My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 35 - The Thief Last Night

Fu Ying returned to her bedroom to finish her homework, then fiddled with the lute again.

She used to play it often in the palace, but here it had been neglected, and she feared she would forget how to play if she didn't practice.

The lute Fu Mingchuan gave her was exquisite, but its sound could not compare to the ones in the palace.

Fu Ying struggled for a while, full of self-pity, and secretly played a sorrowful tune for Shen Liguang. Finally, she sighed and quietly climbed into bed.

Her heart ached, so she tore off a piece of candy and put it in her mouth. The orange flavor spread but couldn't sweeten her heart.

She stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling and sighed again.

Unable to sleep, she picked up her phone and started to get sentimental on social media: feeling like a thief, sneaky in everything, even liking you.

At that moment, Fu Ying felt like a literary master.

In the morning, Fu Ying got up late and left for school without having breakfast.

Fu Yan suddenly showed mercy by slipping some small pastries and milk into Fu Ying's backpack.

Fu Yan turned around and saw Fu Ying dazedly leaning on the seat, tapping her on the head.

Wondering what shenanigans this girl had been up to last night.

She looked so sleepy.

"Wake up."

Fu Yan waited a moment, to no response.

He frowned and tried a different way to wake her: "Time for class."

Fu Ying jolted awake, startled from her dream, her face filled with panic.

Fu Yan laughed: "Did you play the thief last night?"

Fu Ying felt guilty; her brother had guessed right.

Last night, she had been a thief all night, but had stolen nothing.

Fu Ying rubbed her eyes and got out of the car, then took a few steps before turning back: "Don't forget what you promised me, big bro."

Fu Yan nodded perfunctorily: "Don't worry, I remember."

"Do you need to buy equipment? You can't fit into mine."

Fu Yan, impatient now, waved his hand: "Don't worry about the rest."

"Alright then."

Fu Ying didn't want to bother, but she always felt that her brother was unreliable because he just seemed to be.

Fu Ying had more to say, but Fu Yan sped off with a press of the accelerator.

Already running late, by the time Fu Ying rushed to the school building the morning reading class had already started.

Ancient ladies always walked slowly, but Fu Ying never expected to break her own record one day.

Her legs carried her quickly, and she reached the classroom door just as the bell stopped ringing. Seeing that Tan Ruonian wasn't there, she swiftly went to her seat.

She pulled out her textbook while eyeing Du Yong in front of her.

"Du Yong, I have a question, how old is your uncle?"

Du Yong turned around: "Why are you suddenly asking about my uncle?"

"I heard you mention last time about your uncle having an online relationship with someone from our school, so I got curious."

Fu Ying had never lied before, but now lies came to her easily, without a blush or a skipped beat—a matter she pondered whether was good or bad.

Without suspecting a thing, Du Yong replied: "23."

"Oh." Fu Ying stared at her textbook, silently sighing, hoping her brother would keep his word and sort this out.

Zhou Wei, the discipline committee member in the row ahead, looked back at Fu Ying and wrote down her name for chatting with the person in front.

After taking note, Zhou Wei came to ask for Fu Ying's math homework, hoping she hadn't done it, only to be surprised when Fu Ying tossed it to her as she approached.

Zhou Wei casually flipped through Fu Ying's math homework and, spotting many mistakes, gave a sarcastic laugh and returned to her seat.

Thought he was all that, turns out he's just a nobody.

The first class is taught by Tan Ruonian, and Zhou Wei immediately hands in the notebook.

Tan Ruonian glanced over it. There were just a few troublemakers in class, and then he saw the name Fu Ying, followed by a ×32.

Tan Ruonian looked at it for a moment, then placed the notebook down.

Just when Zhou Wei thought Tan Ruonian would criticize Fu Ying, he didn't say a thing.

"What's the matter? You all sound so listless this early in the day. Listen to the class next door, then look at yourselves. Brace up!"

After Tan Ruonian finished speaking, the reading noises in class grew slightly louder, but still uneven and listless.

Tan Ruonian pursed his lips with displeasure, furrowed his brow, and said no more.

...

The temperature varies greatly between day and night. The night air is cool, not cold, and compared to the daytime heat, it brings a lot of refreshing relief to people's heat-induced irritability.

Fu Ying took a deep breath of the fresh air and stuffed an orange-flavored candy into her mouth, then sighed softly.

She hadn't seen Shen Liguang for two days in a row now.

Actually, one is a student, and the other is a firefighter; if not deliberate, they'd hardly see each other at all.

Wen Tian came over and greeted her, "Fu Ying, hasn't your brother come to pick you up yet?"

"Not yet."

"How about I ask my mom to give you a ride home?"

Fu Ying shook her head, "Thanks, but my brother and I have a deal, so I need to wait for him. He'll be anxious if he can't find me if he arrives."

Wen Tian nodded, "Alright then."

"It's getting late, so you should hurry home."

Fu Ying held her backpack strap with one hand and waved at Wen Tian with the other, preparing to wait for Fu Yan across the street when someone approached and stopped in front of her.

Fu Ying was taken aback, not having reacted yet, when the woman walked past her towards Wen Tian.

"Mom."

Fu Ying turned her head to look over, and the woman took Wen Tian's backpack, speaking gently, "Let's go, let's go home."

Suddenly, Fu Ying missed her mother terribly.

"Fu Ying, I'm leaving now."

Fu Ying nodded, "Yeah, see you tomorrow."

Wen Qing looked at the girl, petite with a small stature, in her school uniform, with twin braids casually draped over her shoulders, and big, twinkling eyes.

Clean and fair-skinned, still chubby-cheeked, she was pretty as a porcelain doll.

Wen Qing studied Fu Ying, observing similarities of Fu Mingchuan and Qin Xiuxiu in the girl's facial features.

Wen Qing stopped beside Fu Ying and suddenly asked her, "What's your mother's name?"

Fu Ying opened her mouth but hesitated, "It's, it's Qin Xiuxiu."

As expected.

The daughter of an old classmate.

Wen Qing looked at the delicate-looking young girl in front of her, her tone affectionate, "It's so late. Isn't your mother coming to pick you up?"

"She, she passed away." Fu Ying looked down; she had never seen the mother here but had seen photos. She seemed to be a very gentle woman.

Wen Qing paused, stunned for a moment, then reached out and touched the girl's head, "Then let auntie take you home."

"That's not necessary." Fu Yan's car just happened to stop at the opposite side of the road. Fu Ying pointed across the street, "Thank you, aunty, my brother is here to pick me up."

"Your brother?" Following the girl's pointing hand, Wen Qing saw a young boy stepping out of the car. His carefree and unrestrained appearance truly resembled the young Fu Mingchuan.

So many years had passed, and she had never dared to contact her old classmate. She couldn't have imagined that Xiuxiu had passed away and that the children had grown up so much.

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