Chapter 387 - Smashing Her Own Head
It was making babies yet again.
Lin Shiyu was at a loss for words, she had never thought of getting pregnant. She was only 21 years old and their relationship was so rocky, having a baby together would not be a smart move.
Slap! She hit his hands away and let out a snort . “Young Master Fu, stop dreaming! I’ll never make any babies with you.”
Fu Qinglun’s face turned gloomy. He was completely serious, he really did want to make babies with her.
At his age, he was prepared to be a father.
Giving birth to a baby boy or girl that resembled him would be something wonderful.
He did not have any big dreams. Just like an ordinary person, he wanted to have his own family — a wife who loved him very much and two kids. They would live together happily ever after. To him, this was a blissful life he yearned for.
Was she going to smash his head with the flower vase?
Fu Qinglun did not move. He stared at her, looking at her ready to smash the vase on him. How outrageous.
Lin Shiyu looked at his handsome face and lifted the corner of her pouty lips. This was a gamble between the two of them. They fought all the time, to the point that neither of them were bound to get hurt. Without a second thought, she lifted the vase and smashed it onto her own head.
Fu Qinglun’s pupils widened in shock and his breathing seemed to have stopped momentarily. She did not smash the vase on him but against her head instead!
Seeing that the vase was about to thoroughly smash through her head, he leaned over without hesitation. He wrapped his powerful arm around her head and protected her from her onslaught.
Crash! The vase smashed onto Fu Qinglun’s head and broke into pieces.
Lin Shiyu felt some warm liquid dripping onto her dress. She looked up, only to see blood dripping down from his head.
He… He had actually protected her.
Lin Shiyu felt a sudden pain in her heart, as if needles were piercing straight through. She couldn’t breath and her breath hitched. It hurt. The pain was so abrupt and strong.
Fu Qinglun had no expression as the blood dropped down profusely. He got up and carried the woman onto the sofa.
Holding the trash can, he started picking up the broken vase pieces.
Lin Shiyu glanced at him, the wall lamp had already been turned on. Under the dim light, she could see him bending down and cleaning up the mess while his feet were bare.
As he was in a panic, he did not even bother taking out his shirt. However, he was so disheveled that even his trouser pockets came out.
She looked at his right hand, there was a long bloody gash.
How did his hand get injured?
Lin Shiyu gradually closed her eyes.
After clearing up the mess, Fu Qinglun entered the bathroom. He took a wet towel, wiped the blood off his face and brought a pail of warm water out.
Sitting by the sofa, he dampened the towel before wiping her body gently.
“You really don’t want to have sex with me?” he muttered.
Lin Shiyu closed her eyes and did not ask about his injury. Instead, she lifted her red lips tiredly and said, “Fu Qinglun, let’s divorce.”
Yet again, she brought up the issue of divorcing. Was that the only thing she was willing to say to him?
Fu Qinglun laughed in a self-deprecating manner and brought the pail of warm water into the bathroom.
When he came out, he went straight to the balcony, letting the cold wind rush against his white shirt. His shoulder was stained with large patches of blood. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit the cigarette.
With his hand shoved into his pocket, he observed the surroundings in the darkness, his narrow eyes turning gloomy. After a long time, he muttered to himself as if he were taking an oath, “Lin Shiyu, I’ll never divorce you. As long as I’m alive, I will never, ever divorce you.”