ST3YC Chapter 141

Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child Chapter 141: Best Friends Meet

She had only complained about her husband being too busy and neglecting the family. Now that he had apologized and promised her the memories of their close relationship after she shrank, Qingqing forgave Fu Heng.

It was so refreshing it was unbelievable.

Seeing Fu Heng half-raise his head and stare blankly at her, a strangely cute look appeared on his usually cold face, which amused Qingqing.

She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Fu Heng’s neck, pulled his head down, and gave him a loud kiss.

“Hmm, are you snapping out of it? If not, I’ll continue.”

Suddenly, I realized my husband was a bit silly and easy to tease.

“Naughty,” he whispered indulgently.

Fu Heng supported Qingqing’s slender waist with his large hand to prevent her from losing her balance and falling. The two were very close, and an ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread between them.

“I’ve been out of confinement for several months since I gave birth to my son. No, my son is all grown up and married now, so my body should be… cough… almost recovered by now.”

Qingqing’s face flushed red; she had no idea what she was babbling about.

Okay, she’s just asking for a reasonable sex life; they’ve been married for two years…

No, it’s been over twenty years. An old married couple should have some tacit understanding by now.

Even if Fu Heng didn’t understand the hint at first, seeing her awkward and shy appearance, he suddenly understood.

The main problem is that he’s still preoccupied with the fact that his wife is young and hasn’t realized this.

Now, even his young wife can’t help but hint at it to this extent.

Why wouldn’t you eat the meat that’s already in your mouth?

With a strong effort, he lifted Qingqing up by the waist and carried her upstairs in a princess carry.

“I have some questions I’d like to discuss with you back in your room.”

Being so close, Qingqing could clearly feel the vibrations in the man’s chest as he spoke. Her face turned even redder, and she felt a dazed, blissful state, as if she were floating on air.

Qingqing got out of bed, her body aching all over, her hair disheveled, and her face showing obvious signs of exhaustion.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her slender waist from behind, leaning against her as if reluctant to let her go.

“Stop fooling around, I have to go out.”

She patted the large hand on her waist as if soothing a puppy, and only after the other person let go as if in resignation did she step towards the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Qingqing sat in front of the dressing table, looking refreshed, while Fu Heng was already dressed in a suit and tie, ready to go out.

He needs to meet an important guest today, so leaving early is an essential courtesy.

With the final touch of red lipstick, the entire makeup look was complete. Qingqing smiled slightly at herself in the mirror. Perfect.

Noticing her husband standing in front of the dressing mirror putting on his tie, she casually grabbed a small item from the dressing table and walked in with light steps.

Her slender, delicate hand gently traced across Fu Heng’s chest, revealing a hint of allure that made the man’s Adam’s apple bob slightly.

She looked up, her red lips curving into a charming smile, and as her eyes darted around, Fu Heng felt a slight tightness in his throat.

Before he could make a move, Qingqing had already stepped back and was looking at him with satisfaction: “Hmm, it really does look much better with some decorations.”

His gaze fell upon the huge dressing mirror, and seeing the sapphire tie clip on the pure black tie, Fu Heng realized what his wife had just been doing.

This little rascal.

A sexy chuckle escaped his throat, and his smooth baritone voice entered Qingqing’s ears, making them tingle slightly and her heart beat faster.

She unconsciously rubbed her ears and suddenly realized that Fu Heng was doing it on purpose.

In retaliation for her earlier ‘mischievous’ behavior.

“Go ahead and get busy. I’ll come to your company this afternoon after I finish my business this morning. Don’t let me see any little vixens hanging around you.”

Feeling ashamed and annoyed that she was out of her league, Qingqing pushed Fu Heng out, adding a threatening remark at the end.

Hmph, if it weren’t for this charming and philandering man, she wouldn’t be receiving threatening packages every day.

It was full of messy, ambiguous photos, and the photoshopped traces were so obvious that she couldn’t bear to look at them.

I may not believe it, but I’m definitely annoyed.

These past few days, Qingqing has been angry that Fu Heng only knows how to work and doesn’t know how to coax her.

Knowing full well that she has recently experienced memory recovery and is easily confused by new memories, he didn’t bother to care for her more, causing her to have another outburst. Only then did this guy realize that women, no matter how old, love to be coaxed with sweet words.

After seeing Fu Heng off, Qingqing changed into some simple casual clothes and went out herself.

She wasn’t going to any formal occasion, so her outfit wasn’t that important.

Arriving at her destination on time, Qingqing stood in front of the unfamiliar private restaurant, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

But it was only for a moment. The next moment, she composed herself and stepped into the quaint private restaurant.

The lobby manager, who had been instructed by the boss, was already waiting at the door to personally guide Qingqing.

“Guest, please come this way.”

The two arrived one after the other in front of a side room in the inner courtyard. The manager stopped and politely stepped back a short distance: “Our General Manager Han is waiting for you inside.” “Thank you,” Qingqing said, raising her head in thanks. Then, she reached out and pushed open the slightly ajar wooden door.

Before you could even see what was inside, a delicate fragrance wafted over.

Qingqing looked up and saw an incense burner in the center of the room, from which wisps of smoke were rising. The fragrance in the room came from the burning incense in the burner.

It smells wonderful, with a subtle touch of ancient charm.

This dynasty boasted ornately decorated mansions, exquisite wines and delicacies, and naturally, beautiful women with graceful figures.

The beautiful woman leaning against the low tower wore a light blue cheongsam; the perfect tailoring accentuated her even more perfect figure.

If the beauty didn’t lie on the cushion looking utterly exhausted and half-dead.

“You didn’t sleep last night and went clubbing all night?” Qingqing raised an eyebrow, breaking the silence in the room.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered their awkward current situation and awkwardly stopped talking.

As if unaware that the atmosphere had suddenly quieted down, Qingqing went straight forward, sat on the other side of the low stool, and casually picked up a piece of mung bean cake from the table and stuffed it into her mouth.

“I didn’t eat breakfast and was planning to come here on an empty stomach to mooch a big meal from you, and all you give me is this cold stuff?”

Actually, it’s not cold. The pastries were made by the master chef early this morning and are just out of the oven now. They’re piping hot and taste the best right now.

But Han Weilan also knew that Qingqing was a picky eater, and her delicate stomach would feel uncomfortable if she didn’t have a bowl of hot porridge in the morning.

“The breakfast I prepared for you is right here.”

She got up and led Qingqing around to the back of the screen, where there was an octagonal table with two bowls of seafood porridge and some side dishes.

The dishes are all very simple, but you’ll know they’re not simple once you taste them.

Qingqing didn’t rush to talk to Han Weilan; she filled her hungry stomach first.

Once she had some food in her belly and her stomach warmed up, she couldn’t stop chattering away.

“You didn’t go out partying last night, but you must have had a great time at home.”

As she spoke, her sly gaze kept darting back and forth over the teardrop-shaped neckline peeking out from Han Wei’s blue cheongsam.

Han Weilan instinctively lowered her head, immediately raising her hand to cover herself, her pretty face flushing red. It turned out that the edge of her prominent collarbone and sexy teardrop-shaped mound was faintly revealing half a red mark!

She had told that bastard not to leave any marks on her, but he never listened and never responded. Every time, she was exhausted from his actions and couldn’t stop him.

Her shy gaze, after being teased, inadvertently swept over Qingqing, and she noticed something with her sharp eyes.

We’re all women who’ve been through it all; there’s nothing we don’t understand.

Han Weilan immediately retorted, “And you’re talking about me? I wonder who it was last night, on our little rich girl’s fair and delicate shoulder… tsk tsk tsk…”

Qingqing lowered her head, and then her face turned bright red.

She only knew to apply powder to her neck, but forgot to cover her shoulders, and even wore a shoulder-length dress. It’s as if she’s afraid people won’t know what she did.

Now the two were evenly matched. They exchanged a glance, and their years of tacit understanding led them to unanimously choose to skip over this awkward topic.

Qingqing picked up a piece of sugar-coated tofu with her chopsticks and broke it into small pieces for easier eating later. Then she asked, “Tell me, you’ve been avoiding me for so long, you have to give me a reason, right?”

Qingqing looked up, her gaze falling on Han Weilan as if it were tangible, almost piercing through her.

“Just for such a ridiculous reason?” She was almost amused.

“I thought our friendship of so many years was stronger than that of a stinky man.” Her tone was somewhat hurt.

Ignoring the fact that her own father was being called a stinky man, Han Weilan lowered her head, a familiar sense of guilt welling up inside her. If she hadn’t been rational, she might have chosen to run away again.

“That person, after all, was the donor of my other half of the chromosome. He almost killed you, and more than once. Can you really…”

“Stop!” Qingqing raised her hand to stop Han Weilan from speaking: “I also caused your own father to go to prison twice, and this time he can’t get out for good. Do you hate me? Even just a little bit?”

“No.” Han Weilan shook her head honestly: “I wish he were dead. He deserved to be in prison. I should be happy for him. How could I possibly hate you?”

If the men behind Qingqing hadn’t acted so quickly, she might have been the one to make the move.

“That settles it.” Qingqing spread her hands, looking quite nonchalant. “You don’t hate me, and I don’t resent you. We’ve evened things out. Why do we have to make it so that we never speak to each other again? Could it be…”

Qingqing narrowed her eyes dangerously: “Were all those words you said about loving me before just lies?”

She looked at her like a scumbag who had done *that* to her and then dumped her.