The two boarded the plane, and after two hours of flight, they finally arrived in country H.
Seeing the familiar buildings before her, Shen Qingqing couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. This trip back was entirely different from the one where she had come to find Chen Zhisheng.
"Let's go, the hotel is already booked."
Fu Jingshu took her hand, carrying the suitcase in his other.
However, before they could even exit the airport, they spotted a familiar face, dressed in casual black attire, wearing sunglasses, with a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
He took off his glasses, revealing a pair of alluring peach blossom eyes, "Hi."
"Why are you here?"
Upon seeing King, Fu Jingshu's expression instantly turned cold.
King smiled playfully, "Anywhere outside of China is my territory. I'm here to pick up my disciple. Any problem?"
Whether it was country M or country H, he was well-connected. His status here was equivalent to that of Fu Jingshu in city A back home.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he dominated the region.
Fu Jingshu gave a slight cold laugh, "Do you think we wouldn't be able to find the special medicine without you?"
King raised an eyebrow, "I've never underestimated you, but..."
He glanced at Shen Qingqing, walked to the roadside, opened the door of a stretched limousine, leaned against the car, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Get in. This is about the child's health, so let's not throw a tantrum."
If they refused again, it would look like they were being unreasonable. Fu Jingshu narrowed his eyes slightly, held his wife's hand, and nonchalantly instructed, "XX Hotel."
King paused for a moment. Was he treating him like a chauffeur?
Unfortunately, this chauffeur wasn't very obedient.
"Go to my place."
As soon as the words fell, the air inside the car instantly turned cold. Shen Qingqing interjected, "Let's still go to the hotel. It might not be convenient to go to your place."
"Why wouldn't it be convenient?" King asked knowingly, "You stayed at my place before, and there was no inconvenience."
The air in the car grew even colder.
Shen Qingqing said with some helplessness, "That was before. We're married now, and it would surely be disruptive to visit your home. We'd feel too embarrassed."
King let out an "Oh," and glanced at a certain person's dark expression in the rearview mirror.
"It's fine, I don't mind."
Fu Jingshu said coldly, "I do."
He glanced at the back of King's head. When one detested a person, even looking at a single strand of their hair felt extremely irritating.
"My wife and I don't like a third wheel."
Swish.
An arrow of words pierced King's heart. He gritted his teeth slightly and smiled, "But you're not here for a honeymoon, are you? You're here to get medicine to save someone."
Fu Jingshu was about to retort sarcastically when Shen Qingqing stopped him. She knew her teacher too well to believe he would say that unless he already knew about the situation.
"Do you know where the special medicine is?"
"I do."
The car approached an intersection. To the left was XX Hotel, and to the right was his villa. He decisively turned right. Shen Qingqing and Fu Jingshu exchanged a glance. For the sake of the child, neither of them objected.
When they reached the villa entrance, the car stopped, and King sighed.
"Actually, you don't need to be so wary of me. I also hope Xixi can recover quickly, but if I didn't say it like that, you wouldn't have come to my place."
"Couldn't you have said it at the hotel?"
Fu Jingshu didn't believe this; it was all an excuse.
King opened the car door and got out first, a nearly malicious smile gracing his lips. "You could have, but why should I spoil your romantic getaway?"
He then turned and walked towards the villa, still jingling his keys, clearly in a good mood.
In contrast, Fu Jingshu's face was ashen. He sat in the car for a while before Shen Qingqing coaxed him out. His steps seemed to radiate anger.
Shen Qingqing followed behind him, unable to resist wiping her forehead.
That King guy!
Inside the villa, King was lounging lazily on the sofa, looking boneless. Shen Qingqing instinctively retorted,
"Where were you fooling around again to be this exhausted."
Heaven knew she just habitually snapped at King. He also put on a playful expression, "No, I just arrived a day earlier than you and had dinner and drinks with some friends..."
However, the familiarity between them was undeniable. Without years of unspoken understanding, such an aura couldn't be formed. It was a space others couldn't penetrate.
Fu Jingshu's expression was impassive, but only he knew the turmoil in his heart.
"You must be tired from the flight, let me make you something to eat."
Even though King was also tired, he refused to rest and insisted on personally cooking for Shen Qingqing in the kitchen. Fu Jingshu glanced over and noticed that all the ingredients he took out were his wife's favorites.
His eyes darkened.
Shen Qingqing called out from the kitchen, "Don't bother, we can just eat out."
"No, outside food isn't clean. Let's eat at home. I know you like Braised Lion's Head, I'll make it for you."
"Honestly, you're like a mother."
But Fu Jingshu could tell that despite her teasing, his wife's tone was laced with amusement. He sat on the sofa, and suddenly, he didn't feel so jealous anymore.
He wondered what it would have been like if he had been by her side during those years.
How wonderful that would have been.
Shen Qingqing sensed something was off with him and sat beside him. After a moment of thought, she assumed he was bothered by King. "Don't mind him, he doesn't have any bad intentions."
"I know."
Fu Jingshu curved his lips upwards, a smile appearing, "It's okay, go up and take a shower."
Shen Qingqing did want to take a bath and relax. She pecked his cheek and said, "Okay, I'll get ready and be down later."
Fu Jingshu watched her retreating figure, his gentle gaze slowly receding.
She was very familiar with this place.
It was evident she had lived here.
About half an hour later, Shen Qingqing came down, handed him a towel, and pushed her damp hair towards him, "Dry my hair for me."
A moment later, a gentle wiping sensation came from above her head.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and said contentedly, "After dinner, let's ask Teacher and see if he knows where the special medicine is."
"Okay."
A deep voice came from above her head.
The gentle touch, combined with the rich voice, made her feel drowsy.
Finally, King finished cooking, and she fully woke up, her hair also dry. She pulled Fu Jingshu to the table and, looking at all her favorite dishes, her eyes flickered. She deliberately said,
"Teacher, next time, make something my husband likes."
King looked surprised, his smile faltering slightly, "How would I know what your husband likes to eat?"
The words "your husband" were spoken through gritted teeth.
Fu Jingshu's lips curved upwards quickly.
King, seeing this, felt even more annoyed.
They sat down to eat, and the battle reignited. Using the communal chopsticks, he served Shen Qingqing another Lion's Head, looking at Fu Jingshu with a half-smile, "Eat up, your favorite."
Shen Qingqing's expression remained calm, "Thank you."
Then, she turned and served Fu Jingshu a piece of braised pork ribs.
He loved it.
Fu Jingshu's initially somewhat sour heart instantly settled, and the smile on his face grew more pronounced, "You eat too, don't worry about me."