When I Grew Tired of Him, My Gentle, Reserved Husband's Eyes Turned Red - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Fu Xunfang and I were bona fide childhood friends. We grew up together.

He had always been a straitlaced model student.

The complete opposite of me.

I was a rotten little troublemaker who drank, fought, went clubbing, and hung around arcades.

For as long as I could remember, my parents had always compared me to him.

They would nag endlessly, “Just look at him! He’s so well-behaved and driven. And then look at you-you’ll be the death of us!”

Once, I sincerely tried to follow Fu Xunfang’s example, only for the adults to scoff, “What a second-rate imitation. You haven’t learned a thing.”

Humiliation and anger made my face burn.

I cried all night.

From that day on, I loathed Fu Xunfang with all my heart.

I didn’t even want to be anywhere he’d been, terrified that people would laugh and call me the cautionary comparison.

But he was nice to everyone.

Even when I snarled, “Stay away from me. I hate you!”

He merely shook his head and said gently, “Your mother asked me to walk to and from school with you. I can’t promise her something and then not do it.”

I laughed in exasperation.

If I couldn’t argue him out of it, I could at least avoid him.

If he left at five thirty, I left at five. If he got out of school at ten, I slipped away at nine thirty.

I had no idea what our high school homeroom teacher was thinking when he actually made us desk mates.

I woke from a nap, saw that eternally unchanging model-student face beside me, and felt as though the sky had collapsed.

I stormed into the office.

“Aren’t campus romance novels supposed to pair the underachiever with the top student? Why are you trying to be different, Lao Sun?”

Our homeroom teacher snorted.

“Stop reading that brain-rotting nonsense. Good students should sit together so they can motivate each other.”

From the time we were in diapers all the way through the college entrance exam, I had been stuck in second place, forever overshadowed by the name “Fu Xunfang.”

Little by little, I developed a desire for revenge.

This was especially true at an age when my parents would cough and make me cover my eyes if two people so much as kissed on TV. Rebellious as I was, I read plenty of smut on a certain website and came up with a bizarre idea-

If I couldn’t take first place, then I’d sully the person who did!

The plan went smoothly.

On my birthday, I cornered that poor, innocent model student against a wall and kissed him so fiercely he could barely breathe, his eyes shimmering with moisture.

“Does kissing feel good?”

He fought to suppress his trembling and lowered his eyes without answering.

I slid my hand down from his bobbing Adam’s apple and wrapped my fingers around him, smiling with absolute confidence. “Want to feel even better?”

He trembled even harder.

I thoroughly tasted every inch of him, inside and out.

Only after a long while did I finally get dressed, still wanting more.

Then I said with a bright smile,

“Looks like the perfect ‘other people’s child’ isn’t all that disciplined after all. What did you say just now? Say it again.”

He raised his head. His eyes were wet, and the corners were still faintly red from the intensity of what he’d felt. He looked as though he’d been thoroughly bullied.

His lashes quivered with shame, and even his hoarse voice sounded damp.

“…It felt so good.”

Then came college.

I moved to a city about a thousand li away from home and gradually forgot about him.

But when our families visited each other over the New Year, his father actually suggested that the two of us get engaged.

I was stunned.

I lied, “We can’t… I-I have a boyfriend!”

“You didn’t have a boyfriend when you took me to bed.”

The moment my parents heard Fu Xunfang’s aggrieved complaint, they flew into a rage, grabbed a feather duster, and chased me around the house with it.

I yelped and howled, but in the end, I could only cave in and accept the engagement.

On the day of our engagement banquet, I angrily stripped Fu Xunfang and kissed him until his body responded immediately.

Then I breezed away.

“Hmph. The banquet starts in fifteen minutes. Don’t be late, fiancé.”

At the banquet, everyone spotted the hickeys on his neck. Their shock quickly turned to teasing.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?”

The hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, and his earlobes were as red as overripe fruit.

At that moment, I laughed smugly to myself.

Many years passed.

One thing led to another, and we eventually ended up together in the bridal bed on our wedding night.

After we married, Fu Xunfang remained a man of few words, but he was patient and attentive.

Little by little, I fell for him.

There was only one thing I was unhappy about-

He didn’t seem particularly interested in me.

I always had to make the first move, while he acted as if he were merely going through the motions.

I had never been good at putting up with frustration. Whenever something bothered me, I went straight for the jugular.

“People say newlyweds are insatiable for the first three years, but you act like you’re trying to meditate your way to enlightenment.”

He replied tactfully, “A little self-discipline is good for you.”

“You’re only twenty-seven and already practicing self-restraint? Or are you getting too old to keep up?”

His gaze darkened instantly. He rolled over, pinned me beneath him, and kissed me until I went limp and breathless.

But just before he went all the way, he suddenly got up.

He seemed to be fighting to restrain himself, his expression strained.

His voice was hoarse. “Don’t say things like that again.”

Then he went to take a shower.

He left me hanging, painfully worked up with nowhere to go.

Unable to take it anymore, I complained to my best friend, Liu Qing.

She was silent for a long moment.

“I can’t believe you’ve been eating this badly. Once I’m back in the country, I’ll introduce you to a whole lineup of clean, handsome model-type guys so you can try something new.”