Chapter 1108: You Want to Play With Fire?

“Shi’shi, you have been loving us so much all these years. You risked your life to give birth to Little Lemon. You told me, you would never want me to have a child with another woman, even if you had to lose your life. This was how you expressed your love for me.

“Little Lemon’s sickness had caused even more pressure on you, but what’s more stressful is that we don’t know what to do with you right now. We don’t want you to secretly cry again, we don’t want you to shoulder all of the burden. All we want is to protect you.

“Sorry, I have to take away your precious memories… This is our love for you.”

…

His deep voice resounded in her ears, Lin Shiyu’s lashes fluttered and she picked up the crystal chain.

It was a red apple on the chain, she opened it carefully.

There were two figures inside, it was of her and Fu Qinglun.

—-Shi’shi, I love you…

He confessed to her in many different languages so earnestly.

A tear fell down her cheek, followed by another.

The tears continued coming out of her eyes. Lifting her hand to feel her face, it was fully covered with tears.

She started crying.

The video continued to play, she lifted her teary eyes and continued watching—-

Little Shushu was born at dawn. She lay on the hospital bed, her forehead fully covered in sweat and she had fallen asleep.

The father-daughter duo walked into the ward.

“Mommy…” Little Lemon called her.

“Shh.” The man placed a finger before his lips to hush her. “Little Lemon, Mommy is exhausted, let her have some rest, don’t wake her up.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Little Lemon smiled, looking at Little Shushu with curiosity before she kissed him on the cheek. After kissing Little Shushu, Little Lemon climbed back up and gave Lin Shiyu a kiss on the cheek.

Fu Qinglun walked over, helping to pull a strand of her hair that stuck out. He bent over, kissing her on the forehead as he murmured, “My wife, it must have been tough on you, but we have a son now.”…

After seeing the scene, Lin Shiyu raised the corners of her lips. She started laughing.

She tried wiping away her tears but even more came out of her eyes.

She was just like a fool, crying while laughing.

So it turned out, he had never left.

He was still the same old him, he was that same Fu Qinglun. The Fu Qinglun who loved her over the many years.

Fu Qinglun…

She repeated the name in her mind.

Like a flood, the memories burst from her mind and she remembered everything. Those memories she couldn’t recollect, their youth, the many ordeals they had to go through.

Everything just came crashing down at once.

…

Dingdong! The doorbell sounded.

Auntie Su quickly walked over to answer the door. A tall figure stood outside, Fu Qinglun had come.

“Mr Smithson, it’s you?”

“Mm.”

Fu Qinglun walked over to the living room, scanning around but he didn’t see the one he was looking for.

Auntie Su spoke with a low volume, “Mr Smithson, you’ve come late today. Little Lemon has already had her dinner and gone to sleep. She’s in the bedroom.”

Fu Qinglun lowered his head to check the luxury watch around his wrist, it was already eight at night. He had a conference earlier on so he was late.

“Alright.”

“Mr Smithson, do you need me to warm up the dishes?” Auntie Su asked.

“There’s no need.” Fu Qinglun walked over to the master bedroom.

In the master bedroom, Little Lemon and Little Shushu lay on the same bed, both fast asleep. They faced each other as they slept, their bodies covered with a soft, plush blanket.

Fu Qinglun stood beside their bed, crouching over to kiss their cheeks. With the faint yellow light shining on him, his facial features were so gentle, just like a piece of sand art.

After kissing them, he looked around in the room, but still didn’t see the lithe figure he missed so much.

Stepping out of the master bedroom, he asked Auntie Su, “Where’s Miss Lin?”

“Miss Lin should be in the practice room.”

Fu Qinglun turned around, heading towards the practice room. Once he opened the door, he spotted the delicate figure in front of the polished ebony piano. Lin Shiyu was practicing the piano.

Her fingers were nimble on the piano keys, the melody sounding beautiful.

Fu Qinglun stepped inside, standing behind her. With one hand in his pocket, he stretched the other hand in front, his wrist adorned by the sleeve of his white shirt. He placed his fingers on the piano, playing a string of keys.

Lin Shiyu’s lashes fluttered and she retracted her hands.

She stood up, wanting to leave.

But he grasped her wrist with his fingers, exerting some force, he pushed her back against the piano. Fu Qinglun supported himself against the piano, sandwiching her between the piano and his chest.

Lowering his head to look at the beautiful face in front of him, the corners of his lips kicked up. “Have you missed me?”

Lin Shiyu could smell his clean, masculine scent. She shook her head. “No.”

“You’re not being honest again.”

He kissed her on the lips.

Lin Shiyu didn’t close her eyes, she could clearly feel her lips being separated so easily. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the sweet juices of her mouth.

“You drank?”

Fu Qinglun asked as he could taste the lingering taste of alcohol in her mouth. Lin Shiyu lost some of the usual focus in her eyes, even her cheeks were flushed. If anything, she appeared even more alluring.

“Mm.” She nodded, lifting her arms to hug his neck.

Fu Qinglun was stunned, he hadn’t expected her to take the initiative tonight. Lin Shiyu licked his lips with the tip of her tongue.

At her action, Fu Qinglun quickly stretched out his arms, holding her in his embrace as their tongues intertwined, igniting into a passionate kiss.

The two continued kissing, all the way from the piano till they moved towards the windows. Lin Shiyu suddenly placed her hands on his chest, pushing him away forcefully.

Fu Qinglun’s body ended up against the windows.

Lin Shiyu looked at him, his fringe draped over his forehead, slightly covering his eyes. He was incredibly good looking, his tie just around his neck loosely, he was so handsome tonight.

Swish, Lin Shiyu pulled the tie around his neck.

Fu Qinglun’s eyes turned bloodshot as he held her waist. “You’re playing with fire now.”

Lin Shiyu raised her brows, looking at him seductively. “Are you… not able to do it?”

“…”

Dark desire coursed through Fu Qinglun’s eyes. Although Sikong had instructed him to not get laid for two weeks, he had long forgotten how many days had passed.