Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 889: If You Lock the Door Again, I’ll Climb Through the Window

Chapter 889: Chapter 889: If You Lock the Door Again, I’ll Climb Through the Window

Today, Yangyang went to participate in an event organized by the Equestrian Association, and the participants ranged in age from a few years old to several decades old.

And the reason he got into a conflict with someone was quite justified.

Fu Shihan listened as he repeated the exact words the person had said.

Nothing else, just the word "f**k" was enough to make him turn hostile.

After coaxing Yangyang to sleep, there was still time; it was not even close to his usual rest time.

Fu Shihan picked up his phone to check the name his son had just mentioned, trying to figure out who this nobody was.

But after searching for a long time without any clues, he could only have someone investigate later.

Turning to his side, he looked at the little one sleeping soundly, which reminded him of Su Wanxin, so he picked up the phone to bother her.

[H: Our son says he misses you.]

Message sent, Fu Shihan patiently waited. Before long, he saw the other side smartly reply—

[Mrs. Fu: I miss him too!]

Fu Shihan raised an eyebrow, clicked his tongue, and replied.

[H: I miss you too.]

This time, Su Wanxin was less satisfying because she ignored him, as if she hadn’t seen his words at all.

But it didn’t matter; giving up easily was not something Fu Shihan would do.

Fu Shihan rummaged through his phone files, found a particular audio, and sent it to her.

The file’s name was [I like Su Wanxin too].

Inside, a recording played a soft woman’s voice saying, "I like Fu Shihan."

This was from a few months ago when Fu Shihan coaxed and tricked Su Wanxin into saying it.

If he weren’t afraid of upsetting her, he would’ve even made it his phone ringtone.

Sure enough, Su Wanxin couldn’t stay calm upon hearing it.

She held her forehead with one hand as she looked at her phone, thinking she must sneak his phone and delete this thing.

But then she thought, no, Fu Shihan definitely has a backup; who knows how many copies he stored.

She didn’t reply, but Fu Shihan knew she heard it, so he continued to pester her.

[H: When do you plan to let me back in the room to sleep?]

[Mrs. Fu: Weren’t you the one who suggested we sleep separately?]

[H: I meant just for a few hours, okay?]

[H: If you lock the room again, I’ll climb through the window.]

Counting today, it’s been three days since he could sleep holding her.

This matter is like an addiction. At first, you don’t feel anything, but once you get a taste, you can’t stop.

[H: Honey, have we ever lived together before?]

Not the one-week-once-or-twice, like staying at a hotel.

But in the sense of official cohabitation, sharing the same bed for at least a month.

Su Wanxin looked at his message, and when her eyes landed on his term of endearment for her, her heartbeat quickened slightly.

She seriously thought about it, giving him a definite answer.

[Mrs. Fu: Yes, one year.]

[H: When?]

[Mrs. Fu: After getting pregnant with Yangyang.]

[H: ...]

It was supposed to be a pleasant thing, but why did it only happen when she was pregnant?

Fu Shihan frowned, turned to look at Yangyang, and poked his face.

Su Wanxin had been with him for so many years, and even during their most intimate years, they lived separately.

Her room at the Fu Family’s house was right next to his; she was timid, not daring to do anything overtly.

So sometimes he would sneak into her room at midnight and got caught by Aunt Mo several times.

Once, Su Wanxin accidentally overheard Aunt Mo scolding him, yet he acted indifferent, saying, what to be afraid of, they would get married eventually anyway.