. Now you come to tell me, Kuangqiao, what do you mean?"
Kuangqiao opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.
Fu Xingzhou's voice was cold and indifferent, "Do you like Fang Yuzhou or Zhuang Hui?"
Kuangqiao: "???"
This misunderstanding is too big!
Kuangqiao firmly denied, "I don't like him!"
Fu Xingzhou withdrew his gaze from Kuangqiao and said, "Oh?"
Fu Xingzhou paused meaningfully for two seconds, "Then who are you married to?"
Kuangqiao was speechless.
Kuangqiao was in despair, sat back on the stool, and shifted blame, "You said it! Don't get angry."
Fu Xingzhou lightly curved the corner of his mouth, "I only said I wouldn't hit you."
Kuangqiao: "..."
Kuangqiao automatically equated anger with violence.
Kuangqiao looked distressed as she took back the blame she had pushed away and put it back on herself, "I know, between two married people, there shouldn't be any concealment, besides, I've confessed everything now."
Fu Xingzhou remained silent.
The room was warmly lit, reflecting on Kuangqiao's sulking face, giving a sense of righteous indignation in contrast.
Fu Xingzhou finally said, "Come here."
Kuangqiao subconsciously took a step back, looked at Fu Xingzhou vigilantly.
Fu Xingzhou gestured with his eyes to the position at the bedside, "Sit down properly."
Kuangqiao: "..."
It didn't seem like sitting there would get her beaten or thrown into the lake...
Kuangqiao hesitantly moved to the edge of the bed, then remembered she hadn't changed out of her pants from the training room, and hastily said to Fu Xingzhou, "My pants are dirty."
Fu Xingzhou seemed unconcerned and repeated, "Sit properly."
Kuangqiao: "Oh."
Just sit down.
Bridge bridge wasn't afraid, hmph.
Kuangqiao plopped down in front of Fu Xingzhou.
With the distance narrowed, Fu Xingzhou's peripheral vision could just see the figures of two intertwined people on the pale pink wall.
It had to be said.
This was the first time Fu Xingzhou had ever found the color of this wall so enchanting.
Fu Xingzhou paused for a few seconds, "First it was chicken soup, then Fang Yuzhou, and now you've added Zhuang Hui."
Kuangqiao: "..."
You've said it once, no need to repeat the rebuke!
The room fell into silence.
Fu Xingzhou said, "Sang Qiao, I've figured out how to compensate you."
Sang Qiao still remembered that Fu Xingzhou had said he would owe him before, but he didn't expect him to have another plan so quickly. So, curious, he leaned forward and asked, "Compensate for what?"
Those bright eyes were very close.
The person he had been dreaming of was right in front of him.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Fu Xingzhou's lips.
A very shallow arc.
"Give me a kiss."