He drew closer, revealing his sword-like eyebrows, deep-set eyes, straight, high nose, and unusually pale skin; his entire face was now in my view.

"Yes...Mr. Fu!"

Someone in the crowd recognized him.

Fu Yanshen disappeared for two years without a trace.

He had already walked up to me, bringing with him a faint, refreshing woody scent, like walking through a pine forest after a snowfall.

The black umbrella was about to envelop me, and I instinctively took a step back, only to have Makino take my hand.

I felt the air pressure drop suddenly, and the man reached out his hand to my arm. "Get in the car with me."

His deep, domineering tone was evident as I forcefully shook off his hand just before it touched my bare arm. I didn't even glance at him and strode away.

"Muye, let's go." I took Muye's hand and called out.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, discussions abounded.

"Is Mr. Fu here to pick up Sheng Qiaoqiao?"

"She doesn't seem to be paying attention to him."

"Didn't they divorce a long time ago? I remember it was a huge scandal back then, Sheng Qiaoqiao even jumped off a building..."

Muye and I quickly arrived at our car. Muye thoughtfully shielded the top of the door frame for me, and I bent down to get into the car.

"He's quite ill." I took a sip of water and complained to Makino as soon as he got in the car.

Makino: "Indeed."

"Okay, let me see your trophies and certificates." My good mood returned.

Makino took it from his assistant's bag and handed it to me.

The crystal trophy is heavy and substantial.

"Well deserved, congratulations." After looking at the certificate, I smiled slightly at Muye, but my heart was full of pride and honor.

Makino remained calm.

Two years ago, I discovered that he possessed a maturity, insight, and wisdom that were beyond his actual age.

The celebration banquet was held at a nearby pub, which Sister Qiong booked out.

Luo Luo also came to celebrate with us.

After a few rounds of drinks, Luo Luo and I lay down on the sofa and listened to Mu Ye sing.

"I messaged the boss. He knows Muye won this award, and he's definitely happy for him and for you!" Luo Luo said loudly in my ear.

"Boss" refers to Song Sinan.

After I rejected his confession, he went abroad, and I've had almost no contact with him since.

“Makino still remembers his help!” I said to Luo Luo. “Shall we go to the restroom together?”

Luo Luo didn't reply to me. When I looked again, she had already returned to the dance floor.

I came out of the restroom by myself and met a handsome young man. I was stunned by his outstanding looks.

She has a good figure.

"Sister Qiao, can you help me debut?" The young man looked at me with pleading eyes.

I raised an eyebrow. "Can you sing? Can you dance? Can you act? Or do you have any other special talents?"

My words had a hidden meaning.

"Sister Qiao, as long as you're willing to support me, I'll do anything you ask!" He took a step closer to me and said with great tact.

"For example?" I deliberately coaxed.

“

"You've taken advantage of me!" the young man said decisively.

Every day I encounter young men who come to me wanting me to sexually harass them.

I smiled, and just then, a gust of wind swept in, and the young man standing in front of me was pulled away. The next instant, my wrist was grabbed.

I was forced to take a few steps forward, and soon my back hit the cold marble wall, and a strong masculine scent enveloped me.

The man's pale, thin, handsome face pressed down on me, and I immediately turned my face away and pushed against his chest with both hands.

"Get out of my way!"

I said in a cold voice.

He forcefully grabbed my chin, turning my face to face him.

The man's eyes were deep-set, and his dark pupils seemed to hold intense anger and... possessiveness.

I raised my knee and aimed it at his vulnerable groin, but he countered first.

His lips suddenly covered mine, a storm of kisses falling with an overwhelming force and madness that brooked no refusal. He held my hands firmly against the marble wall, his fingers slowly weaving in until our fingers were intertwined.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm—"

I let out a muffled protest from deep in my throat, using my tongue and teeth to resist him, to bite him, tasting the metallic, bloody flavor, yet he still wouldn't let go.

At that moment, he was like a mad dog, biting me and clinging to me relentlessly.

His body pressed tightly against mine, his tongue conquering my mouth with a frenzied urge to devour me whole.

Crazy.

He doesn't come when I need him.

Just when he was almost out of my vocabulary, he came back to haunt me.

It felt like an eternity before he finally let go of me.

"I'm back..." The man's voice was deep and magnetic, his dark eyes, sparkling with a hint of light, were fixed on me.

"Smack!"

I raised my hand and slapped his overly pale cheek.

He turned his face to the side; in the warm yellow light of the pub aisle, the lines of his jaw were clearly defined.

For a moment I realized that he seemed excessively thin.

"ill!"

In an instant, I cursed under my breath, broke free from his hand, and pushed him away forcefully.

Fu Yanshen looked down at me, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Get lost.

No matter what he's like now, I'm indifferent to him and avoid him at all costs.

I turned around and strode forward.

"Sheng, Qiao, Qiao, that's enough. Come back with me."

After taking only two steps, he called out to me, word by word, his angry tone gradually softening, as if his helpless tone was also carrying a hint of command.

I found it utterly ridiculous, too lazy to even glance back at him, and strode away.

I could clearly feel him chasing after me again, but thankfully, Makino found me.

Just as Fu Yanshen was about to touch me, Mu Ye pulled me behind him, protecting me behind him.

"Ex-husband, how dare you still bother her?" Mu Ye's sarcastic tone was full of contempt.