Fu Xiaotang, exhausted from her tantrum, felt a pang in her heart upon hearing Cheng Yu’s gentle words. She sniffed, then unceremoniously clung to his shoulder and burst into tears with a loud wail. “It’s okay, it’s okay, everything’s fine,” Cheng Yu said while holding her, softly comforting, “Cry, cry your heart out…” Fu Xiaotang indeed cried heartily, like a little child, crying without restraint. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was crying, only that there was an infinite sense of grievance and pain in her heart, which could only be alleviated by this cathartic release.
Sitting in the café, Cheng Yu ordered a meal for Fu Xiaotang and pushed it in front of her, his tone firm, “Eat something; you’ve been too exhausted these past few days, be careful not to ruin your health.” Fu Xiaotang, who hadn’t had a proper meal in days, found the aroma of the food tempting. She picked up her spoon and began eating in large mouthfuls. Cheng Yu, however, didn’t eat anything, not even drinking water. He really wanted a cigarette but remembered he had quit long ago to rid himself of the habit. He had to suppress his desire, and after a while, the craving passed. He was always a person of great willpower and resilience; from childhood to now, whatever he wanted to quit, he could quit. He had a kind of masochistic madness, never sparing himself.
Yet, looking at Fu Xiaotang, who was eating with such focus and oblivious to his thoughts, perhaps not even caring to know, Cheng Yu sighed deeply. His greatest addiction now was her, and this time, no matter what, he couldn’t quit.
Chapter 83: Drunk Fu Xiaotang
Fu Xiaotang finished her meal, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and looked up to find Cheng Yu staring at her intently. “Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” she asked casually as she took a sip of water. Cheng Yu shook himself out of his reverie, smiled, and shook his head, “You were really frightening just now!” Fu Xiaotang blushed slightly, “Yeah, I was a bit worked up, these days have been too tiring. I’m sorry, and,” she glanced at Cheng Yu, lowering her voice, “thank you.”
