After reading my heart, Mr. Fu doesn't even want Bai Yueguang anymore

At 9:30 in the evening, Grandma Fu knocked on the study door with a cup of ginseng tea.

"Knock knock knock."

Fu Beichen raised his head and looked towards the door, then asked in a low voice, "Who?"

"Beichen, it's grandma."

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Beichen stood up and walked towards the door.

For a moment just now, he thought it was Lin Yumeng, but after thinking about it carefully, if she had something to say, she would only send him a message.

After opening the door, Fu Beichen saw his grandmother standing at the door with a cup of ginseng tea in her hand. He sighed softly. If nothing unexpected happened, there must be something wrong with this cup of ginseng tea.

"Grandma, I don't drink tea so late at night."

Grandma Fu knew he would say that. After all, her grandson was so smart. How could he be fooled a second time after being fooled once? But how could she give up?

She smiled and said, "Beichen, the ginseng tea that grandma brewed today is different from the previous ones. Not only does it taste great, it's also very beneficial for men."

Fu Beichen's mouth twitched. "Grandma, I'm in good health and don't need this kind of nourishing food. Why don't you keep it and give it to someone else?"

Grandma Fu snorted coldly when she heard this, "You don't need it. It's been two years and nothing has happened. If you don't drink it today, you will have to go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."

Fu Beichen was helpless. He was now completely suspected.

"Grandma, I'm going to get a checkup tomorrow. You should take this ginseng tea back."

Grandma Fu hadn't expected him to prefer a checkup to ginseng tea. Could it be that he knew it was spiked with something else? That shouldn't be the case. It looked like she needed something else to stimulate him, or else he wouldn't drink it today.

Thinking of something, she suddenly lowered her head and said dejectedly: "Beichen, tell grandma the truth, do you have other women outside? That's why you don't want to touch Yumeng."

Fu Beichen: ...

"Grandma, don't you know whether I have a woman or not?"

Grandma Fu's eyes flickered slightly, and she retorted, "How would I know?"

"Could it be that the person who often follows me was not sent by you?"

Grandma Fu chuckled, "I'm just worried that you might be too ambitious and offend others, so I sent someone to protect you."

Protection is fake, surveillance is real.

Seeing that Fu Beichen didn't say anything, Grandma Fu continued to ask: "Beichen, it's been two years, you still don't like her?"

Fu Beichen didn't understand why she suddenly asked this question.

If it was a few days ago, he would have told her clearly and affirmatively that he didn't like her, but now he didn't know how he felt about her, and it seemed that he didn't hate her that much.

Seeing that Fu Beichen was not completely unintentional, Grandma Fu said tentatively: "If you really don't like her, then you can get a divorce after Grandma's 70th birthday."

The sudden words made Fu Beichen frown involuntarily. His first instinct was that Lin Yumeng had said something to her grandmother, because she had mentioned divorce when she was drunk before, and she also mentioned it in the hospital.

There is still more than a month until grandma’s 70th birthday. What does she want to do?

He didn't agree to get married at first, but was forced to marry her by her grandmother. After the marriage, when he wanted to divorce, she threatened to commit suicide. Now she wants a divorce, but there's no way!

His expression instantly darkened, and from his warm mouth uttered four cold words, "I don't agree."

Hmm? Grandma Fu was stunned for a moment. If he didn’t agree, did that mean they still had a chance?

The next second, Fu Beichen's words completely shattered her dream.

"It's not that easy to get married or divorced as you please. Even if I don't like her, she will bear my name for the rest of her life!"

Grandma Fu didn't expect him to be so stubborn. "You kid! If you don't want to touch me, then don't delay me."

"Who is delaying whom? Did I insist on marrying her, or did I force her to marry me?"

This... Grandma Fu felt a headache. If she had known earlier, she shouldn't have matched them up so randomly.

"Okay, okay, I can't control you anymore. Do whatever you want. Drink the tea. I'll take the cup back."

Fu Beichen was angry at the moment, so he took the tea she handed over and drank it all in one gulp.

Mrs. Fu took the teacup and turned to leave with a meaningful smile on her face: "Little guy, you still want to fight me?"

Fu Beichen returned to the study and felt his face getting hot as soon as he sat down. At first he thought it was because the ginseng tea was too hot, but as time went on, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

As his body became hotter and hotter, he felt something strange in his body. Oh no, his grandma had drugged him again!

This time the drug took effect faster than the last time. He stood up and felt his vision blurry. He barely managed to stand by holding onto the table. He shook his head vigorously, trying to make himself more awake.

When he staggered out of the study and was about to go back to his room to take a cold shower, he found that the door was locked. No matter how he turned the doorknob, it was useless. He called out to Aunt Liu twice but no one responded downstairs. He knew without hesitation that his grandmother must have arranged everything in advance.

His body was getting hotter and hotter, as if a fire was burning inside him. He tried hard to open his heavy eyelids and planned to go to the bathroom downstairs to take a shower.

He had just taken two steps when a force attacked him from behind, turning him around and pushing him forward without any defense. After a few steps, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. Then, the crisp sound of a door closing reached his ears.

Lin Yumeng was getting dressed after taking a shower. When she heard the noise, she immediately put on her nightgown and went out to check what was going on. She saw Fu Beichen lying on the ground with a flushed face.

I glanced at the closed door. How did he get in?

Lin Yumeng squatted down, carefully stretched out her hand, gently patted Fu Beichen's cheek, and called softly: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu?"

She called out several times, but Fu Beichen didn't respond. However, his breathing became visibly faster, and his face and exposed collarbone were flushed with an alluring red.

"Is he having a fever?" Lin Yumeng murmured softly, and reached out to touch his forehead. It was indeed quite hot.

Looking at his slightly open lips, Lin Yumeng couldn't help but start to fantasize, her heart beat faster, and her throat became dry.

Then she slapped herself, blaming herself for not being able to resist the temptation and having such dirty thoughts about a patient.

In fact, it’s really not her fault. It’s mainly because Fu Beichen looked too tempting at the moment, which made her feel the urge to make a mistake.

She now understands the original owner a little bit. Fu Beichen really has the capital that makes people unable to control themselves.

Looking at Fu Beichen lying on the ground, Lin Yumeng was in a dilemma. She opened the door to find help, but found a note stuck in the crack of the door. It read: "Yumeng, please take care of Beichen tonight."

Lin Yumeng sighed while holding the note. It turned out that it was his grandma who sent him here.

After thinking for a while, she squatted down, lifted his arm and put it on her shoulder, and helped him up with difficulty. There was only one bed here, and he was still a patient, so she had to give the bed to him.

Fu Beichen was now in a semi-comatose state. He leaned against her, smelling the faint fragrance on her body. He moved his head closer and closer, and finally his lips were directly behind her ear.

The sudden kiss startled her so much that her body almost went limp.

Damn, this guy is such a nuisance!

She took a deep breath and put all her strength on him to put him on the bed. Just as she turned around to get a towel to wipe his face, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She turned around and lay on him, with her hands resting on his chest.

If she hadn't used some force on her hands, she would have been kissing him mouth to mouth.

Just as she was rejoicing, Fu Beichen turned over and pressed her under him, lowering his head...