Chapter 85
Chapter 85: Hardship Will Make Empress Grow
As the minute hand passed midnight, the entire Jiangcheng was submerged in fireworks.
Crackling sounds were incessant.
The fireworks lit up the sky, dazzling and spectacular.
Even downstairs, parents were holding handheld fireworks, and children ran happily with sparklers, leaving behind a white trail of light.
After Fu Chengque finished taking photos and put away her phone, she noticed Wen Yu was still taking pictures of the people downstairs, feeling curious.
“Wen Yu, what are you taking pictures of?”
“Capturing life.”
“Oh…”
“Are you sober?” Wen Yu took satisfactory photos and put away his phone.
“I don’t know…” Fu Chengque said with annoyance, “I drank a bowl of sobering soup…”
“You made it yourself?”
“My dad.”
“Oh, hahaha…”
Fu Chengque snorted.
Wen Yu stopped laughing and asked, “Did your parents say anything to you?”
“How could they not!? My dad asked me with a dark face what was going on, and I confessed…”
“I didn’t say a word.”
“I know.”
Fu Chengque plopped down on the bed.
Wen Yu found her relaxed posture quite pleasant. Her bed was under the window, so she could lie down and sleep when she felt tired of looking at the scenery. Unlike his own bed, which was under the desk.
Fu Chengque suddenly exclaimed, “Oh! I forgot, I forgot!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Just now, it’s New Year! I forgot to say ‘Happy New Year’!”
“Oh right, we went to take photos.”
“Hehe, Wen Yu, Happy New Year!”
“You too, Fu Chengque, Happy New Year!”
The girl across the window lay down again, but she raised her hand to wave at him, as if saying:
I haven’t fallen asleep, I’m still here with you.
Wen Yu smiled faintly.
He had passed the first year after rebirth, and the feeling was very strong.
In the past year, he occasionally wondered if he was too lax, too scattered, indulging in the warm memories of the lost youth, which had turned into the warmest real experiences. But in reality, only by doing so did he seem to feel calm and peaceful.
The hand across the window disappeared.
“Fu Chengque,” Wen Yu called out.
“Yeah…” came a faint response from behind the window.
“Close the window and draw the curtains.”
“Oh…”
Fu Chengque struggled to raise her hand to close the window and draw the curtains. Wen Yu took a look and found it perfectly done, saving him a trip.
After a simple tidy-up, brushing his teeth, Wen Yu also lay down on the bed, gradually entering dreamland.
This day was different for many people, but for students, it wouldn’t be much different from other times.
Forget about any square countdown, don’t even think about it.
***
January 1st, early morning.
Fu Chengque woke up very early.
After a noisy night, she slept very well.
The alcohol had completely cleared from her system, and the confusion from yesterday had disappeared. Her brain was back to its peak intelligence.
She lifted a corner of the curtain to take a look outside but found a thick layer of frost on the window glass.
Wiping away a small hole, she saw some snowflakes outside. Although it was only a thin layer, it added to the sense of New Year’s ritual.
It’s so beautiful!
There was also some snow on the windowsill in front of her. She reached out and compared the new snow outside with the back of her hand. She felt a bit proud: It’s almost as white!
The curtains in Wen Yu’s room across the street were tightly closed, indicating that he probably hadn’t gotten up yet.
Yesterday…
Fu Chengque scratched her head, what to do? Apart from remembering drinking with Xiao Gua and others, and that Wen Yu carried her home, she forgot all the other details.
What did she do, what did she say, what did Wen Yu say, not a single detail was left, all forgotten.
She only remembered that she got more and more lively with Xiao Gua and the others. When emotions ran high, she couldn’t help but drink two cans of beer. After finding no reaction in her body, she thought her constitution had strengthened and drank another can, and then…
She also remembered that Wen Yu had been carrying her home from who knows where.
Carrying…
Carrying…
Carrying!!!
Fu Chengque’s face turned crimson in an instant, her earlobes and cheeks began to flush, as if emitting hot air.
She quickly burrowed into the covers, burying her face in the pillow, her body trembling slightly. It wasn’t fear or excitement, but the instinctive reaction of the body when suddenly recalling an extremely important key moment—
Ah ah ah!
She was carried back by Wen Yu!
This, this, this, this was the main point to think about last night!
Oh my god!
How could this happen!
She, a girl, was carried home by a boy of the same age!
How intimate!
How ambiguous!
How much… like a couple!
She could even imagine the scene now, with her toes curled up in shyness—
On New Year’s Eve night, on the dimly lit road, a young man walked slowly, carrying a girl on his back. The girl’s feet swayed back and forth, her chest pressed intimately against his back, her hands encircling his neck, peacefully asleep…
No, no, no!
Considering the task of whispering for ten minutes, she must have been leaning on Wen Yu’s shoulder, then getting very close, very close, her lips whispering intimate and ambiguous whispers in his ear…
That’s it!
It must be like this!
Thinking of this, Fu Chengque was already so shy that her whole person began to explode.
Just like the fireworks of yesterday, exploding section by section, from bottom to top, from toes, thighs, waist to arms, then continuing to the heart and brain, and finally bursting open completely!
She couldn’t help it anymore, rolled herself into the quilt in one go, then hugged the pillow, buried her face deeply, and began to vent loudly:
“Ah ah——!!”
“Let me disappear!!!”
“Ah ya——!!”
After shouting, she fell down weakly, whimpering like dead ashes: “I might as well just die…”
Shyness, excitement, anger, sadness, regret…
Mixed feelings.
Tears were shed without crying.
She didn’t know how long she had been lying in bed, but Fu Chengque finally crawled out slowly. It was too stuffy, and her head was spinning.
As the cooler air outside the covers blew on her, her head cleared a lot.
Unable to help thinking, instead of being awkward here alone, why not just ask Wen Yu? What if he took advantage of her inebriated state and deliberately carried her?
Right? When drunk, it’s okay to help call a taxi to send her back, isn’t it?
Why would he carry her? It’s puzzling.
Could it be that this kind of physical contact was something Wen Yu really liked?
Sigh… Can’t think about it anymore!
Also, she wanted to ask what she had said yesterday, if she had let anything slip.
Hmm… it should be like this!
—This is the thinking pattern that a mature woman, a prospective Empress, should have. It’s great.
—Growth.
Wuwuwu… Indeed, suffering makes people grow faster.
The girl waited and waited, from around 7 in the morning until 9, but Wen Yu still hadn’t gotten up.
So she went shopping with her parents at the morning market first, then came back and asked Aunt Wen. Finally, Wen Yu woke up.
On the other side, Wen Yu had just finished breakfast, feeling refreshed, and made himself a cup of tea.
Ready to enjoy some extracurricular reading.
Suddenly, a figure sprang out at the door of the bedroom.
It was Fu Chengque jumping in.
Wen Yu looked at her and said, “You want to scare people again, don’t you?”
“Wen Yu, I have something to ask you!”
The Empress’s attitude must be maintained, and she mustn’t lose her momentum!
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