I Don't Treat Myself Well Either

"What are you doing?"

Sheng Xiangsi, still facing away from him, didn't know how far he'd gotten.

"Have you taken it off?"

Fu Hanjiang snapped out of his daze, narrowing his eyes to hide the cold gleam within them.

Xiangsi meant well.

Moreover, she was facing away, so she shouldn't be able to see his back.

Fu Hanjiang raised his arms and took off the damp shirt. "Yes, it's off."

"Here."

Sheng Xiangsi remained with her back to him, tossing a men's shirt his way. "You can wear this for now."

"What is this?"

Men are always sensitive to other men's things. Fu Hanjiang didn't need to unfold it to recognize it as a men's shirt!

Why?

Why would she have a men's shirt?

Sheng Xiangsi answered naturally, "A men's shirt. It should fit you."

She had bought it specifically in a larger size.

After speaking, she picked up his wet shirt. "I don't have a dryer, so I'll wash it and hang it up. I'll return it to you another day. Is that alright?"

"Whatever!"

At this moment, Fu Hanjiang wasn't concerned about such trivialities.

"Okay, then. Wait here."

Sheng Xiangsi turned to head to the balcony.

"Wait a minute!" Fu Hanjiang, not bothering to put on the shirt, followed her.

The washing machine was on the balcony. Sheng Xiangsi threw the shirt in and started to collect the clothes she had washed that morning.

When Fu Hanjiang stepped in, his face darkened completely.

"Sheng Xiangsi!"

"?"

His sudden outburst left Sheng Xiangsi puzzled. When she looked up, she saw him fuming. What now?

He hadn't even put on the shirt she gave him—was he planning to stay half-naked like this?

Fu Hanjiang was tall, and with a stretch, he grabbed some clothes from the rack and yanked them down, shoving them in her face.

"What is this?"

"This..." Sheng Xiangsi was momentarily embarrassed. "You're a man; you don't recognize it?"

"Ha? Ha!"

Recognize it? Of course, he did!

Because he recognized it, he was furious!

Men's shirts, men's underwear! How could she have so many men's items here?

"Whose are these?"

Fu Hanjiang stared at her, his face as dark as water, coldness seemingly emanating from him. "Which man's are these?"

As he spoke, he irritably balled up the shirt in his hand and threw it on the ground.

"Whose clothes did you give me to wear?"

"Hey!"

Sheng Xiangsi was infuriated, bending down to pick up the shirt.

Seeing this, Fu Hanjiang became even angrier. "Sheng Xiangsi, don't pick it up!"

"I will!"

Sheng Xiangsi, furious, glared at him while biting her lip. "I bought it! Washed it clean! What's wrong with that? Is it too cheap for you, Mr. Fu?"

She picked up the shirt and dusted it off.

"You bought it?"

Fu Hanjiang's thoughts were not in line with hers. He grabbed her hand abruptly.

"What kind of scumbag would make you spend money on him..."

The commotion was loud enough to be heard by the neighbors.

"What's going on with you two in the middle of the night?"

"Yeah, we're trying to sleep!"

Sheng Xiangsi quickly apologized, "Sorry, sorry for disturbing everyone..."

She turned and went inside.

"Sheng Xiangsi..."

"Shut up! Do you want my neighbors to call the police?"

Sheng Xiangsi couldn't take it anymore and hissed, "What man? There's no man! I'm a single woman living alone. Don't I need some safety measures?"

A single woman hanging men's clothes on the balcony was a way to signal potential burglars that a man lived here. It wasn't an uncommon safety measure.

Was that it? Fu Hanjiang suddenly calmed down, blinking with a somewhat foolishly clear expression.

So that was it.

He had misunderstood her.

What was wrong with him?

He should have thought this through!

How could he be so unreasonable and scold Xiangsi without knowing the facts?

"Xiangsi..."

Unwilling to listen, Sheng Xiangsi turned and walked away.

"Xiangsi!"

Fu Hanjiang quickly picked up the men's shirt that had fallen and suddenly found it quite appealing.

He smoothly put it on.

To his surprise, it fit perfectly.

Sheng Xiangsi ignored him and said, "It's late. I need to rest."

"Mm."

Fu Hanjiang nodded but didn't seem to hear her.

While buttoning the shirt, he walked up to her, speaking in a placating tone, "Xiangsi, I put it on. It fits perfectly... my size."

Sheng Xiangsi didn't respond to his comment. "Are you leaving or not?"

Noting Xiangsi's expression, Fu Hanjiang could tell she was truly angry.

Let's call it a night.

He nodded, "I'm leaving."

Sheng Xiangsi stood up to see him out.

At the door, Fu Hanjiang hesitated to leave.

"Xiangsi," he murmured softly, "I'll treat you well from now on."

Sheng Xiangsi was speechless. She had to admit, his recent behavior was vastly different from before.

But so what?

Should she accept him just because he treated her well?

If that were the case, there were many people she should have accepted long before, leaving Fu Hanjiang far behind.

Sheng Xiangsi shook her head. "I appreciate your help tonight, but as I've said before..."

"Xiangsi."

His expression was serious, tinged with a bitter smile.

"I know I treated you poorly before. Actually, I don't treat myself well either."

To be precise, he had never lived for himself.

He lived for the Fu family, for his brother Fu Hanchuan. To him, everything about the Fu family came first...

But he couldn't explain this to Sheng Xiangsi.

He could only smile it off, "Trust me, I'll prove it to you—"

"..."

Sheng Xiangsi was about to speak but was interrupted by Fu Hanjiang. "It's late, go inside. Goodnight."

"By the way," Fu Hanjiang remembered something, "what scent is your shampoo?"

Huh?

Sheng Xiangsi was puzzled by the question but answered easily, "White tea."

"I see." Fu Hanjiang smiled. "Close the door, goodnight. I'm leaving."

He turned and disappeared into the dark hallway.

Sheng Xiangsi quietly closed the door.

She thought about Fu Hanjiang's words.

He had just said—

**"Actually, I don't treat myself well either."**

What did he mean?

Though her grandmother and Fu Mingzhu knew each other well, Sheng Xiangsi had only occasionally visited the Fu family and wasn't familiar with Fu Hanjiang.

At fifteen, she was adopted.

Her impression was that Brother Hanjiang always followed behind Brother Hanchuan, obeying him without question.

If Fu Hanchuan told him to go east, he would never go west.

If Fu Hanchuan wanted the stars, Fu Hanjiang would fetch them, and the moon along with them...

At that time, Fu Mingzhu's greatest pride was the good relationship between her two grandsons.

What was the problem with that?

Sheng Xiangsi couldn't understand.

Wait.

She suddenly recalled something—what did Fu Hanjiang mean by "mantis" at TeeMall?

She immediately picked up her phone, opened the search engine, and typed in "mantis."