His face was expressionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Fu Yanshen has never liked meddling in other people's business, so why is he helping "me"?

"Mind your own business—"

Huo Xizhou's angry rebuke stopped abruptly when he saw that it was Fu Yanshen.

"Mr. Fu, you don't know this, this is my girlfriend. She's having a fight with me, and I'm trying to coax her." He curled his lips into a wicked smile.

That's incredibly boastful.

I just declared that I was cutting ties with him.

Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in them. He pulled hard, and a "crack" sounded, like a joint dislocating.

He released his grip, pulled out the pocket square from his suit jacket, and slowly wiped his hands.

Huo Xizhou lowered his head, his arms hanging limply as if they had no bones.

Those watching the scene gasped in shock.

"Aww—hiss—"

Huo Xizhou then realized what was happening, howling in pain, grimacing, and jumping up and down. He glared at Fu Yanshen, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot.

Fu Yanshen glanced at him indifferently, "From now on, don't bother her anymore."

His casual tone carried an air of authority without anger.

"You, you—who do you think you are!" Huo Xizhou shouted angrily.

"Xizhou, you mustn't be rude!"

The host of the banquet, Mr. Du, the richest man in the Chinese community, arrived late and sternly addressed Huo Xizhou.

When Huo Xizhou saw him, he was like a small fry compared to a mighty shaman; his hostility vanished, leaving only grievance. "Uncle Du, he—"

"Someone, take Young Master Huo to the hospital!" Mr. Du ordered loudly.

Huo Xizhou was quickly led downstairs by bodyguards in black suits, and the onlookers were dispersed as everyone went downstairs to dance.

"Mr. Fu, the Huo family's young nephew has always been arrogant and domineering. Please forgive him. I'll have his father come to apologize to you another day."

Mr. Du's flattering voice grew softer and softer as I walked towards the stairwell.

As soon as I reached the stairwell, Jiang Shuman greeted me. "Yiyi, I heard that Huo Xizhou was bothering you again. Was it Mr. Fu who helped you out?"

I nodded.

Did you thank them?

I gently shook my head.

What should I thank?

He helped Jiang Shuyi, not me, Sheng Qiaoqiao.

Jiang Shuman frowned, clicked her tongue, and said, "You, why are you acting so arrogant again, just like before?"

"Yiyi, have you rekindled your feelings for Huo Xizhou?"

"No, sister," I quickly retorted.

"That's good. You should go and thank Mr. Fu. It's only polite. Besides, I heard that he intends to invest in projects in London. Everyone's trying to curry favor with him." Jiang Shuman pushed me and urged me on.

As I turned around, Fu Yanshen emerged from behind a Baroque pillar, a few steps away from me.

"Go quickly!"

Jiang Shuman whispered a few words of advice to me, then turned and left.

I stood there, frozen, watching Fu Yanshen stride toward me. As he got closer, my heart pounded faster and faster.

Even though he had given up on me and cheated on me, I still loved him intensely.

Fu Yanshen's gaze swept unfocusedly over Sheng Qiaoqiao as she drew closer. Beneath his indifferent and aloof exterior, however, a fire of anger burned within his chest.

That bastard! In that situation, he would rather call the police than ask him for help!

They still treat him like he's dead and refuse to acknowledge him!

Noticing her gaze, he inwardly scoffed and became even more indifferent, not even glancing at her as he walked past her.

"Mr. Fu."

Upon hearing this address and the unfamiliar, slightly gruff female voice, Fu Yanshen became even more furious and gritted his teeth.

She still refused to admit it.

Ha, he faked his death in a car accident, which tormented him to the point of dying again.

She also changed herself beyond recognition, and her voice was no longer as sweet and bright as before.

He hates her!

Fu Yanshen ignored me and brushed past me. I hadn't intended to thank him anyway, so I simply walked away as well.

Before we had taken two steps, he suddenly grabbed my wrist from behind, pulled me along, and strode towards the doorway.

By the time I realized what was happening, I was already inside the room, pinned against the door by him.

"Miss Jiang, what can I do for you?"

Fu Yanshen lowered his eyes and glanced at me, his strong masculine aura enveloping me. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his gaze was fixed on me.

It seems he can see right through me. Does he recognize me?

She looked completely different; she didn't even recognize me in bed, so how could she recognize me now?

My mood darkened again, and I said faintly, "Thank you for helping me out of that situation."

His face darkened, but a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his mouth. "No sincerity."

Sincerity?

"Hmm—"

Before I could react to what he meant, he suddenly kissed me, his hands brazenly groping me through my modified cheongsam-style evening dress.

Thinking that he didn't recognize me and mistook me for another woman, I felt a surge of resentment and grievance. I clenched my fist against his chest, but I was powerless to do so.

With his skillful kissing technique and the familiar, penetrating scent, he easily made me melt into a lump of soft mud.

...

This should be a lounge for guests to touch up their makeup and tidy their appearance.

A scene of ambiguous passion is reflected in the full-length mirror with its European-style milky white embossed frame.

I craned my neck, my hands gripping the man's arms behind me. My dark green velvet cheongsam was disheveled and open, and my dazzlingly white, full breasts trembled up and down with the movement of my body.

Behind him, his tie was loose, and a few buttons on his shirt collar were undone. With the movement, the veins on his neck bulged, revealing a contradictory yet harmonious blend of refinement and wildness.

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