The fingertips that had just brushed against her little tongue now slid to her waist. The other woman’s technique was clumsy, occasionally kneading awkwardly. Shui Ruyue secretly laughed to herself.
Fu Qingzhi showed no intention of stopping. Her hand continued traveling upward.
Shui Ruyue hurriedly caught her wrist.
“What is it? You don’t like it?” Fu Qingzhi suddenly asked.
Under the dim lighting, Shui Ruyue’s cheeks were still flushed.
That was way too unfair…
“You’ve worked so hard all day, wifey. Let me do it instead.”
Before Fu Qingzhi could react, Shui Ruyue gently pushed her onto the bed.
Her heartbeat still hadn’t settled. If she hadn’t stopped her just now, she really might have ended up falling for women.
She poured a little rose essential oil into her palm.
Rubbing her hands together until they were warm, she carefully placed them on Fu Qingzhi’s shoulders and gently began kneading.
Fu Qingzhi made no further moves. Beneath the soft, dim light, those cool, captivating eyes remained fixed on Shui Ruyue without blinking.
Her gaze traveled from Shui Ruyue’s focused expression down to her lips.
The kiss they’d shared back at the Fu family estate floated into her mind.
Soft.
Sweet.
Although Shui Ruyue had only done it to put on an act for her mother, Fu Qingzhi hadn’t rejected the kiss.
Those lips were irresistibly tempting.
For a brief moment, Fu Qingzhi wanted to demand an answer.
How much of today’s intimacy was genuine?
Had the Shui family sent Shui Ruyue to get close to her after carefully weighing the benefits?
Or…
After spending so much time together day and night, had Shui Ruyue truly begun to develop feelings for her?
Fu Qingzhi turned her head away and closed her eyes, refusing to look at Shui Ruyue’s lips any longer.
There were some things she didn’t want to force.
Suddenly…
She found herself craving alcohol again.
That familiar feeling of having been abandoned by the world was stronger than ever.
Because of Shui Ruyue?
But Shui Ruyue wanted so badly to leave her.
Fu Qingzhi frowned deeply. Even the massage no longer registered on her body.
“Does it hurt?” Shui Ruyue asked suddenly.
Her fingertips lightly touched the crease between Fu Qingzhi’s brows, and she immediately began doubting her massage skills.
“It feels good,” Fu Qingzhi replied.
Seeing Shui Ruyue relax into a bright, sweet smile, an inexplicable warmth rose within her.
She unconsciously licked her dry lips.
She hadn’t put on lip balm today.
At that moment, Shui Ruyue’s entire attention was focused on Fu Qingzhi, so she naturally noticed the tiny movement. Almost without thinking, her fingertips brushed gently across Fu Qingzhi’s lips.
“Mmh…”
A soft hum escaped Fu Qingzhi’s throat.
She didn’t stop her.
Instead, she felt the irritation that had been weighing on her abruptly melt away.
Fu Qingzhi had noticed it before.
Shui Ruyue had the ability to calm her.
Even the smallest gestures of concern made her reluctant to let go.
She knew it couldn’t last forever.
Even so…
She still wanted it to continue.
Shui Ruyue had only touched her lips by accident. Realizing she’d crossed a boundary, she hurriedly pulled her hand back.
“Continue.”
“…?”
Shui Ruyue froze.
The soft warmth of Fu Qingzhi’s lips still lingered on her fingertips.
“Continue.”
Fu Qingzhi repeated herself.
Although Shui Ruyue had never massaged anyone’s lips before, she decided to grit her teeth and give it a try.
Wouldn’t dry lips be better treated with lip balm?
Does massaging them actually help?
…
The next morning, Shui Ruyue woke up with her fingertips completely numb.
Her face turned so red it looked ready to drip blood.
The spot beside her had already gone cold.
She understood her current situation, but…
Did she really have to go this far just to earn favorability points?
Her head felt foggy, and only the lingering soreness and numbness in her fingertips reminded her that everything that had happened last night was real.
Absentmindedly, she picked up her phone.
Sisi had already sent several messages in a row.
“President Shui, have you seen the news?”
“Congratulations, President Shui. I also hope you won’t take it to heart.”
“President Fu sent lawyers over first thing this morning.”
Lawyers?
The news?
Don’t take it to heart?
Shui Ruyue had no idea what was going on.
Her thoughts were still stuck on yesterday…
Still replaying the moment she’d been silently cursing Fu Qingzhi in her heart.
She hurriedly opened the news.
Pinned at the very top of the homepage was the photo of Fu Qingzhi shielding her behind her that day.
The bold headline read:
President Fu Protects Her Wife in a Powerful Display—Several Rich Second-Generation Heirs Arrested for Spreading Rumors
Shui Ruyue already knew about that incident.
She continued scrolling.
The next headline made her pause.
Famous Heiress Slept Her Way Into the Position of Mrs. Fu
The Shui Family Claims No Prior Knowledge and Withdraws a Villa
A villa?!
Shui Ruyue couldn’t care less about the rest.
But the word villa instantly made her eyes light up.
She was originally nothing more than a cannon-fodder character with barely any screen time.
Cowardly Little Shui had no interest in fighting with the Shui family.
But if a villa was involved…
That was a completely different matter.
Opening the comments section, she found it flooded with paid internet trolls busily steering public opinion.
Yesterday’s affectionate display between her and Fu Qingzhi had already been buried.
Instead, everyone was enthusiastically discussing her character…
How despicable she was.
How shameless she was.
Every aspect of her life was being dragged through the mud.
Some commenters even thoughtfully extended their insults to her entire family.
If they wanted to curse the Shui family…
Shui Ruyue had absolutely no objections.
Just then, her phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number.
The moment she answered, a stream of angry scolding blasted through the speaker.
Jiang Yan first berated her, then snapped furiously,
“If Nengneng hadn’t warned us in advance, both I and the Shui family would’ve been dragged into this mess.”
“Get home immediately and apologize!”
“And come sign the villa transfer agreement.”
Shui Ruyue ignored almost everything Jiang Yan said.
Except for those four words—
Villa transfer agreement.
She froze.
The original owner had a villa?
Then how did she end up starving to death on the streets?
Could it have been secretly transferred away before?
So why are they openly notifying me about the villa this time?
“Hurry up and tell Fu Qingzhi’s lawyers to get out. Otherwise, your father and I will disown you!”
So…
Fu Qingzhi had helped her.
No matter how slow Shui Ruyue could be sometimes, she finally understood.
She knew yesterday’s massage hadn’t been for nothing.
Her wife really was the best wife in the world.
And her fingers hadn’t suffered for nothing, either.
Maybe…
Next time… I should let her have another taste???