CHAPTER 428: CHAPTER 245 CONTRAST

Although Fu Yang didn’t think much of the teaching materials Fu Siyu had given him, he still flipped through them.

After all, he was quite curious about what sort of materials his old-fashioned father could have prepared for him.

Ten minutes later, Fu Yang had his evaluation: his father was indeed a pretentious weirdo.

At that moment, in the adjacent bedroom, Shu Wan was having another dream.

This time, there was no Qi Yuan in the dream, only vast swathes of red, like tightening membranes, ensnaring Shu Wan completely, no matter how much she struggled she could not break free.

She didn’t know how long it had been when the branches outside the window, blown by the wind, tapped on the glass with a creaking sound, pulling Shu Wan out of the nightmare.

The light in the room was dim, as only a single lamp at the foot of the bed was on.

Shu Wan sat up from under the blanket, breathing lightly, the suffocation from the dream not yet faded, causing her some palpitations.

Shu Wan grabbed her phone to take a look, it was 2:10 in the morning.

At this time, Fu Siyu should be asleep.

After hesitating for a moment, Shu Wan still dialed Fu Siyu’s number. The phone rang three times before being answered, Fu Siyu’s voice was somewhat hoarse, "You’re awake?"

"I disturbed your sleep."

"Yeah, but it’s alright."

Fu Siyu’s voice was much clearer when he spoke again.

"Wait for me."

Shu Wan hung up the phone, and Fu Siyu was somewhat puzzled. He lifted his quilt, preparing to see if something had happened.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

When Fu Siyu opened the door, there was Shu Wan wrapped in a blanket, her face bare, her long hair draping over her shoulders, and a stretch of ankle exposed, blindingly white.

Fu Siyu instinctively took off his jacket and draped it over Shu Wan’s shoulders, "What’s wrong? Is there something the matter?"

"I want to sleep with you."

Speaking, Shu Wan subconsciously drew the jacket tighter around her, a breeze in the corridor passed by, feeling slightly cold.

Seeing that Fu Siyu did not respond, Shu Wan’s brows furrowed slightly, "Is that not okay?"

Fu Siyu’s expression was a bit strange, as if pleased, yet also somewhat helpless, "Of course it’s fine, come on in."

Fu Siyu stepped back, and Shu Wan walked in.

Shu Wan did not often come to Fu Siyu’s room; his bedroom’s decor was much like his own style, gray and black tones, with a strict style, and the furniture was symmetrically placed, extremely friendly to those with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Unlike Shu Wan’s preference for light and pale bed linens, Fu Siyu’s bed sheets were all light gray.

Fu Siyu added another pillow to the bed, "Do you want me to get you another blanket?"

Shu Wan instinctively refused, "Then you wouldn’t be able to hold me while we sleep, right?"

Shu Wan was very objective in presenting this issue, because she found Fu Siyu’s presence very comforting.

There’s a saying, "familiarity breeds indulgence." Even a person as aware of boundaries as Shu Wan couldn’t help losing sight of those limits in Fu Siyu’s indulgence.

Fu Siyu’s gaze darkened, his hand holding the pillow tightened slightly, "Alright, then we won’t add a blanket. You go to sleep first, I’ll go get you a glass of water."

"Mhm."

Shu Wan nodded her head, then lifted the blanket and lay down.

The blanket was still warm, filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, and as Shu Wan closed her eyes, the palpitations from the nightmare seemed to lessen substantially.

When Fu Siyu turned around after pouring the water, what he saw was Shu Wan quietly lying under the blanket.

Only half of her face was exposed, and under the dim light at the foot of the bed, her eyelashes cast a shadow, looking peaceful and serene.

Fu Siyu felt a stir in his heart. He placed the cup on the cabinet, then also lifted the blanket and lay down.

Shu Wan hadn’t fallen asleep; she felt Fu Siyu come closer and instinctively wrapped her arms around him, sensing Fu Siyu’s body stiffen for a moment.

But it was only for a moment. Fu Siyu quickly reached out and pulled Shu Wan into his arms, comforting her by patting her back. "Sleep."

"Mm."

Shu Wan nodded and instinctively rubbed her face against Fu Siyu’s chest a couple of times before soon drifting off to sleep.

Just as she had anticipated, when she was with Fu Siyu, those chaotic images wouldn’t invade her dreams.

That night, Shu Wan slept very well.

Fu Siyu, however, was not so fortunate. With a beauty in his arms and the warmth between them simmering, Fu Siyu felt parched and thirsty.

When they got up the next morning, Fu Siyu immediately drank two large glasses of cold water.

By then, Shu Wan had also awakened. Well-rested and thus in much better spirits, she stretched lazily, her eyes curving with a smile. "Good morning."

Much of the world’s allure stems from contrasts.

Usually cool and distant, Shu Wan was now casually slouched, tilting her head with bright, shining eyes, exemplifying the extreme sense of contrast.

Fu Siyu’s throat moved slightly as he poured himself another glass of cold water.

Shu Wan hadn’t noticed anything amiss. She sat on the edge of the bed and naturally asked Fu Siyu for a favor. "Could you get my clothes for me?"

"I’ll get them for you."

As he spoke, Fu Siyu didn’t even bother to change his own clothes before striding out of the room.

At the doorway, he encountered Fu Yang, who was humming a tune while walking.

Upon seeing Fu Siyu and then catching sight of Shu Wan on the bed through the partly open door, Fu Yang looked at Fu Siyu with a face full of contempt. "Scumbag."

".....Aren’t you lingering around instead of going to school?"

"I’ve finished all my final exams; there’s no point in going to school now."

Fu Yang rolled his eyes, put on his headphones, and couldn’t be bothered with Fu Siyu anymore as he walked downstairs.

"Young Master, aren’t you eating breakfast?"

Seeing Fu Yang heading straight out, the Housekeeper hurried after him.

"No, I’m sick of it."

"Ah?"

The Housekeeper didn’t understand Fu Yang’s meaning. He hadn’t had breakfast yet, so how could he be fed up?

Before he could figure it out, upstairs, Fu Siyu and Shu Wan emerged together from the bedroom.

The Housekeeper was even more baffled. Was it just a trip abroad? How could their relationship have progressed so rapidly?

However, the Housekeeper soon cheered up. A good relationship between Shu Wan and Fu Siyu was a good thing; perhaps it could even lead to welcoming a new, soft, and cute little bun into the family.

The Housekeeper still fondly remembered when Fu Yang was a little pink bun, so adorable.

Unfortunately, thinking of how Fu Yang had just left, all defiant, the Housekeeper couldn’t help but sigh. Ah.......

After being away for a few days, both Fu Siyu and Shu Wan had a backlog of things to do.

After eating, Fu Siyu went to the company, while Shu Wan headed to the film set.

"Mr. Fu, the truth about the incident involving Pei Yong has been completely uncovered."

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As soon as he arrived, Qin Lv placed the investigation files on his desk.

Fu Siyu didn’t even look up. "You handle the arrangements. Has the Film and Television City been repaired?"

"It’s been fixed. Li Si is in charge of managing things over there."

"Mm," Fu Siyu responded. "Shu Wan has agreed to the new script, so we can start contacting the relevant parties."

"Okay."

Before long, the true story of the conflict between Pei Yong and Fu Yang was exposed.