My Husband Dumped Me for His Blind Crush

Sheng Youxia looked down at her feet but showed no intention of stepping forward.

"No need."

Fu Shilv's gaze settled on her leg, her ankle as slender as his wrist; he could just about grasp it with one hand.

Her beautiful, delicate legs extended beyond the hem of her Chanel suit, as though untouched by worldly troubles…

But hadn't she realized the back of her foot was bleeding?

"It's something Mother asked me to bring over."

"Oh, I'd rather not change; Caicai's guests will be arriving soon."

Sheng Youxia couldn't allow others to see her walking around in slippers. Ever since she was little, her stepmother had chased after her with a ruler, teaching her that her every word and deed affected the Sheng Family's reputation.

That woman was stubborn. When Fu Shilv returned to the courtyard, he saw Qin Jin carrying a pair of shoes and approaching.

"Where's Xiaxia?"

"Inside."

Qin Jin extended his hand to stop his son, "The woman who was with you on the cruise that day, who is she actually?"

Fu Shilv, his brow sharply contoured, uttered two words, "A friend."

Qin Jin slapped him hard on the back, "If you dare to wrong Xiaxia, I'll break that woman's legs."

"Mom, even if things really don't work out with Sheng Youxia, it has nothing to do with anyone else."

These were the kind of words you would use to fob off a three-year-old. "I don't care, you've been married for a year now, the relationship is stable. If anything goes wrong from now on, it's that woman's fault!"

Fu Shilv's eyes crinkled into a mocking smile, "Where did you get the idea that our relationship is stable?"

The more Qin Jin looked at her son, the more she felt he had a mind as impenetrable as a wooden fish.

"She was only nine when her dad remarried. You've met Xiaxia's stepmother, a formidable character."

Qin Jin thought to herself, aren't you a doctor?

Aren't doctors supposed to have a Buddha's heart? If being tough with him won't work, why not try a gentler approach?

"My daughter-in-law is truly pitiful. No one knows how much she suffered growing up. She thought marrying into the Fu Family would offer her protection..."

"Only to find, her husband doesn't even care for her!"

Fu Shilv took the shoes from her hands—flat lambskin shoes, both soft and lightweight.

He didn't go inside immediately but made his way back to the main building.

Sheng Youxia ordered the servants to hang balloons on the wall. She heard footsteps approaching, and before she could discern the person's face, she was pulled by the arm towards the bathroom.

The man switched on the light, closed the door behind him, and moved the lambskin shoes to the side.

"Fu Shilv, what are you doing?"

He grasped her waist with both hands and effortlessly lifted her.

Sheng Youxia sat on the washbasin, the cold surface provoking her to jump off.

Fu Shilv held down her leg, "Do you enjoy walking on stilts that much?"

He squatted down, holding one of her shoes—it was no wonder it chafed, the edge of the shoe was so hard.

Fu Shilv tossed aside the high heels and turned her foot to examine it.

The skin was rubbed raw and still oozing blood.

"This is self-inflicted punishment."

Sheng Youxia retorted stubbornly, "But they look good."

"Where do they look good? You've hurt your feet like this; you might as well wear a pair of cloth shoes."

Sheng Youxia fell silent. She remembered seeing Liang Nianwei on the cruise that day, wearing a pair of yellowed little white shoes.

He let her rest her leg on his thigh, and he tore a piece of band-aid and fixed it onto the heel of her foot.

Such an intimate gesture made Sheng Youxia uncomfortable.

She instinctively tried to retract her leg, but Fu Shilv's palm pressed down on the top of her foot.

Her toes were fair, and the veins on the dorsum of her foot faintly throbbed under the palm of his hand.

Fu Shilv had taken a pair of flat shoes and slipped them onto her feet, "Does it feel any better now?"

"Where did you get these shoes?"

Fu Shilv finished treating the wounds on her other foot as well, "Mom prepared them."

They were also from a famous brand. Although lacking the presence of high heels, they were comfortable to wear.

"Mom always treats me the best."

Fu Shilv snorted coldly through his nostrils, and his gaze lifted upward, originally intending to look at Sheng Youxia's face.

But from his half-crouched perspective, his eyes inadvertently swept across her legs.

Sheng Youxia was wearing a suit, and the hem of her skirt had ridden up. Her legs, because of her sitting posture, were slightly parted…

She noticed that the man's gaze had fixed on the inner side of her thigh.

The restroom door was pushed open with a bang, and Fu Cai peeked in halfway.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Sheng Youxia quickly pressed her legs together.

Fu Shilv stood up but braced his arms on the sides of Sheng Youxia. He leaned forward, and she was nearly encompassed in his embrace.

"I'm whispering a secret to your sister-in-law."

Fu Cai's gaze flitted back and forth across their faces, "You're really funny. If you're going to whisper, at least pick a different place."

Sheng Youxia's arm pushed against the front of Fu Shilv, trying to get off the washstand.

Her face turned towards the doorway, and Fu Shilv followed, bringing his face close to hers, appearing as though he was about to kiss her. But their lips did not meet.

Sheng Youxia's face embarrassingly flushed red, and she quickly turned her head to the other side.

This shameless man moved quickly, his nose brushing against hers, "What's wrong with this place?"

Fu Cai caught sight of the high heels set aside, and instantly her mind filled with a flurry of passionate scenes, "You guys continue, I didn't see anything."

She slammed the door shut, and Sheng Youxia saw the man straighten his back, retracting his arms as well.

"Doing this will make people misunderstand, thinking that we have a respectful and good relationship."

Fu Shilv hmm'd, "This loudspeaker is the best at spreading news. Grandfather especially likes hearing that we're getting along well."

Was it that as long as it could make the old man happy, he was willing to sell himself?

Sheng Youxia stepped down from the washstand, the sharp pain in her heel had eased considerably.

Fu Cai, who was just a freshman, had invited classmates from the same school, and the bunch was lively and noisy.

"I'm going to introduce my sister-in-law to you guys. I've said she's even more beautiful than female celebrities, now you all believe me, right?"

"I used to think you were boasting, but it turns out that's not the case."

"Sister-in-law is really beautiful, especially pretty!"

Sheng Youxia's lips curled in a light smile as she gestured for them to eat and drink. Two girls with instant cameras were taking pictures.

"Sister-in-law, how about taking a picture together?"

Sheng Youxia saw the girl who had spoken, and her gaze shifted towards Fu Shilv, only then realizing that the word "you guys" referred to her and Fu Shilv.

"No need," she hastily declined. When Sheng Youxia got married, she didn't even take wedding photos because Fu Shilv had said he didn't like it.

"Brother!" Fu Cai stamped her foot nearby and waved at him, "Come on, take one. It's really fun to see the picture right away."

Sheng Youxia heard footsteps approaching, and Fu Shilv's tall figure stood beside her, always casting an inescapable sense of oppression.

Inside, she was somewhat expectant, wanting to see how the couple made in heaven would look in the eyes of others, reflected on the photo.

"Sister-in-law, quickly hook your arm through my brother's, and lay your head on his shoulder."

Sheng Youxia stood still, not moving.

Fu Cai simply gave her a gentle push, and Sheng Youxia's shoulder collided with Fu Shilv's.

But she distinctly felt the man step to the side, "No more pictures."