C13 You Never Have to Say Thank You to Me

The scenes from the Fu family house came to her mind.

Wen Shishi was curled into a ball and held tightly in his arms. She softly replied, "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that I think about the grievances I've suffered from my mother-in-law all these years, and I feel I'm too weak."

"What else?" Mr. Sniper asked softly.

"And I don't think it was worth it. I could have gone to a prestigious school, but my uncle raised me, and I couldn't be so selfish and only care for myself. Even if it's for my uncle's sake, I can't ignore Sun Sijing."

Mr. Sniper stroked her hair and said in a calm, clear voice, “Shishi, life is really just one choice after another. It doesn't matter if you made the wrong choice and bore the consequences. The next time you are faced with a choice, make sure you think more about yourself."

Wen Shishi felt that Mr. Sniper was somehow like an elder.

"Mr. Sniper, can I ask you a question?"

He answered, "Ask away."

"How old are you?"

"Are you so curious about me?"

Wen Shishi was a little embarrassed. "I know this is your privacy. It's fine, I just asked casually. You don't have to answer."

"Good girl," Mr. Sniper kissed her forehead, "Now it's my turn to ask you a question."

Wen Shishi looked at him timidly and nodded.

"Do you still love Fu Yicheng? I want the truth."

It was a little difficult to answer this question.

In fact, she and Fu Yicheng were strangers before marriage. Their relationship had no basis. They hadn't even discussed their relationship, and they already had to get married.

It was simply a coincidence. She was working part-time in a cafe when she saw that Grandpa Fu had high blood pressure, so she rushed him to the hospital. Because of this timely rescue, the first thing he did when he recovered, was to ask Fu Yicheng to marry her.

At that time, not only Fu Yicheng, even she was shocked.

But, because of his illness, Grandpa Fu wasn't allowed to be agitated. Furthermore, Sun Sijing also had to fund her cousin's studies abroad, and despite everything she did, she couldn't get enough money on her own. Grandpa Fu offered her the money when she needed it the most.

Just like that, because of her kindness and Grandpa Fu's power, she became Fu Yicheng's wife.

Four years after their marriage, she could understand to some extent Fu Yicheng's indifference to her.

At that time, she thought, everyone said that love would come with time. As long as she served her mother-in-law well and took care of Fu Yicheng's daily life, there would be a day when he would see how good she was. In this process, she had invested some effort and emotion.

In fact, she wasn't so much in love. However, she was already accustomed to the role of "Fu Yicheng's wife", so it seemed strange that she had to leave in such a short time.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Mr. Sniper said, "To be fair, you also don't have to answer my question."

Wen Shishi smirked. "Thank you."

"You never have to thank me." Mr. Sniper was playing with her hand. "Shishi, you have to learn to be confident."

Confident?

Wen Shishi forced a smile, thinking that Sun Sijing was right. She had no education and no outstanding ability, so how could she be confident?

"Mr. Sniper, how long will you keep me?"

He chuckled, "What do you think?"

"I don't know," Wen Shishi shook his head. "But no matter what, you gave me the money to save my uncle. As long as you haven't abandoned me yet, I'll do the right thing. Whatever you want to eat, I'll cook for you, and what I don't know, I can learn."

"Shishi, what I want is a partner, not a nanny," the sniper said helplessly. "Well, it doesn't matter; I'll guide you step by step in the future. Let's see what you cooked first, shall we?"

Wen Shishi broke away from his embrace and gave him a brief introduction to the rather rich dinner she had arranged. "Steamed bass, fried vegetables, boiled red ribs, and a soup of corn and white radish, is it okay?"

The combination of meat and vegetables had balanced nutrition and a pleasant appearance.

"Very good."

The sniper sat down at the dining table, and she handed him a pair of chopsticks: "If you don't like it, tell me, I can adjust it."

Mr. Sniper tasted the bass, and then he reached out his chopsticks towards the vegetables.

Wen Shishi's cooking skills were quite good. Although the dishes were housemade, their color and fragrance were not lacking. Soon, he finished the small bowl of rice, and before he could say anything, Wen Shishi had already placed another bowl of corn soup in front of him, looking at him with a fawning expression.

"Shishi." He put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Wen Shishi sat up straight, like a schoolgirl waiting for her teacher's criticism. "You don't like it?"

"It's very delicious; it's my favorite dish, but," the sniper sighed. "Can you stop looking at me like that?"

Wen Shishi didn't know how to react. "I ..."

"I'm a normal man. No man can resist that look. Do you understand?"

The sniper saw that she was still confused and didn't understand what he wanted. He felt a tingle in his heart.

He drank the bowl of soup in one gulp. Then he picked her up and threw her on the bed.

Wen Shishi was startled and yelped while clasping his shoulders.

As the sky and earth spun, she was already sinking into the soft mattress. Mr. Sniper laid himself over her and breathed heavily.

His breath was hot and moist on her face and neck, and his intent was obvious.

Only then did Wen Shishi come back to her senses. Is this what he meant earlier?

"About that." She explained, somewhat futile: "I didn't intentionally stare at you. I just wanted to know if you like my cooking or not.”

"Alright." Mr. Sniper started to kiss her eyes: "Have you cooked for Fu Yicheng many times?"

Wen Shishi said, "He rarely comes home."

"Then, compared to me, is he gentle or rough?"

Wen Shishi's body stiffened.

This time, she understood that he was talking about sex matters.

Embarrassed, she asked: "Can I not answer this question?"

"Sure." Mr. Sniper's kiss had already found her small mouth, moving to the corner of her lips.

He seemed to like the corners of her lips, and lingered for a long time.

It was like a feather, lightly brushing against her heart. Wen Shishi trembled and gradually lost herself under his caress before he finally took over her entirely. What followed was yet another night of exhaustion and joy.

And it was another morning when she overslept.

In the end, she was woken up by Meng Xiaoxia's call.

Checking the time, it was already past ten o'clock. She woke up later and later every day.

In the past, when she was at the Fu family, if she hadn't woken up to make breakfast at six-thirty in the morning, her mother-in-law would have had another fit of temper. She felt relieved when she woke up in room 2307.

"Xiaoxia?"

Meng Xiaoxia's voice was filled with excitement. "Shishi, we were all deceived. You can get pregnant!"