Accepting My Massive Inheritance After Divorce Novel - Chapter 518
Chapter 518: 517 Silly
Moreover, Shen Yan did not run into Fu Hang when she was in university.
Concerning that, she recalled something else.
When Shen Yan was an intern in her senior year, she often put in extra hours at the company, making it impossible for her to leave the office on time.
Later, Shen Yan discovered a black car that often followed her.
At that time, she told Chen Nian because she was afraid. Chen Nian came to pick her up from work every day. After that, she never saw that black car again.
In the past, Shen Yan always thought that there was a bad person who was following her. Now that she thought about it, Fu Hang might have been using another way to protect her.
Shen Yan felt both a little delighted and dejected.
She couldn’t understand why Fu Hang was so foolish.
At that time, Shen Yan also liked him. She would agree as long as he spoke.
They had been circling each other for a long time before they eventually got together.
…
Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t help but sigh.
Fu Hang was still playing games at the side. He glanced at Shen Yan after noticing that her game hero had been continually dying.
Shen Yan’s eyes were a bit red.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Fu Hang looked at Shen Yan worriedly.
Shen Yan averted her gaze and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
She had never been one to cry easily, but since she started dating Fu Hang, she seemed to be growing more sensitive.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?” Fu Hang put down his phone. In the game, the hero opposite him had come over and killed his hero. However, he couldn’t care less now. He drew nearer to Shen Yan and saw her eyes were already red. “What’s wrong?”
When Fu Hang said this, his phoenix-like eyes were full of solemnity. He was worried that Shen Yan was in so much discomfort that she was crying because she was sick.
Shen Yan shook her head and encircled Fu Hang’s neck with her arms. She said pitifully, “Why do I feel that you’re so silly?”
When Fu Hang heard Shen Yan’s words, he instantly understood that Shen Yan’s eyes were not red because she was feeling unwell.
He let out a slight sigh of relief and gently stroked Shen Yan’s hair with a smile. “You’re the first one to say that I’m silly.”
As Fu Hang spoke, he pressed his forehead against Shen Yan’s and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes with his fingers. “What’s wrong? Is there someone else who says I’m silly?”
Shen Yan shook her head gently and said with a shaky voice, “No, I’m the only one who believe you’re particularly foolish.”
“Yeah?” The smile on Fu Hang’s face became brighter and brighter as he said, “I think you might have misunderstood me. I should clarify it.”
“Why did you only dare to sneakily follow me home from work back then, if you’re not silly!” Shen Yan pouted her lips and asked unhappily.
Fu Hang was slightly stunned and looked at Shen Yan in confusion, “Now, I’m just openly picking you up from work.”
Shen Yan couldn’t help but laugh. Her gaze fell on Fu Hang’s face. “There was always a car following me secretly when I worked overtime at night as an intern in my senior year. I even suspected that there was a pervert following me!”
Fu Hang was slightly stunned when he heard Shen Yan’s statements. An unnatural look flashed across his face. He sat up straight and raised his hand to press his temple. He was indeed that foolish before, but he had almost forgotten about it now.
“How did you find out?” Fu Hang asked awkwardly.
Shen Yan sniffed and her pretty little face moved in front of him. “Guess!”
Fu Hang silently averted his gaze.
He had never been so foolish before, only when he was with her.
“You never told me about these things before.” Shen Yan kept her eyes fixed on Fu Hang.
Fu Hang was silent for a moment, then got up and was about to leave the room.
Shen Yan quickly grabbed Fu Hang’s uninjured hand. She sat on the bed and looked at Fu Hang, saying coquettishly, “I want to know what happened in the past.”
Fu Hang grimaced and pursed his lips.
