The sky gradually darkened.
A tall figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment in the city center.
There was a bottle of red wine on the coffee table beside her. She poured a glass, but it was already empty. She did not refill it.
At her age, drinking wine could no longer solve her problems. Moreover, she had a good tolerance for alcohol. It was a pity to use such good wine to get drunk.
Lanjiang City was always lively at night, but today was different. The large-scale Spring Festival started about a week ago, and the news reported that a large number of people were returning home. The more prosperous the city, the quieter it was.
It was a half-hour drive from the old mansion to the apartment in the city center.
She drove here herself. Ye Huanyan wanted to give her a ride, but she did not accept.
This was a good time for her to think. She seriously thought about her future with Ling Zhan.
She could disregard her own future. As a forty-year-old woman, she had a fixed life. Other than her feelings, she would not be affected by any external factors. Whether it was her career or anything else, she had it all. Therefore, she was fearless.
But Ling Zhan was different. He had just graduated and was in his early twenties. It was the best time for him to be young.
He should not waste his time with her.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong …"
The urgent sound of the doorbell interrupted her thoughts. She was stunned and looked back. There was a trace of doubt in her eyes.
She had always been bold when opening the door. There were nannies and bodyguards in her previous residence, so she did not have to worry about criminals sneaking in. Plus, she was strong enough to subdue one or two people with her bare hands, so she did not even bother to look through the peephole before opening the door.
She pulled open the door and was stunned.
The cold air coming from the door, mixed with the unique youthful fragrance of the young man, rushed to her heart. As he kicked the door open, he pushed her down on the sofa.
"Ling Zhan …"
She exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
Ling Zhan seemed to be half possessed. He pulled at her clothes without care, kissed her lips wantonly, and sucked on her water. His breathing was rapid, and she could feel his vigorous heartbeat through the thick down jacket.
Fu Yingxiang suddenly felt a chill in her lower abdomen. She frowned and kicked him down.
She didn't say anything and just glanced at him coldly.
Ling Zhan fell on the carpet and looked up at her. Her face was pale, but her tone was firm.
"You are mine."
"So?"
Fu Yingxiang pulled the sweater that he had pulled over her shoulder, covering her snow-white skin. She continued to look at him with a cold expression.
"You came to my place in the middle of the night just to tell me this? Don't you feel childish? "
"You're angry with me."
Ling Zhan looked at her, his eyes full of stubbornness. "If you're willing, I can take you home now and tell my parents that you're my girlfriend, and I want to marry you."
Fu Yingxiang frowned.
"Firstly, I'm not acting out of spite. Secondly, I'm not willing."
"Why?"
"There's no reason. When you live to my age, you'll know that anger is a meaningless emotion."
"Don't change the topic."
Ling Zhan got up from the ground. He was probably afraid of Fu Yingxiang's skills, so he simply sat cross-legged on the carpet and asked.
"I'm asking why you're not willing."
"… …"
Fu Yingxiang was speechless. It wasn't that she didn't know how to answer, but that there were too many reasons and she didn't know which one to say first.
Ling Zhan looked at her steadily, as if he was trying to dig out something from her eyes. He spoke very slowly.
"I don't care what you're worried about. You just need to ask your own heart, and then ask my heart. No one can stop me from being with you, except for you."
"What if I say that I'm not willing to be with you?"
"Why?"
"It's not suitable."
"What's not suitable?"
"Everything is not suitable."
"Because you're older than me?"
"That's one reason."
"You can't convince me with this reason," Ling Zhan began to hold on to this sentence, "Why can a man find a woman younger than him, and a woman also likes a man older than her, but I can't? This is a society where men and women are equal. "
Seeing Fu Yingxiang stare at him disapprovingly, Ling Zhan became more and more excited. "Don't stare at me. I'll say the same in front of my parents."
"What else? Continue. "
Fu Yingxiang leaned on the sofa, looking like she was enjoying Ling Zhan's performance.
In fact, after being pestered by him like this, the depression in her heart just now disappeared. At this moment, she didn't know what to feel in her heart. She just looked at him to see what else he could say.
"Older people have more experience …"
"Hmm?"
"I mean social experience."
Ling Zhan added, blushing a little.
"You can teach me a lot, and of course, I can teach you a lot. We complement each other. My parents are reasonable people. At first, they may be angry for a while, but they will respect my opinion. Our family has been like this since we were young. You don't have to worry at all."
"Then what if this anger lasts for a long time? Won't they be happy for the whole Spring Festival? Won't the whole family be unhappy? "
"I don't care. I'll go back and tell them. No matter what, you have to come back with me for the New Year. I'm worried about you being here alone."
Fu Yingxiang's eyes suddenly softened.
The young man in front of her looked very much like herself many years ago.
"You don't believe me, right?"
Ling Zhan suddenly got up. His height of 1.85 meters was like a small mountain blocking the light behind him, shrouding Fu Yingxiang in a shadow.
As he spoke, the light flashed and he had already turned around and walked towards the door.
"I'll go back and tell my parents now. If they are really angry, I'll come here to spend the New Year with you."
A figure slowly walked down from the sofa.
As soon as Ling Zhan's hand reached the door handle, his other arm was suddenly pulled. He turned around in surprise, only to be embraced by a gentle fragrance. Her lips were soft and sweet, like sesame glutinous rice balls, so sweet that his heart was filled with sweetness.
Compared to Ling Zhan's rough and clumsy kiss just now, Fu Yingxiang's kiss was gentle and shocking.
This was the first time Fu Yingxiang took the initiative to kiss him.
His mind was blank, and his heart was beating faster. It was as if he could hear the thumping of his chest.
A thin layer of snowflakes fell to the ground, and a pair of white hands hooked around his neck. He couldn't help but hug her shoulders tightly and respond to her kiss.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise in an instant, melting the coldness in the room. The scattered clothes dragged from the entrance to the bedroom door.
This child, who she had always thought of as a young man, was actually a fully grown man. The moment he penetrated her, she suddenly gasped.
"Ah … Ling Zhan …"
After a muffled groan, her whole body tensed up and she didn't move for a long time.
"Did I hurt you?"
Ling Zhan was a little at a loss. He didn't know whether to move forward or retreat. He leaned on her as if he was facing a great enemy, and his face was red with anxiety.
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