The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 17-18

Chapter 17 Only You

"Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?" Fu Yuhe said in a deep voice, "That's not what I'm talking about."

　　What he was referring to was Shen Yi's sudden change in attitude.

　　Shen Yi tilted his head and chuckled: "I don't understand, Brother Fu, if you don't explain clearly, how can I know what you are talking about."

　　Fu Yuhe: "..."

　　He didn't believe that Shen Yi didn't understand what he meant. Shen Yi was very smart. At the previous parent-teacher meeting, Shen Yi could understand him with just a look. How could he not understand?

　　He understood that he didn't want to answer.

　　The quiet atmosphere in the study was somewhat frozen. Fu Yuhe's eyes were dark, and Shen Yi seemed to be completely unaware of the gloomy aura he exuded.

Fu Yuhe felt it was obvious that Shen Yi's attitude was different from before. After he came back from his business trip, Shen Yi seemed like a different person.

　　The previous flirtatious and clingy attitude, the hugging and kissing of him fiercely, the person who clearly showed how much she loved him in every way, the person who sent messages saying good morning and good night every day, all seemed to have disappeared with this business trip.

　　What is wrong?

　　Shen Yi's evil deeds suddenly emerged in Fu Yuhe's mind.

　　Perhaps because he had been silent for too long, the smile on Shen Yi's lips faded. He lowered his head to look at the love letter in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

　　"Squeak"——

　　The stool rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, and footsteps sounded heavily.

　　Shen Yi raised his head and saw Fu Yuhe standing nearby: "Brother Fu."

　　"I really underestimated you." Fu Yuhe uttered a few words with fierceness through his thin lips.

　　He walked past him, bringing a gust of cold wind.

　　Is Shen Yi playing tricks on him?

　　Very good, very good. The funny thing is that he himself was actually dazed for a few moments, moved several times, and was controlled by emotions.

　　Fu Yuhe's face, as dark as ink, as he turned his back to Shen Yi, his eyes were sinister, his cheeks moved, he strode out of the study, and slammed the door.

　　The study was so quiet that the rustling of clothes could be clearly heard. Shen Yi stuffed his hands, which had been cooled by the wind and had not yet warmed up, into his pockets. He tilted his head to look at the misty window and let out a light breath.

　　"Ah... I'm angry."

　　Fu Yuhe is not angry, he is not happy. When Fu Yuhe is angry, he is also a little unhappy.

　　Why is this? Shen Yi didn't understand.

　　After a while, he raised his hand and rubbed his hair.

　　...It's really annoying.

　　There was a cold wind blowing outside, cars were constantly flowing on the road, and people in the tall buildings were busy working diligently at their jobs.

　　"Assistant Wang!" A woman in black high heels shuttled between workstations, making the crisp "click-click" sound of her heels. She called out to the young man who was carrying a cup of coffee into the office, and was still panting when she walked in front of him.