My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 17 - : Start From Childhood

After dinner, Fu Ying sat in the living room watching TV, flipping through channels with the remote control looking for children's programming.

During her winter break, she had nestled at home and watched cartoons for half a month, finding them particularly entertaining.

No school tomorrow, no rush to do homework.

Fu Ying finally found Big-eared Tutu and watched it intently, very seriously.

"Tsk..." Fu Yan glanced at the cartoon and scoffed, "How old are you to still be watching this?"

"None of your business." Fu Ying retorted, biting into a chip as she turned her head.

The girl arrogantly turned her head away, with several empty snack bags already at her feet.

Fu Yan looked at his little sister's gluttony and couldn't help but stop her: "You're eating too much."

"I like it."

Fu Yan: "..."

She's become defiant.

These snacks aren't available in our usual snack cabinet, hard not to be greedy when first encountered.

Watching TV while munching on snacks, she was totally at ease, swinging her legs about.

Her phone, trapped under her, was vibrating.

Fu Ying picked up the phone and checked QQ – a stranger had sent her a flurry of messages.

Handsome to the Extreme: Baby why did you block me?

Handsome to the Extreme: Baby, what did I do wrong?

Handsome to the Extreme: Baby, did something happen to you?

Handsome to the Extreme: Baby, we agreed to be each other's angels, did you forget?

Handsome to the Extreme: Are you trying to break up with me?

Handsome to the Extreme: You flee, I pursue, you won't escape.

"..."

Fu Ying quickly realized that the username "Handsome to the Extreme" was from the person she had blocked last time.

Fu Ying's virtual boyfriend.

Completely delusional.

Fu Ying: Do you even know me?

Handsome to the Extreme: Of course, I haven't forgotten, I have etched your name into my heart—Shangguan Liuli Yue...

"..."

"?"

Fu Ying: My name isn't that.

Handsome to the Extreme: How is that possible? Are you Ouyang Lanlan? Or Situ Mo Yan?

Fu Ying: Are you a player?

Handsome to the Extreme: ...That's called a Casanova, um, I'm not a Casanova; how could I be, my heart belongs only to you.

As Fu Ying realized how unreliable this online romance was, she was about to block him again when Fu Yan suddenly popped his head over.

"Who are you chatting with? It's not that guy, is it?"

Fu Ying feigned calm: "No."

"I don't believe you; let me see if you are dating too early."

"No."

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"I don't believe you; show me."

"Dude, I'm sixteen years old now, I have my privacy."

Fu Yan, tall and strong, easily stretched out his hand and snatched Fu Ying's phone.

"Excuse me, is Uncle Fu here?"

Just then, a gentle voice, cautiously worded, interrupted them.

Xia Jinyun had just come downstairs and saw the two squabbling in the living room, wondering whether to wait until they had finished arguing to interrupt, but the little girl was completely subdued by the older boy.

Thus, she spoke up.

The girl's voice was exceptionally pleasant, very gentle.

Fu Ying turned her head, saw the girl had awakened, her eyes lit up, and she immediately ran to the study to call Fu Mingchuan.

Fu Yan hadn't expected there to be another girl in the house and, realizing his poor conduct in bullying his little sister, tried to leverage his good looks in hope of gaining some favor.

Fu Yan straightened up, tossed his bangs, smiled, and greeted: "Hey, little sister."

Xia Jinyun: "... I should be older than you."

Fu Yan: "... Not necessarily, you look younger than me."

When Xia Jinyun wasn't in such a desperate state, she was the school belle.

She had seen plenty of boys trying to hit on her like this.

Right now, all she could think about was saving her mother and had no mind to chat with Fu Yan: "Sorry, I'm already 23, I don't like younger guys."

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows, interestedly licking his lips.

He was suave, handsome, and this was the first time a girl had rejected him.

Just as he was ready to continue showcasing his charming personality, Xia Jinyun ignored him and hurried towards the staircase.

"Uncle Fu."

Fu Mingchuan handed Xia Jinyun a card: "Here's two hundred thousand, go to the hospital quickly, and if you need a place to stay in the next few days, just stay here. Don't be polite with Uncle Fu."

Xia Jinyun lowered her head, her fingers tightly gripping the card, tears falling, her voice trembling: "Uncle Fu, I will return this money to you later."

Fu Mingchuan nodded: "Hurry to the hospital."

"Yeah." Xia Jinyun nodded firmly, ignoring her chapped lips and rumbling stomach, turned, and ran towards the hospital.

Fu Ying watched her departure, feeling somewhat sad.

Fu Mingchuan lowered his head, asking his daughter: "What are you thinking about?"

Fu Ying shook her head, smiling: "Nothing."

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...

March's weather was still cool, Fu Ying stood by the roadside waiting for the bus.

Fu Ying glanced at her phone.

Li Hanyi: Boss, we are waiting for you.

Fu Ying: Waiting for the bus.

Li Hanyi: With your family's wealth, you still need to wait for the bus?

Fu Ying: I sneaked out.

Li Hanyi: Then hurry up, everyone is waiting.

Fu Ying: Yeah.

Fu Ying had just found out that today was Li Hanyi's birthday.

When she woke up this morning, Li Hanyi had texted her asking if she wanted to go out and have fun together.

Truth be told, Fu Ying was tempted.

Without the constraints of the deep palace, and in this unusually bustling too much world, it was easy to arouse Fu Ying's curiosity about interesting things outside.

She smoothly arrived at the place Li Hanyi mentioned. When entering the KTV private room, she still felt a bit nervous and excited.

Fu Ying cautiously pushed open the door, peeking inside; not many people, all familiar.

Fu Ying was actually surprised to see Wen Tian, that top student class leader was also mingling with them.

"Boss!"

Du Yong waved to her.

"Why so late?" Li Hanyi couldn't help complaining, he had been hungry for a long time, "How could you make the birthday boy wait?"

"Got delayed on the road."

"Alright, hurry up and make a wish, cut the cake." Du Yong urged.

Li Hanyi pressed his hands together, praying earnestly: "Bless me, bless me to improve in my studies, maybe even get a girlfriend in high school. Not much to ask for, just fair-skinned, beautiful, and with long legs."

Du Yong disdainfully: "Shallow, love should be mutual, right Wen Tian?"

Wen Tian shyly nodded: "Yes, but we're still young, it's early for dating, we should focus on our studies."

Fu Ying remembered a slogan she saw recently: "Start from the cradle."

After saying it, she felt a bit guilty.

At sixteen years old in ancient times, one could get married.

If Tianyixin Palace hadn't caught fire, she might already have been sent away for a marital alliance.

Yet at sixteen years old in modern times, that's still a minor.

She seemed a bit more mature compared to her peers.

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