My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 206: Still Moved After Marriage (Extra 4)

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Still Moved After Marriage (Extra 4)

The little one was over two years old when Fu Ying began to work outside. She had studied Chinese Language and Literature, and Fu Mingchuan suggested that she take up a job related to writing.

Finally, after much thought, Fu Ying decided to become a Chinese language teacher at an elementary school.

Having worked for nearly half a year, colleagues at the school had never seen any man pick her up after work, and they all assumed she was still single.

Fu Ying was gentle and graceful in demeanor, exceptionally polite to people, and also beautiful. She wore no makeup, just a simple low ponytail with a few strands of hair casually falling over her forehead, wore a light-colored long dress, white socks, and a pair of white shoes.

In every way, Fu Ying was quite likable; coupled with the fact that there weren’t many young teachers at the elementary school, she attracted a lot of attention from the young male teachers there.

That day, it happened to be Shen Liguang’s day off, and he came to pick her up after work. Looking up, he saw the girl standing by the roadside talking to another man.

The girl smiled and shook her head, then pointed in his direction, which he guessed probably meant "I’m married."

The male teacher also glanced in his direction and saw a man leaning on a car, waiting for her.

"Sorry, I am actually married according to the information I filled out for the school, and I have a nearly three-year-old baby."

The male teacher shifted his gaze away from Shen Liguang and gave an awkward smile: "No, no problem, I just didn’t understand your situation clearly."

"Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going."

The male teacher nodded lightly: "Okay."

The day was sunny with a crisp autumn breeze, and a few golden leaves from the plane trees fluttered in the air.

The male teacher watched Fu Ying get into the car before leaving.

On the way home, Shen Liguang didn’t speak, and Fu Ying knew he was jealous.

When they got home, she was immediately lifted up and placed on the storage cabinet by the door; before she could speak, her lips were sealed, swallowing the words she wanted to say.

Fu Ying, in a daze and with blurry eyes, felt something strange on her body, a coolness on her chest; looking down, she discovered he had somehow undone her clothes.

Fu Ying was frightened, worried that Little Ball would be looking for her at this time.

"Brother, don’t do this."

Shen Liguang raised his eyebrows, looked at her, licked his lips, and smiled: "Got quite a few admirers, huh?"

His kiss landed, causing Fu Ying’s body to shudder, and only whimpers came from her hoarse throat.

"People don’t know I’m married, brother, you can’t just react like this whenever you get jealous."

Fu Ying was carried to the sofa, and his kisses fell finely and densely upon her, her body flushed and itchy.

"Bro..., Brother..." Fu Ying pressed her back firmly against the sofa, her cheeks slightly flushed, "Little Ball will be coming over soon."

"My mom is with him."

"He always looks for me at this time."

No sooner had Fu Ying finished speaking than Little Ball knocked on the door.

Little Ball was small and the knocking was not loud, but the milky voice calling "Mommy" was crystal clear to Fu Ying.

Shen Liguang’s actions abruptly ceased, he took deep breaths, his dark eyes fixed on Fu Ying, and his desire faded.

Little Ball was patient and kept knocking on the door, calling into the house: "Mommy, Daddy... I want Grandma..."

"Your son is really demanding."

Fu Ying couldn’t help laughing: "Don’t be mad, he’s your own flesh and blood."

The man kissed her on the lips again before he went to open the door.

Fu Ying immediately sat up straight and adjusted her clothes.

"Daddy..." Little Ball, pudgy with short arms and legs, hugged Shen Liguang’s leg upon seeing him, looking up with big watery eyes, "Daddy, I want Grandma..."

When he was just born, Little Ball was tiny, thin, and wrinkled, but now he was plump with a round, rosy, and increasingly handsome face. His speech wasn’t very clear yet, and his voice was still babyish.

Listening to him, hearts melted.

Shen Liguang bent down to pick him up, took him to the kitchen, made his formula, tested the temperature, and handed him the bottle.

He sat quietly on the sofa holding the bottle all by himself.

Little Ball had always been well-behaved.

When Little Ball was three, Fu Ying was twenty-five, and Shen Liguang was thirty-four.

In June of that year, her grandmother passed away. Everyone was trying to move on from the sadness while also busy with life, and over time, that grief settled deep in their hearts.

After working for a year and interacting with society, meeting more people, Shen Liguang felt increasingly insecure.

At night, he wanted her to kiss him first.

Fu Ying had classes the next day and was preparing lessons until late at night, extremely tired.

With both hands around his neck, her soft body leaned in close, she didn’t even open her eyes as she kissed him, not sure where she kissed, perhaps the tip of his nose.

He wasn’t satisfied, and Fu Ying was stirred up to the point of losing all sleepiness.

Fu Ying glanced back at Little Ball; fortunately, the little guy was sound asleep and hadn’t been woken up.

Qibao was also sleeping soundly in his little nest.

Fu Ying lay down again, snuggled into his arms, her voice sleepy and soft: "Brother, I’m so tired, I have class tomorrow."

He gave a faint "Hmm," shrank lower, and kissed her collarbone, his breath warm and humid, his voice husky: "When you get something good, cherish it."

Fu Ying nodded.

"Like how you adored your brother back in high school."

Fu Ying nodded again.

His kisses trailed further down; Fu Ying frowned and pushed him away.

The tingling sensation was unbearable.

Fu Ying took a deep breath, her voice struggling to stay controlled, "Brother, don’t..."

His ardor increasing, Fu Ying pushed him back, managing to break free from his embrace.

"Little Ball is here, isn’t he? What if he wakes up?"

Shen Liguang licked his lips, his breathing rough, his gaze hazy, and scooped her up to the living room.

Fu Ying scrambled to her feet to run, but the man caught her ankle in an instant, chuckled at her startled little expression, and teased, "Where are you going?"

"My stomach hurts; I’ve got my period."

"I remember your cycle."

"I, I just need to go to the bathroom."

Shen Liguang bent over, one hand braced on the sofa, the other unbuttoning his pajamas, and smiled with a playful tone, "Hmm, brother understands."

"No, that’s not it, I didn’t mean that..."

Fu Ying’s words were silenced as the warm water poured down, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning on his shoulder with a dazed look in her eyes.

...

As soon as December ended, time flew by; in the blink of an eye, it was winter break, and then the New Year.

From the memories of dating, getting married, to Little Ball now being four, he had never spent New Year’s at home.

This year, both families celebrated together.

Fu Ying was pasting Spring Festival couplets, with Little Ball handing her adhesive tape on the side and then asked her in his childish voice, "Is Daddy coming back?"

Fu Ying sighed, bent down, and stroked his little head, "Daddy, you see, is a hero. Being a hero is tough; he’s very busy, so he can’t come home for New Year’s this year."

Little Ball seemed to understand, his bright eyes filled with innocence.

"Go play with Brother."

"Okay." Little Ball nodded, scampering off with his little legs.

This New Year’s, her elder brother was at home, and her younger brother was out of town, unable to return.

Actually, he was avoiding marriage pressure; at thirty and still without a partner.

"Sweetheart." Fu Yi lifted Little Ball up, planting a kiss on the chubby little cheek, "Little Ball, do you remember Uncle?"

Little Ball nodded, "I remember, Uncle, can you stop Second Uncle from taking my bottle?"

Fu Yi couldn’t help but laugh, "Your Second Uncle isn’t here today."

Little Ball breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s great then."

Fu Yan was ridiculous, always teasing him and stealing his milk bottle, which frustrated Little Ball no end. Unable to fight back, he had to seek help everywhere.

"But your Second Uncle loves you. Look, what’s this?" Fu Yi freed one hand, pulling out two red envelopes from his pocket, "One of them is from your Second Uncle."

Little Ball’s eyes lit up, happily receiving the envelopes, "Thank you, Uncle. Um, and thank you to Second Uncle too."

After putting up the Spring Festival couplets, Fu Ying entered her room, reassured with someone watching Little Ball.

She rarely came back since she moved out; her room remained as it was, albeit a bit emptier.

Outside, it seemed her son had that social whiz kid syndrome, hugging Wen Tian’s leg, calling him Little Uncle, and asking for a red envelope. Wen Tian laughed tenderly and gave one.

Little Ball accepted it without hesitation and said, "Thank you, Little Uncle."

Then he tucked the envelope into his pocket, saying, "To buy candy for Mommy."

Fu Ying felt a sweet warmth in her heart listening to that.

Afterward, Little Ball was carried down the stairs by Wen Tian, with the sound of laughter and chatter from below.

Fu Ying opened the window, leaning on the windowsill to look down.

Here, she had secretly watched the man so many times. The most memorable was on a rainy day; the man had saluted her in his firefighter uniform before leaving.

Fu Ying took a deep breath, intending to go downstairs.

In the corner of her eye, a car stopped by the roadside. The man alighted, heading toward the house, then suddenly stopped and looked her way.

Fu Ying felt a sudden rush of panic, instinctively lowering her head to avoid his gaze.

She didn’t know how many times such a flutter had seized her; her face felt as hot as it did that day...

So hot, so heated.

Her heart pounded excitedly in her chest.

She was still smitten.