Fu Shihan hurried back to the car, and Su Wanxin watched him with a grave expression, asking, "What happened? Who’s over there?"
"Paparazzi. I took care of it; it’s nothing."
Fu Shihan casually replied as he started the car and drove away. Su Wanxin frowned slightly, a bit nervous. "Did they get photos of us? Are they deleted? Did you watch him delete them?"
"..." Fu Shihan glanced at her and nodded: "Deleted."
Relieved by his response, Su Wanxin slumped into the seat, feeling somewhat gloomy, "How come there are paparazzi even here at this time? It’s impossible to guard against."
Aren’t these people supposed to be photographing hot idols and movie stars? Why are they squatting here? It’s so annoying!
Her mood was spoiled, and she kept her head down the whole way, barely recovering by the time they arrived at the destination. She worried that when she woke up in the morning, the whole internet would be abuzz with rumors about her and Fu Shihan.
After parking the car, she followed Fu Shihan slowly into his house.
Fu Shihan took Yangyang back to his room and, seeing no signs of him waking up, turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
Downstairs, Su Wanxin sat dejectedly on the sofa, fiddling with her phone, browsing Weibo’s trending topics. As she scrolled through, she feared suddenly seeing her and Fu Shihan’s names appear.
When Fu Shihan came down to find her, she was still in that state, which made him feel a mix of amusement and helplessness.
He approached her, squatted down to meet her gaze, took her phone, and asked, "Does it bother you that much?"
"Uh-huh."
"Our relationship will have to become public sooner or later."
"But not now!"
"Alright, alright, it will go public whenever you want, I’ll listen to you." Fu Shihan pinched her face, "Go upstairs and wait for me, I’m going to take a shower."
"..."
Su Wanxin watched him, hesitation written across her face as she glanced at the stairs, suddenly feeling apprehensive.
Although she had agreed easily enough at the hotel, now... The thought of just going upstairs, into his room, and what might follow after that made her so nervous that her body stiffened.
"Su Xiaopian, you’re not thinking of running away at this moment, are you?" Fu Shihan, seeing through her thoughts, spoke with a light chuckle.
"Who, who is Su Xiaopian? What have I tricked you into?"
"Tricked me into falling in love?" Fu Shihan seriously countered, "Are you going up by yourself, or shall I carry you?"
"What if I’ve changed my mind?"
"No."
Fu Shihan answered swiftly, grabbed her by the collar, and assertively pulled her upstairs.
At the stairway, Su Wanxin clutched the handrail tightly, refusing to let go. Fu Shihan frowned slightly, his gaze darkening, "Don’t play around here; it’s not safe."
"Fu Shihan..."
"No use calling me any name, go inside."
"Shihan..."
"..."
In the existing memories, this was the first time she called him that way. After hearing her, Fu Shihan’s expression subtly changed; he closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
"Fine, I won’t press you. Anyway, you need to go back to your room to sleep. Look at what time it is now."
Su Wanxin looked down at her watch; it was past one in the morning. She looked at Fu Shihan pitifully, asking, "Then you promise not to touch me?"
"Uh-huh." Fu Shihan, feeling a headache, nodded—what was he really after, going through all this with her tonight?
Su Wanxin released her hands and cautiously walked past him, entering the secondary bedroom.
It had been a long time since she had been to his house. After entering the room, she closed the door behind her, changed clothes, and lay down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, her mind blank as she thought back to the encounter with the paparazzo in the parking lot.