Chapter 39: A Romantic Night

Meng Ning felt like she couldn't clear the suspicion of seducing Fu Tingshu, no matter how hard she tried. Fu Tingshu was also taken aback for a moment; with the phone on speaker, he had naturally heard Qin Huan's voice. It seemed like he had returned at the wrong time.

"Ning Ning, are you listening? If you still don't know how, I have some resources you can check out and learn from..."

Meng Ning was so startled that she quickly hung up the phone, fumbling and even dropping it on the floor. She was worried since it was a new phone, and if it broke, she would have to spend money to buy another one. She stretched out her hands to catch it, managing to save the phone.

Fu Tingshu stood at the door, his expression unreadable, though he was equally stunned. Because she was saving the phone, Meng Ning was half-kneeling on the ground, and her towel had loosened a bit. From his angle, he could see quite a bit...

Embarrassed, Meng Ning tugged at the towel to wrap it more tightly around herself. "I, um, bought you some milk tea. It should still be warm." Forcing a smile, she added, "Qin Huan loves to joke around. Don't take it seriously."

Fu Tingshu chuckled and teased, "Now I'm kind of looking forward to it. Was the wedding gift Qin Huan sent you a nightgown?"

His straightforward comment made Meng Ning's face turn red immediately. Having just showered, her skin was as fair as snow, tinged with a rosy hue. This blush made her look even more charming. Her allure was natural and unpretentious, making Fu Tingshu feel a tightening in his lower abdomen. Meng Ning was definitely the first woman who could arouse him just by being looked at.

"Q-Qin Huan loves playing pranks," Meng Ning stammered, her speech becoming tangled.

"Meng Ning," Fu Tingshu suddenly called her name seriously, then walked over to her. Meng Ning's heart started to race, and her body seemed to freeze in place. She looked at him with flushed cheeks, her nervous heart feeling like it was about to leap out of her chest.

She thought at that moment, if Fu Tingshu wanted her to fulfill her wifely duties, what would she do? They were legally married, and if he had such a request, it would be reasonable.

While Meng Ning was caught in an internal struggle, Fu Tingshu raised his hand towards her. His hand, with well-defined joints, carried a unique masculine aura. Meng Ning instinctively tightened her grip on the towel. Just when she thought he might do something, he merely brushed the hair off her forehead.

"Remember to dry your hair thoroughly when you wash it at night. Otherwise, you'll get a headache."

"Ah? Uh!" Meng Ning nodded cutely, making him laugh. He leaned down and teased in her ear, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

Shy and nervous, Meng Ning closed her eyes and replied, "N-no." Her reaction amused him greatly.

He reached out and ruffled her hair. "Don't you have an interview tomorrow? Get some rest early." Upon hearing this, Meng Ning opened her eyes, only to see him walking toward the table and picking up the milk tea.

She had thought he wanted something just now… If he had wanted it, she actually… wouldn't mind…

His turning away made her feel a bit disappointed. Was it true, as Qin Huan said, that she was too stiff and Fu Tingshu wasn't interested? Or maybe, he couldn't?

After returning to her room, Meng Ning subconsciously touched her head, still feeling the warmth of his gentle touch.

Just then, her phone kept buzzing with messages from Qin Huan.

Qin Huan: What's going on? Why did you hang up?

Meng Ning replied: He came back and heard what you said.

Qin Huan replied instantly: And then? Did any sparks fly?

Meng Ning: No, we're each in our own rooms now.

Qin Huan: Ningbao, could it be that Fu Tingshu can't do it? To be able to resist a beauty like you and still sleep in separate rooms, that's not normal.

Meng Ning had also wondered, but questioning a man's capability could be dangerous.

Meng Ning replied: Probably not. Maybe it's because there's no emotional connection. Anyway, I need to rest. I have the interview tomorrow.

As a wife, even if she had doubts, Meng Ning would still maintain Fu Tingshu's image in front of others.

Back in his own room, Fu Tingshu received a call from Fu Boxuan. Fu Boxuan conveyed Fang Qiong's message, urging Fu Tingshu to have a child soon.

Fu Tingshu frowned. "Mind your own business."

"Brother, this is Mom's order. You're thirty already. Isn't it abnormal for a man your age to have never been with a woman? You're married but still sleeping in separate rooms. Is that normal? Brother, could it be… you can't?"

Fu Boxuan asked the last question at the risk of his life.

"Your allowance for this year is gone."

With one sentence, Fu Tingshu choked off Fu Boxuan's vital lifeline.

Before Fu Boxuan could plead for mercy, Fu Tingshu hung up. He knew very well that he was capable. If he hadn't exercised restraint just now, the fire would have already erupted.

However, at thirty years old, he truly had zero experience in that regard. He had never been with a woman, though he had a dream like that a few years ago, one so real that he couldn't forget it even now.

The woman in the dream, like Meng Ning, also had mesmerizing eyes.