"Okay," Feng Muting replied, then sighed softly, "I'll go take care of my work now?"
Su Fuliu nodded: "Mm..."
Feng Muting was reluctant to leave. He looked at Su Fuliu in his arms and couldn't help but kiss her.
Her eyes were shy, as if she were in a daze.
Feng Muting only released Su Fuliu when Su Fuliu was out of breath. He then reached out and touched Su Fuliu's swollen lips, smiled slightly, and turned to leave.
Chapter 342 Ah Liu is my treasure
That evening, Su Fuliu waited in her room until very late, but Feng Muting did not come over. She knew that Feng Muting must be busy reviewing memorials and had forgotten the time.
He thought for a moment, then put on his clothes and went out of the room.
He originally intended to go to the study, but after thinking about it, he went to the kitchen first.
Unfortunately, I tripped and fell at the kitchen doorway, scraping my hands on the ground.
"Hiss..." He gasped in pain, then blew on his hand twice before getting up from the ground.
No wonder Feng Muting always said he was clumsy; he was right, he could even fall down like that.
Although it was pitch black at night and visibility wasn't very good, I didn't see anyone fall down; he was probably the first one.
Su Fuliu endured the pain, went to the kitchen in the dark, lit the oil lamp, and began to prepare food for Feng Muting.
It's so late, and Feng Muting is still busy. He must be tired and hungry.
All he could do was prepare some food for Feng Muting.
Meanwhile, Feng Muting, who was diligently reviewing memorials in his study, yawned, then looked at the high stack of memorials beside him, sighed, and continued his work.
He couldn't help but wonder if his Ah Liu was asleep.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Su Fuliu's voice came from outside: "Tinglang...it's me..."
Feng Muting was taken aback, then hurriedly put down the folded paper, got up and quickly went to open the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Su Fuliu standing there with food in her hands: "Aliu, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I... I noticed that Tinglang hadn't returned yet, and I knew he was still busy with these reports, so I thought I'd make him something to eat. I didn't disturb him, did I?"
Feng Muting shook his head, then took the tray from Su Fuliu's hands with one hand, took Su Fuliu's hand with the other, and led him into the study.
Su Fuliu frowned almost imperceptibly as she glanced at the hand being held by Feng Muting.
Once inside the study, Feng Muting let go of his hand, and he immediately withdrew it, then tucked it into his sleeve.
Feng Muting put down the food, then turned to look at him and said with concern, "It's so late, A-Liu should be resting. Why did you go to the kitchen and work so hard to make all this food?"
Su Fuliu shook her head: "It's okay, I can't sleep anyway. Tinglang, sit down and have some. I made you Heyi cake, chestnut cake, and stewed some rock sugar pear."
Looking at the food he had prepared, Feng Muting couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah! I am truly the happiest person in the world. How did I manage to find such a wonderful wife as A-Liu!"
"I'm not a submissive wife."
"Okay, okay, no, no, A-Liu isn't a timid wife, A-Liu is my treasure."
Su Fuliu blushed and looked away shyly, saying, "Alright, Tinglang, eat up."
Feng Muting ate everything Su Fuliu had prepared in one go. This was all made with great effort by his Ah Liu, and he had to finish it all.
"Is Tinglang still busy?"
"Now that everyone's full, we'll definitely be busy for a while longer. I'll take A-Liu back to her room. A-Liu, why don't you go to sleep first?"
"Alright, then Tinglang, promise me you'll go back to rest after another half an hour of work, okay?" Su Fuliu asked.
"Alright." Feng Muting nodded. "Let's go, I'll take you back to your room first."
Su Fuliu shook her head: "No need, there's no need to escort me. I can go back by myself. Tinglang, you go ahead with your work, it'll only be half an hour, okay?"
"Yes, but I still want to take you back." With that, Feng Muting prepared to get up.
Upon seeing this, Su Fuliu immediately stood up: "Really, it's not necessary. I can go back by myself."
After saying that, he immediately turned and ran away.
"Hey, slow down," Feng Muting called out, then shook his head and went back to sit down at his desk.
When he reached for the folded document, he noticed a faint trace of blood on his palm.
Chapter 343 It doesn't hurt, not at all.
Su Fuliu had returned to his room, where he knew that basic medicine for sprains and bruises was always kept.
After finding the medicine box, he took out the ointment, sat down at the table, opened the ointment, and applied it to his injured right hand with his injured left hand.
Although the ointment felt cool when applied to the wound, it also caused a sharp, piercing pain.
Su Fuliu frowned and gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain. While wiping the wound, she comforted herself, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. What's a little pain? You've endured the worst pain, it's nothing!"
But his soft, tender hands were more than just scraped; they were actually quite bloody and mangled.
The originally cooling ointment suddenly turned fiery hot, causing tears to well up in Su Fuliu's eyes from the pain.
He raised his arm to wipe away his tears, then switched hands to apply the ointment to the other hand.
Just then, he heard hurried footsteps outside. He wondered if Feng Muting had returned, but half an hour hadn't even passed yet.
He quickly grabbed the ointment from the table, then went over and blew out the candle, quickly took off his outer clothes, and crawled into bed.
As soon as Feng Muting arrived at the room door, he saw that the room lights were off. He paused for a moment, then gently pushed the door open and went inside.
Since the candlelight had just been extinguished, Su Fuliu should still be awake.
So he went over and relit the candle, then called out, "Ah Liu..."
Su Fuliu didn't respond; he was pretending to be asleep.
Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu sleeping on her side facing inwards and wondered if she was too tired and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.
Whether he was asleep or not, he always went over to check on Su Fuliu's hands.
So he walked to the bedside and sat down, then gently leaned over and carefully reached out to grab Su Fuliu's wrist. But before he could pull Su Fuliu's hand over, Su Fuliu quickly sat up and let out a howl at him, as if trying to scare him.
Su Fuliu laughed and said, "Haha, was I scary, Tinglang!"
"So that's why you weren't replying to me. You were just trying to scare me, weren't you?" Feng Muting reached out and ruffled his hair.
"But I'm really sleepy. Tinglang, are you done with your work? If not, hurry up and get back to work. Come back and sleep early when you're done. I'm going to sleep now." As she spoke, Su Fuliu yawned, looking as if she was really tired.
Then, he turned over and lay down, turning to sleep on his side: "I'm so sleepy, Tinglang, don't disturb me."
Feng Muting sat there watching, and thinking about the purpose of his return to his room, he said softly, "Ah Liu, can you let me see your hand first?"
Upon hearing this, Su Fuliu snorted and said with dissatisfaction, "I already said I wanted to sleep, Tinglang, please don't disturb my sleep, okay? I'm really sleepy."
"I'll just take a look at your hands."
"Tinglang, you're so annoying. You're handling state affairs and you're still thinking about touching my hand. I won't let you. Tinglang, hurry back to work and come back to rest as soon as you're done. I'm really sleepy, I'm going to sleep now."
Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu, who had her back to him the whole time, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Aliu..."
Su Fuliu ignored him and pretended to be about to fall asleep.
"Then Ah Liu, you should go to sleep first. I'll come back to sleep later." With that, Feng Muting got up and walked out.
Su Fuliu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the door close. He turned around and saw that Feng Muting had left. He then sat up, took out the ointment hidden under his pillow, and continued to apply the ointment to his right hand, which he hadn't finished applying.
"Hiss—" As soon as the ointment was applied, waves of excruciating pain surged through her. Su Fuliu frowned, her face contorted in agony.
"Ah Liu!" Feng Muting's voice suddenly rang out.
Su Fuliu looked up and saw that Feng Muting, who had been gone at some point, had reappeared in front of him. He was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the ointment and put his hands behind his back.
He looked at Feng Muting, somewhat bewildered, like a child who had done something wrong, stammering, unsure of what to say: "I...I..."
Chapter 344 I really have no way to deal with you, you little idiot.
In the past, Feng Muting would have already become fierce. Even if he was expressing concern, he would have first scolded him.
But now, he wouldn't dare do that at all.
He had no temper at all when facing Su Fuliu.
All I feel is heartache.
He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared intently at Su Fuliu: "Stretch out your hand."
"I...I'm fine. Didn't Tinglang leave? Why is he back? If Tinglang isn't going to the study, he should go to sleep early." Su Fuliu was still trying to change the subject.
But Feng Muting has already seen it, so how can it be moved?
Seeing that he still refused, Feng Muting reached out and grabbed his arm.
Su Fuliu instinctively strained, not wanting Feng Muting to pull his hand away.
"Tinglang, why are you grabbing my arm? I...I'm fine, you're hurting me!" Su Fuliu exclaimed anxiously.
Upon hearing him cry out that it hurt, Feng Muting dared not exert any more force and immediately let go.
Su Fuliu's face turned red, and her eyes were watery, but she refused to extend her hand, keeping it behind her back.
Feng Muting looked at him, somewhat helpless.
Forcibly grabbing Su Fuliu's hand is definitely not an option.
Then we'll have to find another way.
Immediately, Feng Muting reached out and put his arm around Su Fuliu's waist, bringing him in front of him, and then kissed him directly.
The kiss was so passionate that it gave Su Fuliu no chance to catch her breath.
Soon, the air in Su Fuliu's chest was completely taken away, and he had no choice but to reach out and try to push Feng Muting away.
However, because his hand hurt, he curled his fingers and used the back of his hand to push Feng Muting.
Taking advantage of the moment, Feng Muting grabbed Su Fuliu's wrist. Just as he was about to look down, Su Fuliu quickly clenched her fist and said, "It's nothing, really nothing, just... just a little... minor injury."
"Open it so I can see. Don't hold it like that, it will hurt," Feng Muting said softly.