Returning home, the house, which had been vacant for a week, was a complete mess. Leftover takeout boxes, drink bottles, worn socks... were visible everywhere.
Fu Chenshang rubbed his temples; although he had guessed as much, he didn't expect the "disaster" to be so severe, "Clean this up within two hours."
Having said that, he went off to shower, looking as if she wouldn't dare to defy him.
Song Anjiu took a deep breath and patted her chest; she had made the mess herself, so indeed, it was her responsibility to clean it up. However, it was the way that guy commanded her, with the air of a lord and his dictating tone, which was like unwittingly stroking her scales the wrong way, making her involuntarily want to rebel.
In the meantime, Fu Chenshang finished showering and, while drying his hair, walked around the room, occasionally giving orders. The rags had to be soaked in disinfectant, the floor needed to be mopped at least three times, and not a single hair could be overlooked. Snacks and cosmetics were thrown out entirely, leaving her clenching her fists in frustration.
She kept reminding herself not to get agitated, not to lose her temper. She must stay calm under these circumstances. She didn't understand this man at all; observing and waiting for the right moment was the best strategy. She didn't believe he had no weaknesses.
But things got even more outrageous; the guy somehow found a ridiculous HelloKitty-patterned apron and, to her dismay, tied it around her, "Don't get yourself dirty."
Song Anjiu finally lost her patience and reached to take it off, "Stop making me wear such girly things!"
It was common knowledge that as the young mistress of the Song Family, Song Anjiu's style was more valiant than that of men.
Fu Chenshang chuckled and unhurriedly picked up the apron from the ground, shook it out, and put it back on her, "You really think you're a man, huh?"
Song Anjiu continued to pull it, but Fu Chenshang deftly embraced her from the front, locking her hands behind her, "I don't care who you were before or what kind of person you were. From the moment you married me, your life is in my hands."
Song Anjiu was particularly averse to his close contact, even more averse to being coerced into non-resistance.
They had just met, so why did he think he had the right to hug her like it was a given, let alone declare he would take over her life?
"Fu Chenshang, why on earth did you marry me?" Song Anjiu sighed, feeling somewhat powerless.
"I thought I made it very clear when I proposed," said Fu Chenshang with an inscrutable expression.
"Love at First Sight?" Song Anjiu asked with a smile.
The reason seemed utterly absurd. You should know, at that time, she had just returned from a high-speed car chase, had taken a fall, and was covered in blood and dirt, and moreover, her clothing and appearance didn't reveal at all that she was a woman. When he announced his reason for marrying her in front of everyone, not only was she shocked, but so was everyone else.
"Are you sure you're not GAY, and since you couldn't marry a man, you married me?" she could only think of this possibility.
Fu Chenshang looked at her calmly, "Even if I were looking for a man, I wouldn't choose someone like you."
"..." You win.
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Finally having cleaned the place from top to bottom, Song Anjiu was so tired that she couldn't straighten her back.
After showering and approaching the bedroom door, she saw that Fu Chenshang wasn't asleep yet; he was wearing a light grey pajama set, leaning against the headboard, with glasses on, reading a book.
Song Anjiu froze, realizing that she was indeed married now. Was she supposed to share a bed with him?
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[Thanks for the support from everyone, thank you for the diamonds, flowers, and coffee. I won't thank each of you individually here. I didn't expect that after such a long pause there would still be visitors, you all are true love! ╭(╯3╰)╮]