Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Fu Tingyu rested his chin on the girl’s shoulder and enjoyed the view together with his dearly beloved. He wasn’t interested in the Ferris wheel. He just wanted to spend some time alone with the woman he loved. Somewhere no one would disturb them. That was enough to satisfy him.

From their vantage point high in the sky, Qin Shu could see the sprawling park unfolding before her eyes. She could even see the city’s skyline beyond the edges of the park.

She tilted her head in wonder. The tip of her nose brushed against Fu Tingyu’s. The sound of her laughter rang in her ears. “I’ve heard that when a couple rides on the Ferris wheel, they will find eternal happiness together. I wonder if it’s true.

“It’s not. What I want isn’t something an inanimate object can attain for me. I’ll seize it with my own two hands.” Fu Tingyu’s glimmered passionately. As long as Qin Shu was by his side, nothing else mattered.

Fu Tingyu was right. An inanimate object had no such power available to it.

She was a whole new person, reborn from the ashes of her past self. No longer was she that naive girl who believed everything she saw or heard.

It didn’t matter if she believed in superstition. They would share in their happiness together, whether it be on the Ferris wheel or elsewhere. She believed it with all her heart.

Kissing Fu Tingyu on the cheek she whispered, “I believe you.”

For a split second, an image of a young girl superimposed itself on Qin Shu. It was a reflection of her as she had been years ago. Though he knew it was only an illusion, Fu Tingyu knew it had been real for the simple fact that he believed in it.

Was Bao’er really willing to stay by his side?

She wasn’t lying or trying to deceive him, was she?

Regardless of what her intentions were, Fu Tingyu decided to push it all to one side. He did not wish to dwell on them at the moment. The only thing he wanted was to enjoy the simple earthly pleasure of intimacy between a man and woman.

High up in the clouds, that was what he did.

Beyond their glass carriage, the weather was good and the sun shone brightly in the sky.

The cerulean sky was dotted with clouds that looked like grazing sheep, drifting lazily in the cool air.

The Ferris wheel slowed as it began its descent.

Qin Shu’s rosy cheeks flushed with excitement. The feeling of descending towards the ground was vastly different from its earlier ascent.

Eventually, the Ferris wheel ground to a halt.

Holding her hand as he helped her down, Fu Tingyu gently ushered Qin Shu out of the passenger car.

It was then that he bumped into the pretty girl who had hit on him earlier.

He did not put much stock into their encounter, having long forgotten the girl who had flirted with him. He simply offered Qin Shu his hand and continued on his way without batting an eye.

Qin Shu followed suit.

The pretty girl was left disappointed by Fu Tingyu’s lack of reaction. The fact that he had not even looked at her, stung her pride. She did not believe her looks were inferior to Qin Shu’s – especially with those unfashionable glasses hanging from the bridge of her nose.

Hence, as the couple were walking past, she intentionally bumped into Qin Shu in a moment of her distraction.

Qin Shu was caught off guard and staggered. Had it not been for Fu Tingyu’s quick reaction to catch her as she fell, she would have fallen backwards and knocked her head against the stone steps leading to the Ferris wheel. The consequences of such a fall would have been disastrous.

Although she had not fallen, thanks to Fu Tingyu’s timely assistance, the collision was fierce and it knocked her glasses off the bridge of her nose. It clattered to the ground with its lenses shattering against the hard stone.

Qin Shu took a second to steady herself, turning to face the pretty girl who had bumped into her.

When the pretty girl caught sight of Qin Shu’s face, its immaculate beauty branded itself in her mind. Qin Shu was a beauty like no other she had seen before.

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She was beautiful and yet, so much more.

Fu Tingyu enveloped Qin Shu in his arms, glaring coldly at the pretty girl. It did not take a rocket scientist to extrapolate who had crashed into Qin Shu and threatened her with a serious injury. His intense, wintry gaze settled on the pretty girl.

“What’s your name?” demanded Fu Tingyu acerbically.

Still mesmerised by Qin Shu’s exquisite beauty, the pretty girl could not formulate her thoughts into any semblance of order for a short but uncomfortable period of time.