Chapter 135: Promise to Love Only Me

Fu Yanxi kissed her back just as tenderly.

For some reason, Lin Ruocheng felt like an angel sent from heaven to save her.

She always seemed to understand Fu Yanxi’s true nature.

She knew exactly what kind of person she was and treated her with such gentleness.

Even if her partner hadn’t been Fu Yanxi, she still would have lived happily.

That must have been the magic of an angel.

“Chengzi, I have a dinner meeting today. Wait for me, okay? Rest well at home. I know your schedule—you don’t have class today. I’ll be back soon, alright?”

Fu Yanxi reined in the desire that threatened to burst free, locking it firmly away.

Reason had won out in the end.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

“Mm.”

After breakfast, Fu Yanxi left quickly.

Some people could give spot-on advice as matchmakers for others’ relationships, their IQ fully online. But when it came to their own love lives? They weren’t even as sharp as Yu Qiuli, that human robot.

Perfect—she wanted to sleep anyway.

She had planned to head back to the dormitory to check on Song Wanqing.

But she’d do that after a good nap.

The Lin family business didn’t need her attention; Lin Mu handled everything flawlessly.

Right now, it seemed like only Fu Yanxi and the Fu family were swamped.

As if they couldn’t function without her, the heir, around.

So Fu Yanxi was genuinely busy.

Even Fu Mu was caught up in it all.

Lin Ruocheng understood. After all, the Fu family was in a slightly better financial position than her own.

She sprawled on the bed, finding a comfortable position to keep sleeping.

She was made for lying flat. If Lin Shuyi hadn’t refused to inherit the family business and insisted on becoming a criminal police officer, she wouldn’t have ended up as the heir.

What was wrong with being a slacker?

In her next life, she wanted to be reborn as a set of bedsheets—then she could stay tangled with the bed forever.

When she woke up, it was already one or two in the afternoon.

Hunger had roused her.

There weren’t many groceries at home, so she ordered takeout.

Song Wanqing crossed her mind.

She gave her a call.

Weren’t best friends made for bothering?

“What are you up to?”

“At the library on a date with my girlfriend.”

“Lib… the library…?”

Lin Ruocheng had thought she’d finally gotten a clue, but nope—they still went to the library?

These two still had a bit of that robot vibe.

“You didn’t come back to the dorm last night, right?”

“How’d you know?”

Lin Ruocheng grinned smugly. Human robot confirmed. One casual line and she’d spilled.

“Wait, but you didn’t come back either last night! Why call me out? Yu Qiuli and I are about to go house-hunting. We’re heading into junior year after summer break—better prepare early. At least after graduation, we’ll have our own little home.”

“That’s actually pretty good.”

They’d been together for nearly a year and a half now.

Their relationship was going strong.

Living together shouldn’t be an issue.

If problems arose, they could deal with them then.

“Yeah, it’s great. Rare to see that blockhead open up.”

Lin Ruocheng was pleased.

A little robotic, but not too much.

“What about your place?”

“No idea. Fu Yanxi’s overseeing the renovations. But there’s one thing I want to interview you about.”

“What?”

Song Wanqing sounded puzzled, but she probably guessed what was coming.

“Why are you the bottom?”

Lin Ruocheng had never figured it out.

Song Wanqing was a tall, long-legged beauty.

Weak and sickly as a kid, but years of basketball had toughened her up.

Her hands were strong—one slap on the back had nearly made Lin Ruocheng spit blood.

So why was she the receiver?

And they even matched numbers? That was the last thing she’d expected.

She had the figure, the looks, the brains—or at least the looks.

“Wasn’t it obvious? Let me tell you, Yu Qiuli trained in Sanda as a kid. I only found out from her parents over New Year’s. Me, a sports girl, against a Sanda practitioner? She’s obviously gonna win. Need I say more?”

Just talking about it brought bitter tears to Song Wanqing’s eyes.

She wanted to top, really. But every time she tried and got caught, the punishment was worse.

Especially since both of them had great stamina.

Sometimes they went all night.

So she tapped out first.

Being the bottom wasn’t so bad, actually.

At least she held high status at home.

It sounded like she was making excuses, but really, she was out of options.

Topping? No chance.

Who knew Yu Qiuli was the ultimate boss?

Lin Ruocheng had thought she was a total robot at first—especially with those initial messages breaking down dance moves.

She’d even made a super-rigorous file to send over. And it worked—Lin Ruocheng had played matchmaker plenty of times, but Yu Qiuli was the first like that. So awkward back then. Now she realized it was all an act?

And Fu Yanxi had gone along with it.

In the end, the biggest fool in this game wasn’t Song Wanqing or Fu Yanxi—it was her.

Yu Qiuli had some serious skills.

Lin Ruocheng figured she should hand over the matchmaker title to Yu Qiuli.

She was the strategist, the top schemer!

Not only had she played the pig to eat the tiger and snag her girl, she’d even hooked up her best friend?

It was a little terrifying when she thought about it…

“Chengzi, why’d you go quiet? Does it seem like Qiuli hid it too well? We did it for you and Fu Yanxi’s sake too, y’know. No bad intentions. Look how well you two are doing!”

Song Wanqing hurried to defend her. After all, girlfriend came first; best friend was second.

“Song Wanqing, that’s classic elbow-turning! Traitor! Now I get it!”

“Chengzi, don’t get mad first. Uh, my girlfriend’s calling me. Gotta go!”

The call ended.

Lin Ruocheng replayed every detail, growing more horrified the deeper she dug.

If Yu Qiuli had been born earlier, she’d have made a perfect undercover agent.

Coming back unscathed with a haul of intel.

That evening, Fu Yanxi returned.

Fatigue lingered in her eyes. Her period had come.

Her body ached, her mood was irritable.

And she still had unfinished work—another all-nighter ahead.

“Chengzi, I bought a little cake. Want to try it? It’s that new flavor from your favorite shop. I passed by and grabbed it—should taste great.”

“There’s cake?”

Lin Ruocheng leaped off the sofa, slipped on her slippers, and hurried over.

She set the cake on the table, then pulled Fu Yanxi into a big hug.

“The cake’s important, sure, but my wife seems even more so.”

“Is it your period? Tummy hurting? Look at me—I forgot to stuff some heating pads in your bag this morning. Here, I poured hot water. Drink some; it might help…”

“Lin Ruocheng.”

“Hm?”

Fu Yanxi grabbed the departing Lin Ruocheng and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I love you so much. Promise me—you’ll love only me, okay?”

“Okay.”