Chapter 339: Fu Yujun & Guan Han [36]

Ten minutes later, in a cozy booth at a second-floor roadside café.

Guan Han looked at the beautiful woman across from her, with her deep brown long curls and fashionable attire, then turned her gaze to Fu Yujun sitting beside her, whose eyes clearly betrayed a sense of guilt.

The woman across from them introduced herself, "I'm Bi Lingshan."

Guan Han replied, "Guan Han."

Bi Lingshan smiled warmly and said, "I know. You're Yujun's agent."

Guan Han responded coolly, "May I ask what your relationship with her is?" Bi Lingshan smiled and was about to answer when Guan Han added in an even, detached tone, "I mean, what it was."

Bi Lingshan's smile stiffened. She composed herself, a hint of sweetness surfacing as she calmly said, "She and I..."

Fu Yujun knew she had to speak up before it was too late, so she cut in before Bi Lingshan could finish, confessing, "She's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up right after high school graduation. It's been over ten years since we last saw each other. If she weren't sitting here, I wouldn't even recognize her face."

Bi Lingshan: "..."

Fu Yujun placed her hand over Guan Han's, which was resting on the table.

Guan Han didn't pull away, letting her hold it. In front of others, she couldn't let them see any discord—issues were to be resolved behind closed doors.

Fu Yujun shamelessly cooed, "Darling, please forgive me. I didn't mean to. How could I remember something from so long ago?"

Bi Lingshan: "..."

She remembered that when she and Fu Yujun were together, she was always the one clinging to Fu Yujun. An occasional response from Fu Yujun was enough to make her happy. During the pursuit phase, it was even more one-sided—what would now be called "simping." Though it didn't end with nothing, it left a crack in their relationship that ultimately led Fu Yujun to leave her.

In the first two years after going abroad, she often regretted it—why had she listened to her parents? If she had stayed in the country, would things have turned out differently? She never met anyone else like Fu Yujun. Over time, she gradually came to terms with it, consoling herself with the thought that Fu Yujun hadn't liked her that much anyway—at least not as much as she had liked Fu Yujun.

By the time she graduated and returned to China, Fu Yujun had become a household name, surrounded by crowds wherever she went, while Bi Lingshan was just an ordinary interior designer. The gap between them had grown wider and wider. At that crossroads back then, she had chosen the wrong path, and there was no chance of a future with Fu Yujun anymore.

She had thought they would never meet again in this lifetime, but who would have guessed they'd run into each other so coincidentally in their hometown?

Bi Lingshan admitted that when she first saw Fu Yujun, she had entertained some unrealistic thoughts of rekindling their old flame. But Fu Yujun's dismissive attitude shattered those illusions completely.

Bi Lingshan left the table without even touching her coffee. When she went to pay at the counter, she was told that Guan Han had already settled the bill. She glanced back toward the window booth, where Guan Han was reaching out to ruffle Fu Yujun's hair—even their silhouettes looked sweet.

As soon as Bi Lingshan left, Guan Han immediately withdrew her hand and stared expressionlessly out the window.

Fu Yujun tugged at her hand, but Guan Han pulled away.

She tugged again, and Guan Han pulled away again.

Fu Yujun wrapped her arms around Guan Han's shoulders, but Guan Han frowned and said coldly, "Let go."

Fu Yujun refused to release her. Guan Han, being stronger, forcibly removed Fu Yujun's hands from her shoulders. Rubbing her wrist, Fu Yujun pretended to be on the verge of tears.

Guan Han's face darkened like an impending storm. "Are you still acting?"

Fu Yujun swallowed her feigned tears.

Guan Han said, "Let's go home."

As they stood up, the waitress had just brought their coffee. Without even pausing for a step, Guan Han walked straight out.

For Guan Han, who always practiced frugality, to abandon freshly served coffee—just how angry must she be? Fu Yujun followed behind her, biting her lower lip.

How was she going to smooth things over now?

"Dad, Mom."

"Uncle, Auntie."

Maintaining a superficial peace, the two entered the bedroom one after the other.

The elderly couple in the living room exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.

Did it seem like they had argued?

Once the bedroom door closed, Guan Han immediately shook off Fu Yujun's hand. She pulled out the chair in front of Fu Yujun's desk and sat down, crossing her arms and letting out a long sigh as she looked at her lover standing before her with hands at her sides.

Fu Yujun explained concisely, "She was my girlfriend in high school. We were together for a few months and broke up after graduation."

"Why did you break up?"

"I forgot."

"..." Guan Han said, "Stop trying to fool me."

Fu Yujun said earnestly, "I really forgot. It was so long ago—who remembers such unimportant things?"

Some people might feel pleased by such "lies" even when they know their partner is lying, but Guan Han wasn't fooled. She said coldly, "I remember."

She was referring to her own breakup with her junior.

No matter what, it still held the title of "first love." One might forget their second, third, fourth, or fifth love, but how could anyone forget their first?

Under Guan Han's sharp gaze, Fu Yujun gave in and confessed, "She didn't get into her target university for the college entrance exam and decided to study abroad. She only told me right before leaving. I couldn't forgive that, so I broke up with her."

"Did you keep in touch after that?"

"No, I swear."

"Did you pursue her, or did she pursue you?"

"She pursued me. Back then, I was focused on studying." Fu Yujun was already prepared with an answer in case Guan Han casually asked, "What about now?"—"Now, I only think of you." But unexpectedly, Guan Han asked:

"Then why did you agree?"

"..."

Fu Yujun was completely thrown off.

Did Guan Han want to hear the details, or was she testing whether Fu Yujun remembered them? Most women wouldn't want to hear about their partner's past love stories, right? But Guan Han didn't seem like most women.

Fu Yujun weighed her words carefully. "I don't remember clearly. I think she gave me a sketchbook with drawings of me."

Guan Han said without any emotion, "And you call that not remembering clearly? What would 'remembering clearly' look like?"

"Where's the sketchbook now?"

"I threw it away!" Fu Yujun immediately lifted her head. "I tossed it into the trash bin downstairs right after we broke up—not a single page left."

Guan Han glanced at her.

Fu Yujun quickly lowered her head again.

Seeing her looking dejected and timid, Guan Han's heart softened a little. Reason took over—what happened before they got together shouldn't be something she nitpicked about.

She said, "Come here."

Fu Yujun hurried over and sat on her lap. Guan Han held her, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her.

After a couple of kisses, Bi Lingshan's face inexplicably surfaced in her mind, stubborn and unreasonable. Guan Han pulled back, feeling inexplicably irritated. To avoid taking it out on Fu Yujun, she set her down and said, "Go play for a bit."

If Fu Yujun actually went off to play, that would be the end of their relationship.

"If you're unhappy about something, just say it. I don't mind. Or if you want to scold me or even hit me, that's fine too."

Guan Han's gaze was heavy. "I don't want to talk to you, is that okay?"

"...Okay." Fu Yujun found a corner in the room to stand in as self-imposed punishment and said, "I'll be right here. Call me if you need anything."

Fu Yujun understood Guan Han's feelings extremely, utterly, and completely.

As the saying goes, a qualified ex should be as good as dead, but Bi Lingshan had just resurrected in her life. If Fu Yujun had witnessed Guan Han's cheating junior brother from when she was sixteen or seventeen, she would have been so furious she could tear the roof off!

Guan Han was still too restrained. Fu Yujun even felt indignant on her behalf.

After standing in the corner for over ten minutes, Fu Yujun saw Guan Han, seated at the desk, pinch the bridge of her nose. Then she walked to the door, decisively locked it, and strode toward her.

She was going to punish her. Fu Yujun felt a strange thrill.

Hitting was out of the question—her hands were too heavy. While others might playfully tap your chest, she might as well be performing "chest-crushing boulders." As for scolding... she had never cursed at anyone and couldn't bring herself to start. Ignoring her completely? It was hard to say who would suffer more. So, after careful consideration, only one method remained.

They had already tested the soundproofing in Fu Yujun's home—it was excellent.

Fu Yujun's eyes were blindfolded with black cloth, her hands pinned above her head. She could see nothing and couldn't move, but her other senses grew increasingly vivid, pulling her into a surreal world of extreme pleasure.

Fu Yujun's disheveled hair clung to her sweat-dampened neck. She bit her lower lip hard, burying her face into the pillow, swallowing back the involuntary cries in her throat, leaving only faint, whimpering sounds like a young animal.

At the most critical moment, Fu Yujun couldn't help but release her lip. Guan Han promptly kissed her, sealing her mouth.

Fu Yujun's chest heaved rapidly. Her restrained hands were freed, and she wrapped them tightly around Guan Han, trembling uncontrollably.

Guan Han gently stroked her long hair, whispering in her ear, "This is just the interest. The rest will be settled when we get home."

Fu Yujun couldn't speak, but she nodded with a smile amidst the sticky, tangled sweat.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the two returned to Beijing.

Fu Yujun's apartment had been renovated. She brought Guan Han to see it—an extra room had been added to the original layout, about the size of Fu Yujun's study, with a sunny window that let in ample light when the curtains were drawn.

Standing in the center of the room, Fu Yujun spread her arms and declared, "From now on, this will be your practice room."

Guan Han was taken aback, then said with mixed emotions, "You went through the trouble of remodeling just to build me a practice room?"

"Of course. If I did it for someone else, wouldn't you kill me?"

"When have I ever..." Guan Han caught herself mid-sentence and cleared her throat lightly.

Sure enough, Fu Yujun looked at her meaningfully and said, "You didn't kill me, but you made me feel like I was dying."

Guan Han took out her phone and typed: [Wasn't it more like 'dying of pleasure'?]

Every day she claimed she had nothing left, yet late at night, she could always squeeze out a drop or two, clinging to her and asking for more. Who knew where such intense needs came from?

This topic wasn't suitable for daytime conversation, mainly because Guan Han hadn't yet unlocked the scale of daytime intimacy. Fu Yujun brushed past it, saying, "I didn't know what you'd like, so I left the practice room empty. You can buy whatever you need."

Initially, Fu Yujun wanted to replace all the furniture according to Guan Han's preferences, but she knew Guan Han would scold her for being wasteful and extravagant. So she decided to wait until after they got married.

There would be plenty of time in the future.

Guan Han walked around the spacious practice room, already envisioning where to place various exercise equipment.

"In the future, you won't have to practice on the rooftop anymore, so you won't attract so much attention," Fu Yujun said, having planned everything meticulously. She blinked and asked playfully, "Would you like to move in with me?"

Guan Han glanced at her, hesitating to speak.

In March, Guan Han moved into Fu Yujun's home, bringing along all her belongings. Her unicorn and stuffed bunny, unsurprisingly, ended up stored in the closet.

It's harder to go from luxury to frugality than the other way around. Guan Han took only three days to adapt to life in the spacious house, especially falling in love with the practice room.

When Fu Yujun saw Guan Han practicing with the wooden dummy in person, she was utterly captivated.

She recorded a short video and posted it on her social media.

Her relationship was semi-public within their circle—those who knew, knew, and those who didn't had at least heard rumors. The post quickly garnered many likes, and Tang Ruoqiao left a knowing comment:

[Impressive speed and precision.]

Fu Yujun replied with a shy emoji.

She was incredibly happy, satisfied in every way.

Putting away her phone, she continued her workout on the yoga mat.

Guan Han was improving so quickly—she needed to work even harder.

A year and a half later, Fu Yujun's contract with Qin Tang Entertainment expired. As everyone expected, she and Guan Han started their own studio together, splitting profits equally. Aside from Cui Jiaran, who was fully dedicated to theater, Fu Yujun was the last among the three remaining roommates from Dorm 405 to venture out on her own—all for love.

Over the years, Qin Tang Entertainment had undergone several rounds of financing, with Ji Yunyao investing under her own name. It had become one of the top entertainment companies in the industry. Wen Shuxian's studio was also thriving, earning her the title of "Boss Wen." With the support of her former roommates, Fu Yujun's studio quickly got on track and began to take shape in no time.

Guan Han wasn't one for rituals. Aside from Fu Yujun's birthday and their anniversary, she didn't pay attention to any other dates, including her own birthday. When Fu Yujun was single, she would often laze around after work, but now she wanted to celebrate every quirky holiday with Guan Han, frequently surprising her with romantic gestures and gifts.

Valentine's Day and Qixi Festival were a given, Christmas and Christmas Eve were standard, and she even made an effort for the 14th of every month. National Day, Labor Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival...

One year, on April 23rd, Fu Yujun presented Guan Han with a gift box early in the morning, her expression mysterious. Guan Han opened it to find a book.

"Happy World Book Day!" Fu Yujun exclaimed with a laugh the moment Guan Han saw the gift.

And so it went—Fu Yujun never tired of such surprises.

She maintained 100% enthusiasm for Guan Han. In the first month or two, Guan Han had felt uneasy, thinking no one could stay in the honeymoon phase forever. She worried that when the passion faded, the stark contrast would affect their relationship. But a year passed, then two, and Fu Yujun remained just as fervent, showing no signs of cooling off.

She would give her a good morning kiss and a goodnight kiss every day; teach her to play the piano, practice calligraphy, and learn to paint, hand in hand; when she was reading, she would change into Guan Han's white shirt, sit on the bay window in the living room with one leg bent, deliberately wearing it loosely, unbuttoning two or three buttons at the collar to reveal her delicate and beautiful collarbones. The hem of the shirt hung irregularly on her body as she gently and quietly played "Evening in the Suburbs of Moscow" on the harmonica.

It was as romantic as a wandering poetess from ancient Rome.

Guan Han couldn't help but be drawn to her, unable to focus on her book any longer.

Being with Fu Yujun, intense passion was the norm, but occasionally, when they quietly nestled together, enjoying a leisurely evening with a gentle breeze, it wasn't a state of calmness. Instead, it was like a pot of boiling water that had temporarily stopped bubbling, ready to return to a boil at any moment.

That day was an extremely ordinary one.

Even Fu Yujun, the holiday enthusiast, couldn't find anything worth celebrating about it. Yet, it became the most extraordinary day of her life.

Guan Han came out of the practice room and went to the washroom.

Fu Yujun was reading a script on the living room sofa. When she heard the water in the washroom stop, she instinctively looked up. Guan Han was leaning against the doorframe of the washroom, wiping water droplets from her neck with a dry towel, and said in her usual tone, "I bought something yesterday. It's in my bag. Can you take it out for me?"

Fu Yujun casually picked up the bag she had left on the sofa, unzipped it, and asked offhandedly, "What does it look like?"

"You'll know when you see it." With that, Guan Han turned and walked back into the room, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness that went unnoticed.

She held her breath.

A long time passed without a sound.

Guan Han quietly walked to the doorway and peeked outside, locking eyes with Fu Yujun, who had approached without her noticing.

Fu Yujun's makeup was smudged by tears. In her hand was an open velvet box, inside which lay a diamond ring and a handwritten note from Guan Han.

—Please lock me in your prison forever.

Guan Han sighed softly in her heart, gently kissed away the tears on Fu Yujun's face, and solemnly slipped the ring onto her finger.

The next day, Fu Yujun posted their marriage certificate online.

Fu Yujun v:

[I don't care how this path unfolds, as long as the destination is you. @Guan Han]

Reposts and comments quickly surpassed tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands, with likes breaking a million. The entire internet was abuzz.

[Fu Yujun Gets Married] skyrocketed to the top of the trending searches, marked with a striking deep purple "explosive" symbol.

All-Sugar Milk Tea Cake: [They're married! Congratulations! Lovers finally unite!]

God Said Let There Be Light: [Judging by the caption, it seems like Young Master Fu pursued the agent first [shocked].]

Seeing Fu Guan Laughing and Talking: [Ahhhh, Mom, the CP I've been shipping actually got married! KSWL KSWL!]

Smuggling to Europe: [Wishing you 99! When's the wedding?]

Longtime fans had already come to terms with reality. After all, Fu Yujun had never bothered to hide their relationship. Apart from not kissing in public, photos of her and Guan Han holding hands and interlocking fingers were everywhere. Fans who tried to crop solo pictures of her from front-line photos found it nearly impossible—the closet door had long been transparent.

Now that Fu Yujun had openly acknowledged it, fans could only offer their blessings, with a few warnings to Guan Han to treat their sister well.

After discussing it, the two decided to hold a traditional Chinese wedding.

There were two reasons for this: first, the traditional Chinese wedding of Qin Yinong and Tang Ruoyao had left a deep impression on them, making them yearn for it more than a Western-style ceremony; second, the mistaken message sent that night had sparked their serendipitous connection, making it a moment worth commemorating.

The wedding was not held in the capital but in Fu Yujun's hometown. The Fu family owned an ancestral residence that had been renovated and restored to its former glory, making it the perfect venue for the ceremony. With its white walls and dark tiles, upturned eaves, a small bridge and flowing stream at the entrance, and a serene bamboo grove in the backyard, the place exuded an elegant and tranquil charm. Tang Ruoyao and the others, who had arrived early, found themselves captivated by the scenery. Wen Shuxian even exclaimed that she would buy a house in the Jiangnan region to retire in someday.

As someone who had already been through it all, Tang Ruoyao was frequently dragged around by Fu Yujun to act as a "supervisor," offering guidance on the wedding arrangements. Although Qin Yinong had single-handedly organized Tang Ruoyao's wedding, Tang Ruoyao had watched the home-recorded documentary dozens of times, memorizing every detail. Her advice now came with an air of authority.

It was precisely because of this that she gained a deeper appreciation for the challenges Qin Yinong had faced back then. Weddings are inherently intricate, and traditional Chinese weddings add another layer of complexity. Fu Yujun was striving for perfection, and Tang Ruoyao found herself staying up late with her, struggling to keep her eyes open as she meticulously counted the pearls on the phoenix crown.

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