“Be good, sweetheart. Just hold still and it'll stop hurting.”
Fu Tingyu carefully applies ointment to his little wife, speaking as gently as if he were soothing a porcelain doll.
Who would have guessed that the aloof, refined eldest young master of the Fu family would be like this in private?
Meanwhile, Luo Yunxi lies quietly and obediently in bed, screaming inside.
In her past life, she was blind and actually believed the nonsense spun by that scumbag and that shameless woman!
Reborn, should she tear into her stepmother? Beat up the scumbag? No, none of that matters.
All she wants is to climb into his bed tonight.
The next morning, Fu Tingyu looks down at the little bundle curled up in his arms and raises an eyebrow. “Feeling bold, are we?”
Luo Yunxi blinks. “Honey, does it still hurt? Let me blow on it for you.”
At the class reunion, Luo Yunxi, who was rumored to have been “sold off” to a poor soldier, has a custom necklace worth tens of millions put around her neck by her husband in front of everyone.
Her classmates fall silent, but Fu Tingyu simply looks down and asks, “You like it? Next time I'll get you one in rainbow colors.”
Later, when the production crew sends him a script with a kissing scene, he crosses it out. “I'll do this part myself.”
The whole city is abuzz: Young Master Fu has gone crazy.
