Cong Mian met Fu Xiyan for the first time. He was playing with cigarettes in Vanity Fair, where the lights, wine and red and green colors were reflected, and his fingers were carelessly lighting up the ashes.
Her friend told her that he was the young master of the Fu family. He was the most difficult to mess with.
The second time was on a hazy night with dark rain, and he blocked a glass of wine for her.
When the game ended, Cong Mian wanted to say thank you to him, but the man passed by him, holding the gray coat in his arms and waving his hands without bothering to look at him.
Cong Mian didn't want to bring trouble on himself, so he pretended it never happened.
The third time, Cong Mian and her boyfriend landlord broke up at the same time and were in a mess on the street.
At the same intersection, Fu Xiyan's car windows were lowered and he answered the phone impatiently.
He looked outside under the dim street light, and their eyes met for a second. Fu Xiyan suddenly called her calmly.
"Get in the car and see you off."
That night, the road was icy outside and something unexpected happened. Cong Mian and Fu Xiyan walked into the same door.
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In the eyes of outsiders, Cong Mian was as warm as water, and no one expected that she would dump her ex-boyfriend and marry Fu Xiyan.
This emotionless marriage attracted the attention of others.
One night, someone took advantage of the situation and asked out of curiosity: "Ayan, how are you and the guy at home doing? Have you dealt with it?"
Fu Xiyan clicked his tongue, glanced down at the ring and rolled it casually. After a long time, he said in a lack of interest: "Whatever it is, just give it to me."
Cong Mian, who passed by the door, paused but didn't say anything.
But much later, on the night of Fu Xiyan's birthday, a group of people still organized a game for him, but the protagonist unexpectedly did not show up.
The black car door was half-opened outside, and Cong Mian was nestled in the crook of the man's neck, her face slightly drunk with her eyes closed, not knowing what to say. Mr. Fu, who had an impression of being cold and difficult to deal with, lowered his eyes for a long time, and finally kissed him with restraint and gentleness.
At the end, he sighed in a low voice: "I really have never liked anyone else."
"Only you."
The probability that two people fall in love is 0.000049.
But Cong Mian's probability of being loved by Fu Xiyan's side is 100%.
A story from not caring to being really good, I love to see some slaps in the face:
2023.8.9 First edition copy
Intention: to be loved
