I'm Done with the Elite Marriage - Chapter 87
Thirteenth floor, only five floors away from the eighteenth.
Zhou Youling lay on Fu Xunzhou’s back, thinking she should have let him carry her from the first floor.
Fu Xunzhou walked steadily, his pace unchanged even after climbing two floors.
Zhou Youling suddenly grew curious and asked, “Aren’t you tired?”
Fu Xunzhou smiled faintly. “You should know my stamina.”
Zhou Youling: “…”
She blushed almost imperceptibly on his back.
But she couldn’t lose to him in momentum, so Zhou Youling quickly said, “How come I remember your stamina isn’t that great? Have you been secretly working out lately?”
Fu Xunzhou fell silent.
Zhou Youling couldn’t see his expression and thought she’d really hurt his male pride, so she reached out and patted his shoulder. “Hey, why aren’t you talking?”
Fu Xunzhou finally replied, “You get dumb for three years after pregnancy. I won’t argue with you, or I’ll look stupid.”
Zhou Youling angrily pinched Fu Xunzhou’s neck.
“What do you mean, dumb for three years after pregnancy? Can you be reasonable? Haven’t you seen how well my career is going now? My Weibo fans have increased by over a hundred thousand!” Zhou Youling said proudly.
Fu Xunzhou nodded perfunctorily. “Mm, mm, mm, you’re amazing.”
Zhou Youling snorted lightly and looked up to see they’d reached the sixteenth floor.
Even with her on his back, Fu Xunzhou was still walking quite fast.
Actually, Zhou Youling knew his stamina had always been pretty good. It was just those memories she didn’t dare recall, because they were too intimate, always feeling a bit unreal.
From puberty all the way to marriage, Zhou Youling had never dated. Her first kiss was with Fu Xunzhou. To this day, Zhou Youling still clearly remembered the scene of her first kiss with Fu Xunzhou.
Her first kiss was nothing like the countless fantasies she’d had; there wasn’t even any romance. In front of all their guests, when the host announced the groom could kiss the bride, Fu Xunzhou gently lifted her veil and leaned down to give her a light kiss on the lips.
That day, Zhou Youling’s lips were painted bright red. She didn’t know if Fu Xunzhou was afraid of ruining the makeup artist’s painstaking work, or if it was because there were so many friends and relatives present, but he just gave her a quick, dragonfly kiss, leaving before Zhou Youling could even react.
That was Zhou Youling’s memory of her first kiss–no blushing, no racing heartbeat, because she hadn’t even processed it.
Compared to the first kiss, it was the second kiss that truly made Zhou Youling understand what it meant to have weak knees.
The two were close, and Zhou Youling could clearly smell Fu Xunzhou’s scent, one she was familiar with.
Counting the time, the two of them had been divorced for so long, yet Zhou Youling was still familiar with everything about him, as if it was all etched into her bones.
Zhou Youling had just sighed softly when she heard Fu Xunzhou ahead ask, “Why are you sighing?”
Zhou Youling couldn’t help but ask Fu Xunzhou, “When you were studying abroad, did you kiss a lot of girls?”
Fu Xunzhou: “???”
He was completely baffled.
The topic had shifted so inexplicably.
“No,” Fu Xunzhou denied directly.
Zhou Youling didn’t believe him. “Then how did you learn those techniques?”
Fu Xunzhou said, “Instinct.”
Zhou Youling didn’t believe him at all.
Seeing they were about to reach the eighteenth floor, Zhou Youling told Fu Xunzhou to put her down.
Fu Xunzhou obediently set Zhou Youling down, but then grabbed her hand.
“Why did you suddenly ask that?” Fu Xunzhou asked.
Zhou Youling coughed lightly and said, “Can’t I just ask?”
Fu Xunzhou laughed. “As expected, a woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.”
Zhou Youling couldn’t break free from Fu Xunzhou’s grip and helplessly asked, “Why are you holding me?”
“Do you want to kiss?” Fu Xunzhou asked.
Zhou Youling’s eyes widened, and she instinctively pressed her hand against Fu Xunzhou’s chest.
Fu Xunzhou used his free hand to wrap around Zhou Youling’s waist.
She stood on a higher step, while he stood below her.
The distance was just right for them to look each other in the eye.
Fu Xunzhou asked Zhou Youling, “Tell me, what were you thinking about when you were on my back just now?”
Zhou Youling frowned, unable to move under his restraint, and could only say, “Nothing much, just thought about our first kiss.”
“First kiss?” Fu Xunzhou thought for a moment.
Zhou Youling looked into his eyes and asked, “Have you forgotten? Oh right, you probably can’t even remember when your first kiss was.”
Fu Xunzhou leaned in and asked, “Are you jealous?”
Zhou Youling struggled. “Why would I be jealous! I’m just stating facts.”
“You never asked me about these things before. Why are you suddenly asking now?” Fu Xunzhou said.
When they were together, Zhou Youling really didn’t dare ask about these things. She felt that always pestering Fu Xunzhou about his past was meaningless, and she was afraid he’d resent her for it. But Zhou Youling herself knew best–she wanted to know about his past relationships more than anyone. It wasn’t until later that she learned about the existence of Xue Yining, like a bone stuck in her throat. But even then, Zhou Youling still wouldn’t question Fu Xunzhou; she knew he was busy with work and felt that arguing over these things would be too inconsiderate.
Zhou Youling said softly, “I guess I’ve let it go.”
“Let go of what?” Fu Xunzhou asked.
Zhou Youling rolled her eyes at his feigned ignorance, but still patiently explained, “Because I don’t care about you anymore! Don’t you get it?”
Fu Xunzhou shook his head and said, “You mentioning all this reminds me of some things too.”
“What things?” Zhou Youling asked.
Fine, since we’re talking, let’s just make it clear.
Fu Xunzhou said, “Back then, you insisted on divorcing me because you thought I had something going on with Xue Yining, right?”
Zhou Youling was silent for a moment.
She couldn’t deny it.
At that time, she and Fu Xunzhou had been married for three years. Maybe it was the three-year itch, and it just so happened that Xue Yining returned to the country. Those rumors kept getting worse–how could she stay calm?
Fu Xunzhou said, “You never asked me if any of it was true. You just sentenced me in your mind.”
“But you never explained anything to the outside world either!” Zhou Youling said.
Fu Xunzhou’s tone softened: “What was there to explain? I thought you knew everything, no need to explain. Besides, I’ve never cared about rumors from outsiders, let alone bothered to explain. Only bored people gossip behind others’ backs, typical of those with nothing better to do. Of course, I feel sorry about it now.”
Zhou Youling laughed in exasperation: “You sure know how to explain.”
“That’s just how it was.” Fu Xunzhou said, a little annoyed. “Also, you always mistakenly thought I was Fu Hexu, the one who saved you back then. You got your savior wrong and ended up blaming me. That’s also true.”
Zhou Youling: “So you mean it was all my fault?”
Fu Xunzhou: “It’s not your fault. We both had problems.”
Zhou Youling never expected that after all this talk today, she’d end up exposing all her own flaws.
But to be honest, even though they’d been married for three years, they’d never had such an open conversation as today.
Fu Xunzhou used to be too busy, and Zhou Youling admitted she was too good at pretending. Always trying to act like a lady, act sensible in front of him, but in the end, she was the one exhausted.
Finally, Fu Xunzhou asked Zhou Youling, “Do you still want to kiss?”
“Kiss your head!” Zhou Youling raised her hand, wanting to hit him.
Fu Xunzhou held down Zhou Youling’s raised hand and said, “I don’t know what counts as a first kiss, but I know my first time kissing you was at our wedding. That kiss was really rushed, and I was nervous.”
Zhou Youling’s clenched fist slowly relaxed. She asked Fu Xunzhou, “What were you nervous about?”
“Because that was also my first time truly kissing a woman,” Fu Xunzhou said.
Zhou Youling laughed: “Your first time truly kissing a woman? Don’t tell me you’ve kissed a man before?”
Unexpectedly, Fu Xunzhou’s face darkened and he fell silent.
Zhou Youling asked in disbelief, “Don’t tell me you really have kissed a man?”
Fu Xunzhou didn’t answer. Instead, he let go of Zhou Youling and said, “Alright, you can go back now.”
But Zhou Youling clung to Fu Xunzhou, refusing to let go: “Did I get it wrong all along? The person you like is actually a man? Are you in a fake marriage with me???”
Oh my god, the more Zhou Youling thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed, too scary.
“Zhou Youling!” Fu Xunzhou felt all the blood in his body rushing to his head.
He sighed lightly, gritting his teeth: “Sorry, I don’t have that kind of preference.”
“Then what is it?” Zhou Youling pressed on.
Fu Xunzhou closed his eyes and said, “I was forcibly kissed by a man in college.”
“Cough cough cough!” This time Zhou Youling really choked on her own saliva, completely caught off guard.
“You, you, you, that’s too ridiculous!” Zhou Youling simply couldn’t believe what she’d heard.
Seeing Zhou Youling like this, Fu Xunzhou already regretted saying it, but there was no taking it back.
It was an unpleasant memory to recall.
Fu Xunzhou had studied abroad in college, and things were more open over there. At a party, he was forcibly kissed by a man in public–it was just a quick peck. Later, Fu Xunzhou found out the guy was playing a game. Afterwards, the guy sincerely apologized, and it didn’t cause too much trouble.
Just a misunderstanding, nothing much. If Zhou Youling hadn’t asked, Fu Xunzhou might’ve kept it buried forever.
After hearing the story, Zhou Youling hugged her stomach and laughed out loud.
To shut her up, Fu Xunzhou simply kissed her lips.
If Zhou Youling had to recall their first kiss, she’d prefer to remember the one on their wedding night.
After the wedding, they were both exhausted.
Arriving at the new place, Zhou Youling adapted pretty well. She went to remove her makeup and shower first, then nervously lay down on the bed covered in festive red bedding. In less than five minutes, she fell asleep. She woke up because Fu Xunzhou kissed her awake.
Fu Xunzhou’s tongue pried open her lips and teeth, charging in recklessly, and Zhou Youling woke up instantly. Her first instinct was to resist, but Fu Xunzhou grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed.
She heard his low, husky voice, laughing softly: “Fell asleep before waiting for your husband? Isn’t that a bit disrespectful to the wedding night?”
That one sentence made Zhou Youling’s face flush red.
Her heartbeat sped up instantly. If she hadn’t been lying down, Zhou Youling was afraid she wouldn’t even be able to stand.
She didn’t dare open her eyes to look at him, only clung tightly to his neck.
