Fang Junjie knocked and entered. Fu Xiaotang glanced at him and turned away. Sitting close to her, he held her firmly when she tried to move away, his voice low and deep in her ear, “Are you angry?” Fu Xiaotang didn’t mince words, turning to ask directly, “Are you going away for a long time? Or is something wrong? Why didn’t you tell me?” Fang Junjie sighed softly, “I wanted to tell you, but every time I see you, I get distracted and forget.”
Fu Xiaotang glared at him fiercely, thinking to herself, “Why distracted? Who knows what you think about every day?” Fang Junjie seemed to enjoy being glared at, smiling as he hugged her closer, resting his chin on her shoulder, casually saying, “There’s some trouble with my business in Italy that needs my immediate attention.”
Fu Xiaotang was silent for a while. Fang Junjie shook her gently, “What’s the matter, can’t bear to part with me?” Fu Xiaotang bit her lower lip, looking at him, “Is it… dangerous?” Fang Junjie laughed easily, “So you’re worried about that. There’s always some danger, but I never take it seriously. And now that I have you, how could I let anything happen to myself?”
Fu Xiaotang looked into his eyes for a moment before nestling into his embrace. Fang Junjie held her, eyes half-closed, murmuring to himself, “You’ve been through so much hardship; you deserve a very, very beautiful future. I have a great responsibility.”
Fu Xiaotang’s heart warmed, and she asked softly, “How long will you be gone?” “At most a year, at least three months,” he replied. Fu Xiaotang was stunned, “That long?” Fang Junjie said slowly, “I’ll use this opportunity to settle my business in Italy for good, and then we can be together forever. Isn’t that good?” After a pause, he added, “With you here at Tenth Brother’s, I’m not worried. Take good care of yourself. With today’s communication technology, we can see each other every day. A few months will pass quickly.”
