Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Fu Jingtong had left and the only ones left in the apartment were Fu Qinglun and Lin Shiyu.

Fu Qinglun held Lin Shiyu’s soft hand tightly, placing it on his injured arm. “Mrs Fu, please help me bandage my wound.”

Lin Shiyu retracted her hand, her luminous eyes landing on his refined face. “Young Master Fu, get out now.”

She was chasing him out.

Fu Qinglun pursed his lips. “Mrs Fu, I got injured while trying to save you, how could you treat me this way?”

“If you’re not going to get out, then I will.” Lin Shiyu then left.

But only after taking two steps, her wrist was grasped by a large palm. He pulled forcefully and her body ended up in his embrace.

Fu Qinglun stretched out a muscular arm, wrapping it around her tiny waist and he pinched her around the waist.

They were close together and Lin Shiyu frowned, struggling to get away. “Young Master Fu, let go of me!”

Fu Qinglun picked up her delicate jaw, trailing his rough fingertips over the delicate skin around her jaw. “Mrs Fu, why do you ask me to let go of you when I wrap my hands around your waist, but not say anything when Fu Jingtong did the exact same thing earlier on?”

“…”

She couldn’t get herself out of his arms and so she stopped struggling. She lifted her head, looking right in his eyes and asked smugly, “Is Young Master Fu jealous?”

Jealous?

Fu Qinglun arched an eyebrow. “Mrs Fu, asking such a question, did you want me to be even more obvious with my jealousy? Listen to me, you’d better distance yourself from Fu Jingtong. He is not as innocent as he seems to be, if you dare make me a cuckold, I’ll ruin the two of you.”

He was deserving of his position as Young Master Fu, even an act of expressing jealousy could be done in such an overbearing way.

Hearing his threats, Lin Shiyu raised a brow. She replied, “Are you done speaking? If you’re done, can you leave. If not, I’ll do the honor.”

Her hands were on his chest and she gathered her strength, pushing him away.

He vented his frustrations by punching on the pack of cotton wool in the medicine box. Fu Qinglun was dispirited and he scanned her feminine body, while asking suggestively, “Mrs Fu, is your frigidness all cured since you’re going around seducing men?”

Lin Shiyu walked beside the main door, she turned around and saw him following behind her, just like a sheep. “Young Master Fu, perhaps, I’m only frigid when it comes to you. I’m rather passionate when it comes to other men. It’s not unexpected for women to be frigid when they face men like you, who are thirsty and lacking.”

“…”

Fu Qinglun’s face darkened, he walked over and stopped in front of her. Looking at her gorgeous face, he showed a sardonic smile. “Just give me a chance, I’ll prove myself to you.”

Lin Shiyu stretched her arms out and pushed him outside of her apartment.

Bang! She closed the door in his face.

…

Fu Qinglun was outright rejected and he glared at the tightly shut apartment door.

He would prove himself eventually.

Men would need to improve through real life practice and gaining more experience. He only had one woman in his life and that was Lin Shiyu. They were married for three years and yet the number of times they had sex could be counted with his fingers.

He had to admit that he and Lin Shiyu were indeed lacking in it.

Their wedding night was horrible and the few times after were also horrible. Though he was young and vigorous, she wasn’t cooperative and it ended up being loveless and dispassionate.

They definitely didn’t enjoy themselves in bed.

Fu Qinglun slumped against the wall, he looked wasted. Due to his childhood trauma, he wasn’t interested in sex and even when other men were watching pornography, he never bothered with it. It was only after he had met her, that he slowly became interested in it, fantasizing about her nonstop.

A 27 year old who didn’t have much sexual experience would be humiliated by others if anyone were to learn about it.

How could he even perform if she didn’t even give him a chance to do so?

He was fixated on subjugating her.

…

Lin Shiyu took a shower and went to sleep early. She had a mind block about one segment and so she just went to sleep, leaving everything till tomorrow.

The next morning, she entered the living room to pour herself a glass of water and she heard the doorbell ring.

Who was it?

Was it Fu Qinglun again?

Lin Shiyu peered through the peephole and saw that it was a deliveryman outside.

She unlocked the door.

“Is this Miss Lin Shiyu? Hello, I have a letter for you here.” The deliveryman handed over a letter to Lin Shiyu.

Letter?

It was the digital age and few people even bothered to write letters.

Lin Shiyu lowered her lashes, recalling the first letter she had ever received when she was 16 years old. It was from Zi Jun.

Was this letter from Zi Jun?

She closed the door and opened the envelope.

It was a… score in the envelope.

It was the score she was stuck on yesterday night.

Lin Shiyu’s heart palpitated, she felt that Zi Jun was telepathic with her. She looked at the score and there was a part circled out. Had Zi Jun given her the solution?

Lin Shiyu quickly ran into her practice room and her fingers were on the piano keys. She played it once again using Zi Jun’s score.

It worked.

She had played it out in whole using Zi Jun’s method.

She played it twice again, it was perfect.

She stopped playing the piano and looked at the sign-off, it read simply—-Zi Jun.

Zi Jun.

After six whole years, she had finally received a letter from Zi Jun.

He was the same as before, though he used to send her practice questions and now it was a music score, he hadn’t changed. He never included any other words of his.

Other men would take the chance to flirt and yet he wasn’t like them.

How did he even learn of this music score?

The music score wasn’t even published and few people knew of its existence. It was only her, Fu Jingtong and a few staff members who knew about it. How did he learn of it?

He had to be just around her!

At that moment, Lin Shiyu felt as though Zi Jun was standing beside her.

Who was he?

She really wanted to know who he was.

But there wasn’t a return address included, she could never reply to his letter.

Would he continue to send her letters in the future?

Lin Shiyu’s face flushed red, she held the letter tightly in her hands, feeling her heart thumping.

…

A University.

Lessons were over and An’an left campus with a few textbooks in her arms. With a screeching of tyres, a Ferrari sports car stopped beside her.

A few girls started screaming, “Oh my god, it’s Senior Li Junxun. Senior is so handsome!”

The window was down and a handsome face appeared before her eyes. Li Junxun looked at An’an, revealing a bright smile. “An’an, are you done for the day? Get in, I’ll give you a lift home.”