My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me! Chapter 47: Spending Her Money Lavishly

Before self-study class, Fu Ying followed Li Hanyi to grab so food near the school.

The snack stalls were filled with students.

So were from the nearby university, and so were from their own school.

The entire snack street was bustling and noisy, but the dining atmosphere was pretty good.

Just as Fu Ying sat down at a snack stall with them, she saw Fu Yan.

He had his arm around a female classmate’s shoulder, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, acting all cool and arrogant.

He was chatting and laughing uproariously with a few friends.

She had never seen Fu Yan smoke at ho, but now his true colors were on full display outside.

Wen Tian ordered two servings of cold skin noodles and asked Fu Ying, "Fu Ying, is that your elder brother?"

Fu Ying nodded: "Yeah."

"Aren’t you going to say hello?"

Fu Ying: "Not really close."

"Your brother is really badass. The last ti there was a fight, he told and Du Yong to just pull any guy from the university next door and drop his na, and soone would co over right away. He’s really sothing. I gotta start hanging with your brother in the future."

Li Hanyi and Du Yong ca over from next door, each holding a bowl of hot and sour noodles.

Fu Ying noticed that they both were secretly smoking too.

Li Hanyi and Du Yong were also smoking.

Their actions were sowhat skillful.

Fu Ying shook her head: "You better not hang with him; I’m worried you might end up in jail."

Wen Tian brought over so test papers, his head bowed as he wrote on them, not looking up: "Fighting isn’t good. As students, our main priority should be the sester."

Du Yong sat down with an air of nonchalance and laughed when he heard Wen Tian’s words: "Damn, I’d like to study, but you don’t know that studying and I are strangers to each other."

Du Yong’s swearing: "Your damn this," "My damn that," Fu Ying found it kind of cool.

Wen Tian: "Actually, studying isn’t hard; it’s all about having the right techniques."

Fu Ying was sowhat enticed, eager to know the techniques: "What techniques?"

Wen Tian looked up, pushed up his glasses, and seeing Fu Ying staring at him, his face color turned a bit unnatural: "Actually, it’s not hard; math has patterns, English just needs morization, and Chinese is even simpler—translation of classical Chinese, reading comprehension, just a little brainwork is needed, the rest... like physics, it’s not too difficult either..."

It’s not too difficult—according to what standard?

Fu Ying: "..."

"Hey, isn’t that girl in your elder brother’s arms from our school, a senior?" Li Hanyi was not interested in discussing studies, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he looked around and gestured with a nod of his head.

Fu Ying turned back and glanced in that direction.

Du Yong also looked over: "Indeed, it seems to be Yu Feifei, a senior."

Initially, Fu Yan was just embracing the girl, but now he was outright sitting with her on his lap, holding her tight.

The girl was wearing their school’s uniform, had a bright smile, a ponytail, and a pretty standard lon-seed face—quite beautiful.

They were playing a ga, and the girl lost.

The crowd began to jeer.

"Kiss her, kiss her."

"Kiss for three minutes."

"Kiss for three minutes? Kiss for ten minutes!"

"Ha, fuck, you horny bastards go watch so porn!"

"Fu Yan’s got a new girlfriend, you owe us a treat."

Caught up in the mood, Fu Yan shouted happily: "I’ll treat everyone tonight."

It’s then Fu Ying realized, the money he took from her had all gone into chasing girls.

A fla of naless anger was ignited in Fu Ying’s heart.

A philandering playboy, claiming he liked that sister, yet now he’s holding soone else.

Fortunately, the sister had the good sense to prefer her big brother.

Her big brother was much better.

...

The one picking her up that night was Fu Mingchuan.

Fu Mingchuan was still puzzled about that sum of money and was about to ask when, upon getting into the car, Fu Ying pulled out her phone and stared at it intently.

Fu Mingchuan glanced at Fu Ying through the rearview mirror, thoughts of her diary making him feel conflicted inside.

"Yingying, I called your horoom teacher today and heard you took part in the city’s Go tournant. Why didn’t you tell ?"

"I didn’t think it was a big deal, so I didn’t ntion it."

Fu Ying didn’t even lift her head, holding her phone and scrolling through Shen Liguang’s social dia updates; today was a once-in-a-century mont—he had posted about his private life.

Previously, everything he posted was work-related.

Like the complete fire safety manual.

How to seek refuge during a fire.

How to safely use electrical appliances...

But today, just five minutes ago, he actually shared a photo on his social dia. It was of a chubby orange cat, fluffy and adorable.

And he added so text: Saved a cat today.

There were also comnts below, one from Fu Yi: This cat is very fat.

Shen Liguang replied: A bit of fat is cute.

Fu Ying, feeling bold, comnted: Does it have an owner? Can I adopt it?

Her heart raced uncontrollably as she sent it.

Only after putting her phone back into her backpack did Fu Ying notice that Fu Mingchuan was watching her through the rearview mirror.

His gaze was a bit strange.

"Dad can’t seem to rember that you know how to play Go."

Fu Ying racked her brain for a reason that was both persuasive and reasonable, but found it difficult to reconcile the situation.

"I... I just enjoy watching others play online. I learned by watching a lot."

Fu Mingchuan’s mind wasn’t really on this matter; he was thinking about his daughter’s diary.

If he hadn’t accidentally seen a diary entry, he would have never noticed his daughter’s recent aberrations.

He personally quite liked Shen Liguang, who was also acquainted with his eldest son—he was good-looking and a decent person.

And he was his daughter’s lifesaver.

But.

His daughter was only sixteen years old.

Fu Mingchuan’s face showed complexity as he cautiously asked, "Yingying, have you been troubled by sothing lately?"

Hearing Fu Mingchuan’s tone, Fu Ying’s heart lurched.

If nothing had been found, who would ask such a question out of the blue?

Fu Ying began to panic, unsure of what gave Fu Mingchuan grounds for suspicion.

"No, I don’t have anything on my mind."

"It’s good if there’s nothing. If anything troubles you, you must tell Dad, understand?" Fu Mingchuan didn’t press further.

He knew that pressing wouldn’t yield any results.

Thinking about it, it was normal for his young daughter to have taken a fancy to soone at her age.

It’s just a passing fancy, after all.

When he was that age, he had also secretly harbored a crush on Cuii from the neighboring village.

Seeing his daughter nervously clutching at her clothes, Fu Mingchuan changed the subject: "I didn’t expect my Yingying to have so many secrets I didn’t know about. How about playing a ga with Dad tonight?"

Fu Ying breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Okay."

Fu Mingchuan spoke in a tone of disbelief: "I used to think you were just mischievous, never knowing you had so many skills. Dad feels like he doesn’t understand you at all. The lute I bought for you last ti, can you play that too?"

Feeling like she had been lying a bit too much recently, the lies ca easily: "Not really, just a bit interested. There are tutorials online, I can learn from them."

Fu Mingchuan nodded: "It’s good for a girl to learn sothing like this. I’ll enroll you in a music class during the sumr break."

"Okay." Although it seed a bit superfluous, Fu Ying agreed.

Otherwise, she might have to struggle to find an excuse for knowing how to play the lute on another day.

Fu Mingchuan was beginning to doubt whether the girl in front of him was really his daughter.

Aside from not excelling in studies, she seed talented in almost everything.