Chapter 91 Patrick Star, Mr. Krabs Is Trying to Kill Me!

Chapter 91 Patrick Star, Squidward Is Trying to Kill Me!

As the designated driver maneuvered the car to the bar entrance, Lu Jingtang was already nestled in Fu Nanyu’s arms, drowsy and on the verge of sleep. Her eyelashes fluttered as she yawned repeatedly, like a tiny kitten.

Fu Nanyu gazed down at her face, his eyes tracing every detail from her eyes to her full, rosy lips. The longer he looked, the softer his heart grew. He couldn't resist leaning down to brush his lips against her cheek, then her lips, feeling an insatiable longing for more intimacy.

Lu Jingtang, without even opening her eyes, reached out and found his hand, calling out with a hint of vulnerability, “Brother…”

“I’m here. Sleep,” Fu Nanyu murmured, letting her continue to lean against him. He held her hand, gently toying with it.

Her fair, slender hand felt like a child’s in his palm, soft and boneless. He couldn't help but squeeze it a few more times, noting how easily it reddened with the slightest pressure. As he squeezed, a sudden thought sparked in his mind: if her cheek was so delightful to kiss, and her hands so soft… they must be just as tempting to taste…

He cleared his throat awkwardly, then did something entirely out of character: he carefully lifted Lu Jingtang’s hand and took a gentle suck. Indeed, it was as soft as her cheeks!

Half-asleep, Lu Jingtang felt a stinging sensation on the back of her hand, as if something had sucked it. Her eyelids fluttered but didn't open. Instead, she restlessly turned her head and mumbled:

“Patrick Star… Squidward is trying to kill me.”

Fu Nanyu: “…”

The figure lurking in the shadows didn't emerge until the couple’s car had driven away. Xie Qinghe stared intently at the receding taillights, his eyes bloodshot and burning, his face contorted with vicious jealousy and hatred. A girl who approached him to flirt was met with a furious shout, “Get lost!”

“Psycho! What kind of person is that?! So rude.” The girl, both frightened and angry, stomped away in her sky-high heels.

Xie Qinghe clenched his fists, his knuckles white, unable to shake off the image he had just witnessed. Even if he refused to admit it, at this moment, he was consumed by a maddening jealousy. Even if Lu Jingtang truly was the vain, venomous woman Yunyin described, he still wanted to keep her firmly in his grasp, preventing anyone else from touching her.

Their relationship at home felt like guerrilla warfare; even a simple hug required constant vigilance against unexpected intruders. Since the incident with those two idiotic dogs, Lu Jingtang had become wary of public displays of affection with Fu Nanyu, always on guard for the dogs to pop out from some hidden corner.

One morning, after finishing her wash-up, Fu Nanyu was already leaning against Lu Jingtang’s door, waiting. A moment later, Lu Jingtang emerged from her room, her ears flushed red, and shot him a glare before clattering downstairs.

Fu Nanyu guiltily rubbed his nose and reached for her hand, but she pulled away. He sighed, looking at his empty palm.

He had made her angry by biting her yesterday, and the pain was particularly acute on her chest. To make matters worse, Lu Jingtang had just started her period and was suffering from terrible cramps. Fu Nanyu’s bite made her feel incredibly wronged, and tears streamed down into his palms as if they cost nothing.

Fu Nanyu carefully held her, trying to comfort her for what felt like an eternity, but to no avail. Lu Jingtang lay in his arms, softly sobbing that her stomach hurt terribly. He panicked instantly—Lu Jingtang had never cried like this before.

Fearing she was truly in agony, he quickly helped her tidy her clothes, intending to take her to the hospital. Only when he picked her up did he realize she was on her period. After consulting the women in the executive office about what to prepare, Fu Nanyu cleaned her up, arranged brown sugar water, small sweets, and a hot water bottle for her, finally managing to stop her tears.

Lu Jingtang was usually so well-behaved. Sometimes, when he was two hours late picking her up from work due to business, she never threw a tantrum. She would simply look at him with bright, shining eyes, like a child waiting for a parent. After that day, no matter how important his outside commitments were, Fu Nanyu always made an effort to be on time.

She had cried so much yesterday—she must have been in extreme pain, and on top of that, he had bothered her. It was only natural for her to be angry and ignore him.

Fu Nanyu spent the night researching menstruation: what to prepare beforehand, what to pay attention to during, and even downloaded a useful app to track her cycle. According to Baidu, women can become irritable and easily angered during their periods, and boyfriends should be understanding. Fu Nanyu didn’t dare bother her too much. He had someone make sweet pumpkin tangyuan for her and sent it over, then searched online for corny jokes to make her laugh.

At first, Lu Jingtang didn’t reply to any of his messages. He kept sending them until midnight when she finally seemed to have had enough.

“Lu: Go to sleep! Don’t you have work tomorrow!?”

Fu Nanyu chuckled—it was just like his little Lu, putting on a tough act even while softening. He sent a sticker of a puppy rolling around, begging for forgiveness.

“Lu: Go to sleep, dude.”

“Fu Nanyu knew when to stop: Yes, ma’am!”