Chapter 336: Fu Yujun & Guan Han [33]

Guan Han had ruined yet another set of pajamas.

Fu Yujun went to wash her tear-streaked face, while Guan Han changed clothes in the room. Suddenly, her ears twitched, and she quickly pulled on her pajamas, turning away from the door to ask, "Are you done washing?"

Fu Yujun peeked through the slightly opened door, her eyes and nose red from crying, but a bright smile spread across her face. "Not yet."

Guan Han sighed helplessly. Glancing down at the neatly fastened hem of her pajamas, she walked over and said, "I'll go with you."

Fu Yujun felt a bit embarrassed. "You don't have to."

She had just been crying her heart out, and now Guan Han wanted to watch her wash her face? How mortifying.

But Guan Han's next words instantly dispelled her discomfort.

"I haven't had a good look at you since we've been apart for so long."

Translated, that meant "I've missed you." Fu Yujun's heart soared, fireworks exploding in her mind, her feet feeling as if they were treading on soft clouds. She tried to restrain her smile, managing only a faint curve of her lips as she replied, "Alright, come with me."

Guan Han turned on the faucet at the sink, then stepped back to lean against the doorframe, watching Fu Yujun wash her face.

Fu Yujun took her time, gently splashing water onto her face bit by bit. With her lover nearby, she couldn't help but care a little more about her appearance.

Guan Han frowned slightly and said, "Should I wash it for you?" At this rate, it would take forever.

Fu Yujun: "..."

Fu Yujun scooped up a handful of water and hastily scrubbed her face clean.

Guan Han handed her a towel, her gaze fixed intently on Fu Yujun's face.

Fu Yujun took it but didn't use it, leaving droplets of water clinging to her skin, dripping down her chin. With a playful smile, she asked, "Do I look good?"

Guan Han studied her. The woman before her was pure and beautiful, teardrops hanging from her lashes as if about to fall, evoking a sense of tender pity.

She hummed in agreement.

Fu Yujun tilted her head. "Then why aren't you kissing me?"

Without hesitation, Guan Han stepped forward, wrapped her arm around Fu Yujun's slender waist, pulled her close, and leaned in to kiss her.

Fu Yujun's face was cool to the touch, but her lips were scorching hot. Their lips met deeply, entwining in a fierce battle—attacking, retreating, yielding, and advancing—until Fu Yujun gently pushed Guan Han's shoulder away.

She was running out of breath.

Guan Han gave her ten seconds to recover before diving back in.

They kissed for a long time, tirelessly. When Fu Yujun took the lead, Guan Han was gentle and yielding; when Guan Han dominated, she was assertive and forceful. Fu Yujun endured the suffocating sensation as if her lungs were about to burst, gasping for air while reveling in the electrifying thrill that coursed through her entire body.

The bathroom light flickered.

Fu Yujun's eyes fluttered open for a moment, only to see the light above them flicker on and off before going out completely.

Fortunately, the living room light was still on, preventing them from being plunged into total darkness.

Staring at the darkened light, Fu Yujun asked, "What happened?"

With a serious and earnest expression, Guan Han replied matter-of-factly, "It must be shy."

Fu Yujun was momentarily confused. "Huh?" Then, after a moment of realization, she burst into laughter. "Hahahaha."

Using the light from the living room, Guan Han gently tucked Fu Yujun's disheveled hair behind her ear, took her hand, and led her back to the room. "Don't worry about it. I'll replace the light bulb tomorrow."

"Can I do it?"

"You?" Guan Han looked at Fu Yujun with a hint of skepticism in her eyes.

Fu Yujun flexed the arm that wasn't being held, showing off her muscle. "I'm pretty strong, you know?"

"Changing a lightbulb doesn't require strength," Guan Han said objectively. "It's about whether you know how."

Fu Yujun declared confidently, "I totally know how."

Guan Han wondered where this oddly playful tone came from. Since Fu Yujun insisted, she didn't object and said, "Alright, you can try tomorrow."

After speaking, she glanced at the muscle definition on Fu Yujun's arm, paused for a moment, and added, "They look well-toned."

Fu Yujun beamed with delight.

After all the back-and-forth late at night, they returned to their room. The clock on the bedside table showed it was already 4 a.m. Fu Yujun lay in the soft, warm blankets, feeling an unprecedented sense of fulfillment. A bittersweet emotion swelled in her chest, and as Guan Han finished tidying the desk and lay down beside her, her eyes grew warm with tears.

She blinked, holding back the welling emotions.

"Shall I turn off the light?"

"Okay."

Guan Han turned to embrace her, and Fu Yujun shifted toward her at the same time. They faced each other, legs entwined, holding one another close. Guan Han buried her face in the crook of Fu Yujun's neck, while Fu Yujun gently stroked her dark, silky hair.

Their roles had reversed.

Even the strongest person has moments of vulnerability. Between women, such delicate emotions are most deeply understood.

Guan Han had orchestrated everything and endured it all—not only overcoming the guilt from her deception but also helping Fu Yujun rediscover her former self. Those twenty days apart had likely been even more torturous for Guan Han than for Fu Yujun.

She was human, not a machine, and she too felt wronged, angry, and sad. Guan Han's rationality and composure allowed her to process her emotions gradually, but nothing was more effective than a comforting embrace from a lover who understood and cherished her.

Those suppressed feelings, seemingly vanished like mist, resurfaced with this embrace.

Just as illness can make one particularly fragile, those who seem unbreakable are often touched by the simplest gestures.

At this moment, Guan Han felt an urge to cry.

She took a few soft breaths, slowly reining in her vulnerability.

Fu Yujun noticed it with her usual attentiveness and said gently, "It's okay."

Too proud to show weakness, Guan Han ultimately held back her tears.

Since Fu Yujun had work the next day, they didn't talk much more. Lying side by side, hand in hand, they drifted off to sleep.

The first light of dawn filtered into the room.

Fu Yujun's eyelashes fluttered as she turned her head away from the bright sunlight. When she opened her eyes, she found a pair of wide-open eyes staring intently at her.

Her heart skipped a beat. "!!!"

Guan Han moved back slightly, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Did I scare you?"

Still catching her breath, Fu Yujun swallowed and asked, "What were you doing?"

Guan Han glanced toward the small succulent on the windowsill and said, "I was counting your eyelashes."

She tried to sound casual, but Fu Yujun could detect a hint of embarrassment in her tone. Even without the emotion, the statement itself was enough to make Fu Yujun ponder.

"How long have you been awake?" Fu Yujun asked, tactfully changing the subject.

"Just a little while."

"How many times have you counted them?"

A person typically has 100 to 150 eyelashes. The number isn't large, but they're densely packed, so counting them carefully would take some time.

Guan Han didn't answer.

If she didn't speak up, it meant this wasn't the first time.

How much must Guan Han like her to count her eyelashes first thing in the morning?

Fu Yujun pinched her cheek and said with a smile, "You still need to sleep."

Guan Han lowered her gaze and murmured, "I'm going to wash up."

"I'll go with you. Wait for me."

Breakfast today was prepared by Fu Yujun. While eating, Guan Han paused with the spoon halfway to her mouth and said, "I think I forgot something."

Fu Yujun held her hand and guided the spoon into her mouth, saying, "If you forgot it, it can't be anything important. Don't worry about it."

Guan Han, who prided herself on her good memory, thought about it and agreed. So she continued eating peacefully.

Even the milk tasted sweeter than usual—almost cloyingly so.

Guan Han finished the milk in one gulp and went to wash the dishes and cups. Fu Yujun, meanwhile, busied herself picking out clothes for the two of them, darting in and out of the room like a little sparrow, hangers in hand.

"How about this one?"

"It's fine."

"And this one?"

"Okay."

When she dashed out for the third time, Guan Han chuckled and said, "I'll come in and take a look later. No need to go through all this trouble."

"I enjoy the trouble." Fu Yujun held up a navy blue plaid suit with her right hand. "What about this one?"

"Better than the last two."

......

Ai Ya had been waiting in the hotel lobby for quite some time. She'd sent Fu Yujun a message but received no reply, so she stepped aside to a quiet corner and made a call.

Fu Yujun's phone was on the coffee table, while she herself was in the bedroom. She called out, "Darling, could you check who it is for me?"

Guan Han wiped her hands and walked over. Seeing the caller ID, she suddenly remembered what she had forgotten.

She'd forgotten to tell Ai Ya that she had already picked Fu Yujun up and that there was no need to wait at the hotel for her to come downstairs.

Guan Han answered the call. "Hello."

Ai Ya: "Sister, are you in your room?"

Guan Han: "It's me."

"Oh my god!" Ai Ya exclaimed. "Manager Guan!"

Guan Han replied calmly, "She's with me. I'll drive her to the company later. You can head straight there and wait for her."

Ai Ya: "Got it!"

Finally, they've made up! No more having to watch Sister force a smile!

Ai Ya was so overjoyed she nearly danced on the spot. Catching the puzzled look from the front desk staff, she quickly composed herself, adopting the dignified demeanor befitting an assistant to a top celebrity. With a solemn nod, she strode out of the hotel.

Fu Yujun emerged from the bedroom wearing an ink-wash style long dress. "Was that Ai Ya?"

Guan Han hummed in affirmation. "I told her to meet you at the company."

Fu Yujun nodded, walked over, and stopped in front of her. "Do I look good?"

A flicker of admiration shone in Guan Han's eyes. "You look beautiful."

Fu Yujun raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Then..."

Before she could finish, Guan Han leaned in and sealed her lips with a kiss.

Fu Yujun wrapped her arms around Guan Han's neck, melting into the embrace.

When they finally broke apart, Fu Yujun gasped softly and asked, "How did you know I wanted you to kiss me?"

Guan Han's usually pale lips were now flushed a vivid red, and her sharp features had softened considerably. She whispered, "You said so yourself."

"When?"

"Last night."

—Do I look good?

—Then why aren't you kissing me?

Fu Yujun had completely forgotten her own words, yet Guan Han remembered them clearly. Fu Yujun chuckled softly and said, "Alright then. Will you end up knowing me better than I know myself someday?"

Guan Han tilted her head, seriously contemplating the likelihood of that happening, and replied, "Possibly."

Fu Yujun hugged her gently, swaying slightly, and whispered very softly into her ear, "I'm so happy."

The two of them left together and took the elevator down.

Fu Yujun noticed Guan Han take out her phone, type a few words, and send a message. Immediately after, her own phone, tucked in the side pocket of her bag, vibrated.

Guan Han: [Me too.]

Fu Yujun silently curved her lips into a smile.

......

As fate would have it.

Just as they stepped out of the company elevator, two people emerged from the adjacent private elevator—Qin Yinong and Tang Ruoyao.

Guan Han paused, turning to face them. "President Qin, President Tang."

Fu Yujun: "President Qin, Tangtang, good morning."

Tang Ruoyao smiled faintly. "Good morning."

Qin Yinong, wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses, nodded at them.

Tang Ruoyao wrapped an arm around Qin Yinong and walked away.

Guan Han watched Qin Yinong's retreating figure, feeling that something was off. It seemed like Qin Jie was in a bad mood today—and it had started the moment she saw her.

Ah, that phone call last night.

She nodded thoughtfully.

"Still staring? They're long gone." Fu Yujun poked Guan Han's shoulder.

Guan Han withdrew her gaze.

After a long pause, as if snapping back to reality, she replied, "Mm."

Fu Yujun: "What do you mean, 'Mm'?" It's not like we're in bed.

Guan Han added, "Mm... She's not as good-looking as you."

Fu Yujun was overjoyed, but she kept her composure and deliberately put on a stern face. "You, with those honest-looking thick eyebrows and big eyes, have learned to lie."

Guan Han replied slowly, "No, I really think you're prettier than her."

Fu Yujun finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

Objectively speaking, Fu Yujun couldn't compare to Qin Yinong in terms of looks—no one in the entire entertainment industry could. But in the eyes of a lover, one's beloved is the most beautiful. No matter how stunning Qin Yinong was, her beauty was something to be admired, while Fu Yujun's beauty held an irresistible allure for Guan Han.

From that perspective, Qin Yinong truly wasn't as beautiful as Fu Yujun.

Guan Han never lied—she just interpreted things from a different angle. It allowed her to stay true to her heart while making Fu Yujun happy. A win-win situation—why not?

Fu Yujun laughed for a while longer, then asked, "What about Tang Ruoyao? Am I prettier, or is she?"

When Tang Ruoyao debuted, she was hailed as a celestial beauty—the undisputed top newcomer who could captivate countless fans with her face alone. Not to mention her talent, having won the "Triple Crown" of Best Actress awards.

Guan Han answered without hesitation, "You."

That big-mouthed Miss Yao had left a terrible impression on her.

Fu Yujun was beside herself with delight.

"You're so adorable, Little Guan Han," she cooed, clinging to Guan Han's arm. Guan Han wrapped an arm around her waist, her eyes crinkling slightly as she indulged her.

Ding—

The elevator doors opened again, and the two quickly resumed their usual personas—one stern and serious, the other gentle and dignified—though their hands remained intertwined.

Guan He stepped out of the elevator, her face lighting up. "Sis." Then, in a slightly more formal tone, she added, "Teacher Fu."

Her gaze fell on their clasped hands, and she felt her mind go fuzzy.

Guan Han nodded. "Go to work."

They weren't heading in the same direction.

Guan He glanced again, her eyes shifting between their faces as she squinted almost imperceptibly.

Guan Han's voice deepened. "Aren't you going?"

Guan He flinched and scurried off, glancing back repeatedly as she ran.

Fu Yujun teased, "Did your sister figure it out?"

Guan Han replied nonchalantly, "So what if she did? Am I afraid of her?"

"It's not about being afraid," Fu Yujun tried to mask her underlying worry. "What if your parents find out..."

Her words were veiled concern but actual probing. Guan Han understood perfectly, which was only natural, so she replied gently, "My parents have been wanting me to bring a girlfriend home."

Being addressed so directly made Fu Yujun's ears flush with heat. Instinctively embarrassed, she said, "That's not what I meant."

Guan Han chuckled and teased, "Wasn't it? Then should I keep hiding it from them?"

Fu Yujun: "..."

"Let's not talk here." Guan Han took her hand and led her to the office.

Once seated, Fu Yujun held the warm water Guan Han had poured for her, bit her lip, and asked, "What kind of girl do your parents like?"

Guan Han suddenly laughed.

Fu Yujun looked puzzled. "What's so funny?"

Guan Han couldn't stop laughing for a while before finally calming down. "Do you know what my dad said to me on my thirty-first birthday?"

"What?"

Imitating her father's tone, Guan Han sighed and said earnestly, "You're already thirty-one. You don't like men, and you haven't found the right woman. If it really doesn't work out, just bring a dog home—as long as Mom and Dad can see you have some company."

Fu Yujun burst out laughing, "Hahahaha!"

Then she widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Are you comparing me to a dog?"

Guan Han took the cup from her hand, pulled her into an embrace, and said, "No, my parents are very easygoing. They'll definitely like whoever I like."

"Really?" Fu Yujun still felt uneasy—a kind of unease unrelated to confidence.

"Really." Guan Han said sincerely.

Fu Yujun pressed her lips together.

Guan Han thought for a moment and said, "Do you believe they're even more worried than you are?"

Fu Yujun: "What?"

Guan Han glanced at her watch. There was still some time before they had to leave—enough for this. She took out her phone and, under Fu Yujun's watchful gaze, dialed her home number. Since it was a landline, she entered the digits directly. Fu Yujun, unsure who she was calling, looked on with curiosity.

Hearing the call connect, Guan Han put it on speaker and said, "Mom."

Fu Yujun: "!!!"

Guan Han could feel the back under her palm trembling and secretly found it amusing.

Fu Yujun closed her eyes, not daring to look.

Guan Han continued, "Is Dad home? He didn't go fishing, did he?"

Fu Yujun felt like she was about to faint.

Mrs. Guan said, "No, he was planning to, but Old Yang's grandson got sick, so he didn't go. He's in the practice room now. Is there something you can't tell me? He's just a rough man—doesn't understand anything."

Guan Han couldn't help but laugh. "It's something important. I need to talk to both of you."

A sudden realization dawned on Mrs. Guan. Sensing what it might be, she immediately beamed with joy. Placing the landline receiver on the armrest of the sofa, she rushed to the practice room in quick strides and pushed the door open. "Honey!"

Mr. Guan, shirtless and nearing sixty but still in excellent shape with a noticeable six-pack, was practicing on a wooden dummy. Interrupted by his wife, he nearly lost his focus. He released the remaining energy and let out a deep breath. "What is it?"

Mrs. Guan was so excited she could barely speak. Pointing outside, she said, "Our daughter! On the phone! She says she has something very important to tell us."

"Guan He?"

"No."

Mr. Guan and his beaming wife exchanged a look—everything was understood without words.

Mr. Guan: "!!!"

He grabbed a sleeveless shirt nearby and put it on, hastily wiping his sweat with a towel. As he hurried out, he said, "Coming, coming!"

Halfway there, he thought: Could Guan Han really have gotten a dog? Hopefully, it's a good-looking one.

Her parents were ready.

Fu Yujun was no longer in Guan Han's arms. She sat on another sofa, tightly hugging a cushion from the office—she had bought the cushions here too—with her feet tucked up on the sofa, knees hugged to her chest.

Guan's mom: "Go ahead, your dad is right next to me. Say something."

Guan's dad: "Squeak."

Guan Han, ever straightforward, got straight to the point: "I have a girlfriend. Her name is Fu Yujun."

There was no immediate response from the other end.

Fu Yujun stared unblinkingly at Guan Han's phone on the coffee table. The few seconds of waiting felt like an eternity.

A hearty, booming laugh came through the phone's speaker—clearly Guan's dad.

Guan's dad: "The Guan ancestors have answered our prayers! Hahahaha! Next year when we go back to pay respects, I'm burning more incense, the thickest kind!"

Guan's mom was crying, the sound of her sniffles and tissues being pulled audible.

Fu Yujun blinked.

Guan's dad laughed so loudly the whole neighborhood could probably hear. After more than ten seconds, he said, "Wait a minute. This girlfriend of yours—is she a person or a dog?" Don't tell me you named a dog Fu Yujun.

For the first time in her life, Fu Yujun had her species questioned. "..."

Guan Han was both amused and exasperated: "She's a person. She's the celebrity I manage." She shot Fu Yujun a look, mouthing: Say hello?

Fu Yujun shook her head like a rattle-drum.

Guan's dad resumed his roaring laughter: "Hahahahaha! Well done! That's my daughter! I'm proud of you! The entire Guan family is proud of you! The Hongwei Martial Arts School is proud of you!"

Guan's mom, having calmed down from her emotional tears, shoved her husband aside as he monopolized the phone: "What nonsense are you spouting? All you know is laughing, not asking anything useful. Move!"

Guan's dad quickly scooted over, leaning in to listen, grinning from ear to ear.

Guan's mom said eagerly, "When are you bringing her home to meet us?"

Guan Han glanced at Fu Yujun, who closed her eyes and pretended to be dead. Sensing her gaze, Fu Yujun buried her face deeper into the cushion.

She heard Guan Han sigh and say, "It depends on her."

Hearing Guan Han's tone, Guan's mom sensed something unusual and guessed, "Does she... not think our family is good enough?"

Fu Yujun: "!!!"

Guan Han sighed again and stayed silent, letting the silence speak volumes.

Guan's mom: "It's fine. As long as she likes you, your dad and I don't mind."

Fu Yujun tossed the cushion aside, grabbed Guan Han's hand, and whispered urgently in her ear, "Hurry up and explain to your mom! I'm fine with anytime."

Guan Han couldn't help but laugh: "No, Mom, she says she's fine with anytime... Ouch."

Fu Yujun pinched her waist.

Guan Han: "Why did you pinch me?"

Her voice was just loud enough for both parents on the phone to hear.

The world fell silent.

Fu Yujun heard Guan's mom's cautious voice through the phone: "Yujun... no, Little Fu... no, Miss Fu..."

Fu Yujun shot Guan Han a glare and said softly, "Hello, Auntie. Just call me by my name."

......

After ending the call with Guan's parents, Fu Yujun took a deep breath and turned to face Guan Han angrily.

Guan Han skillfully pulled her into an embrace, leaned down, and quickly kissed her on the lips.

Mwah.

Fu Yujun's mind spun for a second before she snapped back to reality and said angrily, "This isn't something a single kiss can fix!"

Guan Xiang kissed her again.

This time, Fu Yujun only felt dizzy for half a second.

But her anger had already subsided by more than half. She continued, "It's not like two kisses can just—Mmph!"

Guan Han cupped the back of her head and kissed her.

Fu Yujun was thoroughly dazed by the kiss. Even as she stepped into the nanny car, she was still lost in the sensation of Guan Han's lips. Damn, her kissing skills were getting better and better. What would it be like when they finally took things to the next level?

Guan Han flipped through Fu Yujun's schedule on her tablet and said, "You have a free day this weekend. Want to come to my place?"

Fu Yujun, who had just snapped out of her wild, inappropriate thoughts, nearly fainted again at Guan Han's calm invitation.

"Give me some time to think about it," Fu Yujun said, pressing her thin lips together and feigning restraint.

Guan Han tilted her head, swallowing the words that would have called her out, and asked, "How many days do you need to consider?"

"How many days until the weekend?"

"Four."

"Then I'll think about it for three days," Fu Yujun replied, sitting up straight with a serious expression.

"Alright." Guan Han decided she would inform her parents later to prepare Fu Yujun's favorite dishes and make sure to clarify any dietary restrictions.

That evening, after returning home, Guan Han bought a new light tube and moved a chair to stand by the bathroom door, watching Fu Yujun replace it. Fu Yujun hadn't been lying—she was indeed skilled. As she secured the lampshade, she said, "I've been changing light tubes for my family since I was twelve."

"Were your parents not home?" In Guan Han's imagination, Fu Yujun was still that pitiful, neglected little cabbage in the field.

"They were home. My dad said he wanted to cultivate my hands-on skills," Fu Yujun explained, stepping down from the chair with Guan Han's support. She flipped the light switch, and the new tube lit up. Brushing the dust off her hands, she added, "See? It came in handy."

"Impressive." Guan Han praised sincerely.

Fu Yujun laughed. "What's so impressive about changing a light tube? Isn't your admiration a bit over the top?"

Guan Han thought for a moment and smiled. "Maybe it is."

In a mysterious tone, Fu Yujun whispered, "I can even unclog toilets. I don't just tell anyone that."

Guan Han applauded playfully. "That... is truly remarkable, Master Fu."

Fu Yujun leaned against the wall, laughing uncontrollably.

Guan Han took her dirt-stained hand, turned on the faucet, and held it under the water. She squeezed some hand soap, worked it into a lather, and washed it again, carefully cleaning between her fingers.

Fu Yujun watched their four hands intertwined in the white foam and suddenly sighed.

Guan Han immediately turned to her. "Why the sigh?"

Fu Yujun rested her chin on Guan Han's shoulder. In the mirror, their reflections were intimately close.

"It's a sigh of happiness." Fu Yujun said.

Guan Han sighed in response.

Fu Yujun smiled. She didn't ask why—she knew it was for the same reason.

After finishing their respective tasks, the two showered and lay in bed. Fu Yujun's mind began to wander, filled with all sorts of thoughts. The moment Guan Han met her suggestive gaze, she knew exactly what was on her mind.

Setting down her tablet, Guan Han raised an eyebrow at Fu Yujun. "The whole night?"

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