I was startled, thinking I had misread it, and blinked hard.

The man walked towards them against the light of the campfire. The shadows made his features even more defined, with sword-like eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and thin, aloof lips. He was Fu Yanshen, whom I would recognize even if he were reduced to ashes.

The dark, swaying shadows of the trees in the night made his innate sharpness even more pronounced.

Why is he here?

My heart sank.

Could it be that Shi Xia was seriously injured in the fall and he's come to settle scores with me?

Remembering the ways he took revenge on me for Shi Xia in my past life, I subconsciously wrapped my coat tighter around myself.

At this moment, Fu Yanshen paused slightly, and even from a distance of several meters, I could feel his sinister gaze.

I suppressed the rising panic in my heart and straightened my back.

There's CCTV footage to prove it, so why should he blame me? Why should I be afraid of him?

"President Fu!"

"President Fu!"

Several wealthy young men saw Fu Yanshen, came forward to greet him politely, and some even offered him cigarettes. Fu Yanshen nodded, waved his hand, and walked straight toward me.

Before he married me, he was a bodyguard who had to be mindful of others' feelings. Now, as the son-in-law of the Sheng family and the president of Shengshi Group, he is respected wherever he goes.

They were the center of attention wherever they went, and even the princesses who were singing and dancing all turned their gazes in their direction.

Even Song Sinan took the initiative to greet him, "President Fu."

"President Song."

Fu Yanshen nodded, addressed Song Sinan in a neutral tone, then walked up to me and looked me up and down.

His gaze swept lightly over the clothes wrapped around me, a faint smile playing on his lips, his dark eyes fixed on me.

“It’s getting late, come home with me,” he said.

What?

Did I hear that right?

At that moment, the feeling of warmth left, and I saw Fu Yanshen take off the coat that I had draped over my shoulders—the coat of my idol.

"Mr. Song, thank you for taking care of my wife."

He handed his coat to Song Sinan while exchanging polite words.

"Mr. Fu, you're too kind. I watched Qiaoqiao grow up, so it's only right that I take care of her."

Listening to my crush's words, I was slightly surprised. His tone made it sound like we were very close.

I looked at him and saw him with a slight smile on his lips as he looked at Fu Yanshen.

Fu Yanshen also looked at him, his eyes deep and dark, as if surging with undercurrents.

Both men were quite strange.

Let's go.

Fu Yanshen's voice pulled me back to my senses. I felt a slight weight on my shoulder as a warm, masculine scent, mixed with the strong smell of tobacco, enveloped me.

He actually draped his trench coat over my shoulders.

Didn't he kick me out? Has he realized his true love for his childhood sweetheart? What does it mean to ask me to go back now?

"I'm not leaving."

I rolled my eyes at him and said coldly.

I really wanted to tell him to "get lost," but I couldn't say it in front of my crush.

Moreover, countless eyes are watching us.

They had heard before that my marriage with Fu Yanshen was in trouble, and now they're all gossiping about it.

Fu Yanshen sat down next to me, put an arm around my shoulder, and pulled me into his arms.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Do you... want me to hug you?"

His hot breath sprayed into my ear, his tone laced with threat.

I turned my head and met his half-smiling face, but his dark eyes were filled with coldness.

It made me uneasy. I knew he meant what he said, and he wouldn't care about the occasion or show me any respect.

But I just didn't want to go with him, and I looked helplessly at Song Sinan.

He sat down on a nearby sofa, crossed his long legs, exuding gentlemanly elegance, and turned his head to look at Fu Yanshen.

"Mr. Fu, midnight is my sister's birthday, and Qiaoqiao agreed to stay and celebrate with her at the top of the hour. Would you like to go first?"

Hearing his somewhat forceful words, I was startled; he was essentially kicking me out on my behalf.

Fu Yanshen pulled me closer. "In that case, Mr. Song, you don't mind if I stay and celebrate your sister's birthday with Qiaoqiao, do you?"

He raised his voice at Song Sinan.

It seems he was somewhat wary of Song Sinan; he didn't force me to leave and even gave himself a way out.

"Of course, welcome, Mr. Fu."

Song Sinan responded politely, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then walked away.

"What are you doing here? Don't you need to keep your precious childhood sweetheart company?" As soon as my crush left, I twisted my body, trying to break free from his embrace, and asked sarcastically.

Fu Yanshen suddenly pulled me onto his lap, his two strong arms holding me firmly in his embrace. I was facing away from him, my back pressed against his chest, unable to move.

He actually hugged me so intimately, all under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Just as I was about to tell him to let go, he buried his face in my ear and whispered, "Let's see just how... wanton you really are!"

The man's tone was gloomy, emphasizing the word "wild," which was meant to humiliate me.

As soon as the sound faded, he bit my earlobe hard.

"Ouch..." I winced in pain, my fingers gripping his arm.

"Fu Yanshen, are you sick in the head?!" I hissed angrily.

They clearly told me to get lost, but now they're bothering me again. They're going back on their word. They're really sick in the head!

"In front of so many people, you're flirting with your sweetheart, Sheng Qiaoqiao, do you think I'm dead?" His voice was hoarse and his tone was angry.

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand touched the softness of my chest and pinched it hard as punishment.

"ah……"

I felt a sharp pain, and at the same time, an electric-like tingling sensation shot out from the top of my head, causing me to involuntarily let out an unbearable moan.

"you--"

I glared at him, meeting his deep, dark eyes, which held an intense, almost shockingly strong possessiveness.

In my past life, I had never seen him look like that.

My heart skipped a beat.

Are you jealous?

I almost blurted it out.

He knew that I used to have a crush on Song Sinan.

I stared intently at him, and saw him slowly curl the corners of his lips into a smile. "Miss, you really are narcissistic. Did you think I would like you?"

His tone was sarcastic, and his brooding gaze swept over me casually.

Even though I knew that would be the answer, hearing him say it still made my heart ache.

I retorted proudly, "Who thinks so? I've never cared if you liked me. I'm not jealous, so why are you acting crazy and getting in the way of my crush—um..."

Before I could finish speaking, Fu Yanshen gave me a heavy kiss on the lips, as if it were a punishment.

His dark, turbulent eyes were fixed on me, as if he were watching his prey.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, I warned you to keep yourself pure and not let other men touch you. I find it disgusting." His tone was icy, revealing his contempt and disdain for me.

My chest heaved with anger, and I pounded my fist into his chest.

"Fu Yanshen, you've already told me to get lost, why should I remain chaste for you? We're over!"

I really thought it was over. Although I was unwilling, it would be good to end this karmic entanglement that spanned two lifetimes. Endless entanglement would only waste my precious life.

Then he suddenly reappeared...

Fu Yanshen loosened his grip on me slightly. He took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket, shook out a cigarette, and bit it into his mouth.

“I’ve seen the surveillance footage…” he said calmly.