After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me-Chapter 426 - 297: Marry Me

Fu Yunye’s voice was calm as ink, "Of course, I will help you. You said it yourself, we are friends. Plus, you owe me a favor. No matter what it is, as long as I ask, you will do it."

"Yes." Tang Xi felt a bit annoyed when mentioning this. She shouldn’t have been too impulsive to seek Fu Yunye’s help in the first place, which almost hurt Shen Duan.

But she didn’t expect that it would lead Shen Duan to Xiaoliang Village.

On her own, she couldn’t easily leave Xiaoliang Village.

Fu Yunye, without even looking up, was very focused on his painting, yet he said, "But you seem to have regrets?"

Tang Xi bowed her head slightly.

"No, I do not regret it. Whatever you ask of me, I will still do it," she said.

Fu Yunye instructed, "Go grind me a cup of coffee."

Tang Xi got up and went to the coffee machine. She saw there was coffee left over and said, "You’ve had some already, drinking too much in a day isn’t good for your health."

His voice came from not far away, leisurely, "Oh, Dr. Tang, then tell me? How is it bad to drink too much?"

Tang Xi, "....."

She was just a thoracic surgeon. How could she specifically articulate these things? But indeed, drinking too much caffeine wasn’t good.

However, since Fu Yunye wanted to drink it, she said, "Alright, I’ll make it for you right away."

Tang Xi shouted to his figure, "Do you want sugar?"

Fu Yunye replied, "No need."

Tang Xi bowed her head and added two sugar cubes anyway.

Two minutes later, she walked over with the coffee and handed it to Fu Yunye, then leaned in to view the painting on his easel.

He was almost finished with it.

Large splendid blooms of roses, colors of yellow, pink, and white mingled.

Tang Xi always knew that his painting skills were quite good.

"I met a friend in North City, surnamed Song – an amazing painter who has held his own exhibitions. I think your painting is really good too. Although I don’t know much about art appreciation, I can tell at first glance that your paintings are beautiful, Mr. Fu. Why do you like to paint, having grown up in a business-oriented environment, you probably didn’t have much exposure to this art form."

She couldn’t help but ask aloud.

Fu Yunye smelled the air, the faint scent of the roses.

And from the woman beside him, a light refreshing fragrance.

It wasn’t the scent of perfume, it was faint, but his fingers tightened imperceptibly and clutched the pen.

"My mother taught me this. She’s been learning it since she was young. Maybe I inherited it genetically – since I was a kid, I’ve had a natural talent for drawing. But as you said, being born into the Fu Family, I shouldn’t be learning these things. My grandfather was quite strict with me, and my father, he didn’t care about this."

"As a child, I loved my mother’s praise. Every time I completed a painting, she would commend me with a smile, genuinely saying I had a talent. Back then, I thought it would be nice to become a painting teacher when I grew up, but I was young at that time. Later, once I mentioned in front of my grandfather that I wanted to be a painter or an art teacher, his expression turned cold and it frightened me. Grandfather was very dissatisfied with my mother, calling her ’a noble daughter who only knows how to lead her child astray,’ and after that forbade me from pursuing these interests. As Grandfather put it, I was born for the Fu Group and I was to inherit it."

Speaking of this seemed to bring back old memories for Fu Yunye; his lips curled with a hint of a mocking smile, "Sadly, now, neither have I become the heir to the Fu Group nor an art teacher."

Not only had he not achieved these dreams, but he also lost the use of his legs.

Tang Xi looked at him, at the self-mocking expression on his handsome face.

And the mockery hidden in those cold eyes.

She didn’t know what to say.

In fact, she wasn’t very good at offering consolation; it always felt too light and dry to her.

Compared to Tang Xi’s expression, Fu Yunye seemed indifferent.

So calm.

Calm as if he wasn’t talking about his own life.

As calm as a distant observer.

Tang Xi gently patted his shoulder, "But it’s quite good as it is now. I think your paintings are beautiful. They say that every painter’s heart is full of vibrant and brilliant colors."

"I don’t," Fu Yunye replied and took a sip of his coffee.

It was too sweet.

Sickeningly sweet.

Yet he still drank it.

He knew Tang Xi had done it on purpose, probably adding extra sugar. He didn’t like too much sugar.

But drinking it just this once, he suddenly found the sweet flavor quite agreeable.

Tang Xi noticed a change in his expression as he drank his coffee.

She had initially wanted to play a trick on him; he said no sugar, so she added more.

But at that moment, after hearing his story, she felt a tinge of sorrow.

Looking down at the man’s legs, Tang Xi reluctantly spoke up, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, let me make you another cup of coffee."

"No need, it tastes quite good," he said.

Tang Xi pursed her lips.

"Then next time. Next time I make coffee for you, I won’t add too much sugar."

Fu Yunye finished his coffee.

"I prefer the way you were before when we first knew each other, you weren’t so reserved. You once made me a cup of coffee with a lot of sugar because I didn’t paint your features to be as beautiful as you are. Actually, you are very beautiful, and I felt that my brushstrokes couldn’t capture your beauty."

Tang Xi blinked.

She let out an "Ah..."

"That... I..." She suddenly didn’t know how to respond,

Since Fu Yunye had been so serious.

It was as if they really were old friends, teasing each other.

Tang Xi’s cheeks flushed upon hearing the latter half of his praise about her looks.

At this moment, when one side of the sky was covered with the orange glow of the sunset, Tang Xi’s face, like the afterglow, seemed to have a layer of soft light, causing Fu Yunye to momentarily not shift his gaze away.

She said softly, "I’m not that good-looking."

In the past, she indeed could chat with Fu Yunye like this, as friends, because she regarded him as a patient, as one of the few friends she made on North Island. But now it’s different, he is Fu Tingzhou’s older brother.

Fu Yunye liked to paint, and he created many paintings. When painting people, he didn’t like to draw their facial features, only the contours.

But when he painted Tang Xi, he drew her facial features.

He liked Tang Xi’s features.

"Tang Xi, can’t we be like before?"

Tang Xi sighed softly, "Before, you were Mr. Yun, but now you’re not."

He looked at her with piercing eyes, "If you wish, I can be."

Tang Xi’s pupils flickered, and she suddenly felt something was off in the atmosphere, a subtle feeling.

Tang Xi took a step back to dodge, "I...it’s not for me to decide. It’s getting late, I should go back."

"It’s your time off work now, it’s half-past six. Even if Fu Tingzhou is your boss, he wouldn’t exploit your off-work hours, right?"

Tang Xi, "You know I’m his assistant now?"

However, as soon as the words were out, Tang Xi realized that investigating such a matter would be trivial for Fu Yunye.

Though she seemed out of touch with worldly affairs, painting here.

But Tang Xi was no fool, she knew that someone like Fu Yunye wouldn’t settle for a lifetime like this.

There is a term, "hiding one’s light under a bushel."

"Stay here for dinner."

Tang Xi nodded and did not refuse.

Aunt Gu invited her, and so did Fu Yunye. It would be too pretentious of her to refuse.

Fu Yunye turned his wheelchair around, and that’s when Tang Xi noticed something appeared to be wrong with his palm, "What happened to your hand?"

Under the lights, Tang Xi took the first-aid kit to treat the wounds in his palm.

It wasn’t serious, but the palm was pierced in several places by thorns.

"Don’t touch water these days, have Aunt Gu change the dressing for you tomorrow."

She squatted down, he sat in the wheelchair.

She looked up and saw him directly.

Caught off guard by Fu Yunye’s gaze, Tang Xi averted her eyes.

-

The dining room was brightly lit.

Aunt Gu prepared a lavish dinner.

"Sir, Miss Tang, I won’t disturb you here, I’ll go eat in the kitchen."

Tang Xi took a sip of the lotus root and pork rib soup.

It was delicious.

She often marveled at Aunt Gu’s culinary skills, indeed, every profession is challenging. To be a housekeeping nanny, one needs such good skills to earn money.

Being ordered around by Fu Tingzhou and earning some money was only reasonable.

Fu Yunye, "When do you and Fu Tingzhou plan to return to North City?"

"Don’t you know everything?" Tang Xi said, "Probably the week after next."

"Are you really content with handing over your daughter to Fu Tingzhou?"

Tang Xi’s fingers clutched the chopsticks tightly, and her voice was very faint, without any fluctuation in tone, "If I say I’m not content, can you help me? I don’t have the ability to resist by his side. As long as my daughter lives well, that’s enough for me. I’m not ambitious, nor greedy."

"If you don’t say it, how will you know whether or not I would help you?" His voice was hoarse, a bit enticing.

Tang Xi was silent for two seconds and then looked up at him, "Young Master Fu, can you help me?"

"I can give you a solution that works for both sides." Fu Yunye’s voice was deep, a cold glint was in his eyes as he looked at her exquisite face, "Tang Xi, I want you, marry me."

Tang Xi’s pupils dilated in shock.

She stood up.

The chair made an abrasive noise as it scraped across the floor.

She was stunned.

And as if taken by surprise.

It took her a long while to respond, stammering, "What...what are you saying?"

Fu Yunye smiled leisurely, "I said, marry me."

"Have you lost your mind?" Tang Xi’s chest heaved violently, so shocked she could barely form words, "You...Young Master Fu, is it amusing to joke with me? I...I don’t find this funny at all."

"I’m not joking, I’m serious." When he said this, the smile faded from Fu Yunye’s face.

"Tang Xi, I’m seriously telling you, I want to marry you."

Tang Xi felt that Fu Yunye had gone mad.

He was a cool-headed madman.

Tang Xi pressed a hand to her forehead, "Young Master Fu, I’m just an ordinary person."

He scrutinized her, "Do you still like Fu Tingzhou?"