Chapter 11 What are you doing?

On the 29th, the night before Qin Nianwan returned, Su Mu went downstairs for dinner for the first time since she had been injured. She still hadn't seen Fu Shinian and had dinner alone, watched a boring variety show alone in the living room, and watched as the time gradually passed 10 o'clock.

Auntie Lin came over to persuade her,

"Madam, your body has just recovered. Go upstairs to rest first, and when Mr. Fu comes back, I'll let him know."

Su Mu shook her head.

"It's okay, I'll wait a little longer."

Auntie Lin looked at Su Mu and sighed helplessly. Her madam was good in all aspects except that she was too stubborn about Mr. Fu. Sometimes, it was exhausting even for her to watch.

While Su Mu was waiting for Fu Shinian, Fu Shinian was playing cards with Ji Nanfeng and Qiao Yu. He was having good luck tonight and had won quite a bit, causing Ji Nanfeng to grit his teeth with envy,

"People say that if you're unlucky in love, you'll be lucky in gambling. How come you're lucky in both?"

Fu Shinian gave him a cool glance and asked Qiao Yu,

"Is there a good ophthalmologist at the hospital? Make an appointment for him tomorrow."

Ji Nanfeng: "..."

Unafraid of death, Qiao Yu said, "Can I interpret that to mean you've recently been unlucky in love?"

Fu Shinian played his last card and leaned back in the sofa chair,

"Have you two been a bit too concerned about my love life recently?"

"Can't help it. Who makes us unmarried without any close female friends?" Ji Nanfeng seemed a bit schadenfreude, "Don't keep things bottled up, share with us, let us have a bit of fun?"

Fu Shinian kicked out,

"Did you complete the investigation I asked you to do?"

Ji Nanfeng slapped his forehead, "I knew I forgot something today, that was it."

Speaking, he took out his phone and began to operate it, while Fu Shinian watched him like watching an idiot, quite helplessly.

"It's done; I've sent all the information to your email. You can check it out. However, I've already looked at it, and there's nothing special. After leaving you, she went to H country and has been training in a company until now."

Qiao Yu ate a grape, which was so sour that it made him frown:

"Did she deliberately enter the entertainment industry?"

"Hasn't she always had that in mind? The star-making system in H country is much more advanced than domestically. It's also a good choice for her." Ji Nanfeng looked at Fu Shinian, "It seems you're not that important in Qin Nianwan's heart. At least she left you and still pursued her dream instead of collapsing."

Fu Shinian kept flipping through the emails and ignored Ji Nanfeng's teasing.

Qiao Yu: "Tomorrow is the 30th, right? Are you going to pick her up at the airport?"

Fu Shinian put down his phone and was silent for a few seconds: "Why? Do you want to go on my behalf?"

Indeed, it was he who failed Qin Nianwan back then. Now, after not seeing her for two years, she had suggested that he pick her up from the airport, and Fu Shinian couldn't refuse.

Qiao Yu glanced at Ji Nanfeng:

"Don't forget, you're a married man now with a wife who's been waiting for you at home."

Fu Shinian chuckled lightly and stood up from the sofa:

"You're right, it's getting late. Let's call it a night."

Ji Nanfeng cursed under his breath,

"What time is it? The nightlife has just started."

"That's your unmarried, single guys' nightlife, not mine."

Ji Nanfeng and Qiao Yu exchanged glances and in unison said: "Cut him off!"

…

When Fu Shinian unexpectedly saw Su Mu waiting in the living room at Bishui Yuntian, he realized it had been nearly a week since they last saw each other, despite living under the same roof.

Auntie Lin had been accompanying Su Mu, and seeing Fu Shinian, she stepped forward and took his coat:

"Mr. Fu has come back? Madam has been waiting for you for a long time."

Su Mu stood up from the sofa, quietly watching him. Her long seaweed-like hair flowed softly, and she wore a white cotton and linen long dress, looking gentle like the moonlight. However, Fu Shinian had no intention of talking to her. He averted his gaze from her and walked upstairs.

Su Mu wanted to say something but ended up not uttering a sound. She smiled slightly at Auntie Lin standing nearby:

"Auntie Lin, you've been with me all night, go rest early."

"Mrs., your foot injury hasn't healed yet, let me help you upstairs."

Su Mu shook her head, "No need, I can walk slowly on my own."

After Auntie Lin left, the empty living room was left with only Su Mu. She turned off the TV, which had been noisy all night, turned off the lights, and limped slowly upstairs. However, she didn't go back to the master bedroom but headed towards the guest room. She stood at the door for a moment and then decided to push the door open without knocking.

Fu Shinian was standing by the bed, taking off his watch. Hearing the sound, he turned back and seeing Su Mu at the door, he chuckled softly,

"Mrs. Fu, do you have something to say to me?"

Su Mu walked in and quietly closed the door behind her. She had anticipated that Fu Shinian would mock her and, sure enough, she heard his voice in the next second:

"Mrs. Fu, what are you doing? It couldn't be what I'm thinking, right? I'm not interested in anything with someone who just miscarried and is injured."

"Do you really have to say such things to humiliate me?"

Fu Shinian didn't even feel like mocking anymore. Without looking at her, he put the watch on the nightstand and said coldly,

"Get out!"

There was silence behind him for a long time, so quiet it was as if there was no one else there. Fu Shinian slightly furrowed his eyebrows, even slowing down the motion of unbuttoning his shirt. He couldn't help but turn around to look, just a glance, and then he was stunned.

In their two years of marriage, Fu Shinian had never seen Su Mu take such an initiative. At that moment, at her feet lay a long dress she had taken off, her body bare, and perhaps in a desperate attempt to avoid covering herself, her hands were clenched into fists by her sides.

Fu Shinian raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling that tonight might witness an interesting performance. He no longer hurried to undo any buttons but nonchalantly sat down on the sofa by the window, his eyes firmly fixed on Su Mu:

"Mrs. Fu, what are you trying to do? I'm somewhat at a loss here."

Su Mu didn't speak; she just began walking towards him after he started speaking.

She walked slowly, her injured foot and her stance far from graceful, especially feeling the continuous gaze of Fu Shinian on her, which felt like a brand. Being in the same room, no matter how slowly she walked, the moment would eventually come. Su Mu stood in front of Fu Shinian and slowly knelt down.

At that moment, Su Mu hesitated, but things had escalated to this point. She forced herself to walk up to him and whether she acted or not, it made no difference in his eyes. She gritted her teeth and reached out to start unbuckling his belt.

Fu Shinian didn't stop her but lifted her chin with a finger and asked,

"Is your body healed?"

Su Mu forced herself to meet his gaze and shook her head, "No...but I can use another method."

Fu Shinian squinted slightly, almost disbelieving his ears. He couldn't believe such words could come from Su Mu's mouth. Typically, in bed, she was passive, and due to physical reasons, she had to take medication to not feel so much pain. Fu Shinian had thought she was resistant to such matters, merely fulfilling a marital duty, but now it seemed not to be the case.

Her movements were resolute, possibly to prevent herself from recoiling. At a crucial moment, Fu Shinian grabbed her wrist and looked at her intently:

"Is this a new tactic you've thought of these past few days? What do you hope to get from me?"

No matter what she did, whether humble or pleasing, Fu Shinian saw it all as having ulterior motives.

After a few seconds of silence, Su Mu slowly smiled, her eyes seductive:

"Apart from money, what else can Mr. Fu give me?"

"Short of money? You really think of yourself as a prostitute, don't you?"

"I thought I was always such a person in your heart. Turns out Mr. Fu had overestimated me once, how flattering."

Fu Shinian released her wrist and comfortably leaned against the back of the sofa chair, watching her with a cold glance:

"Since you've long known what you are in my heart, then show your skills, and perhaps you'll get more than you expect."

He truly knew how to humiliate her, but who could she blame? It was she who insisted on presenting her bleeding heart to him, and he didn't force her one bit.

Enough, enough.

Her self-degradation was merely to remind him that she was his wife, even when Qin Nianwan returned, even if in such a manner.

When everything was over, Su Mu collapsed on the floor, unable to stop feeling nauseous. The ordeal was even more unbearable than she had imagined, but Fu Shinian, who maintained a superior posture sitting on the sofa, merely watched with indifference. His gaze seemed genuinely like that of someone watching a prostitute, his words filled with dripping sarcasm:

"If you're going to sell yourself, sell yourself thoroughly, otherwise, you might not get what you want."

"What you give, may not be what I want either." He could only offer her money, but whatever she did, Fu Shinian would likely never understand nor care to know.

Fu Shinian got up and walked towards the bathroom, sarcastically saying as he left,

"What you want is money, right? Tomorrow, I'll have Song Yi transfer the money to you."

Su Mu lay on the floor for a long time without getting up, her stomach incessantly nauseous but unable to vomit. Perhaps her facial muscles ached because he had gripped them shortly before, a sight anyone would find pitiable.

After all, even Su Mu herself thought she was despicable.

For a man, she had degraded herself to the dust.