A polymath synth artist defies her parents' plans by casting a scarlet fingernail into a nest of mummified womb-senators.
Upon its removal, the urn erupts, seven scaly impure miners surge...
All she wants now is to preserve the good things that exist and prevent their relationship from deteriorating further; perhaps it's time to end it.
As for her and Liu Yunqi, something has changed.
Everything changed after she came back. Gu Yuan became more ruthless, as did Xu Haicang. Even Liu Yunqi became someone she didn't recognize, turning into a jealous woman.
Fu Hange felt a throbbing pain in her forehead. She put one hand to her forehead and silently exhaled.
Fu Hange wandered around the streets after lunch. Gu Yuan had given her a new phone, but she didn't have Xu Yi's number yet, so she could only try her luck here.
Feeling bored, Fu Hange went to the mall to buy clothes. Although the mall wasn't particularly luxurious, it was still quite decent overall.
Fu Hange casually picked out a spring casual outfit, and the saleswoman kept praising her: "Miss, you look really good in this. Why don't you try on one of our new styles?"
"good."
After saying that, the saleswoman led her inside and picked out a black-trimmed blouse for her.
Fu Hange blushed. "This... I really don't need it."
After all, what normal person would dress so revealingly? She didn't need to show it to Gu Yuan, and the little clothes Xu Yi sent her in London last time had already made her suffer enough. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
When she came to her senses, the saleswoman was still encouraging her, "I see you have a great figure, and this style would perfectly complement your figure. Why don't you give it a try?"
Fu Hange was utterly speechless. How could a simple top possibly enhance one's temperament? Was she out of touch with fashion or something? And where did this person get the idea that she had a good figure? She was clearly quite thin, okay?
She tried to escape the awkward situation as quickly as possible, saying as she walked out, "Thank you, but I don't need this for now."
"Miss, why don't you give it a try?"
"Really, it's not necessary."
As soon as she stepped out, she saw Bai Xin's familiar face, a face she hated.
As if she had also noticed her, she glanced at the shop behind Fu Hange and said sarcastically, "Miss Xu, what refined taste you have! Visiting a shop like this, I wonder who you're dressed up for?"
Fu Hange was furious. Since she insisted on bringing up the conflict, she wouldn't let her get away with it.
Fu Hange was just as assertive as her: "It's none of your business who I dress up for, is it?"
Bai Xin covered her face and chuckled, her expression both affected and annoying. "You're not thinking of wearing this for President Gu, are you? Don't you know he's been staying at that villa in the city center lately?"
Fu Hange felt a surge of anger inside, but she maintained a calm demeanor, raising an eyebrow with undiminished elegance: "So what if I know?"
Bai Xin took a step closer to her, her lips almost curling upwards, "Do you know that he's been living with me these past few days?"
She, who had been so arrogant, suddenly felt as if a bucket of water had been poured over her head, instantly extinguishing all her arrogance.
Fu Hange's face clearly changed, from elegant and poised at the beginning to mocking and sarcastic.
Seeing her like this, Bai Xin became even more smug and deliberately raised her voice, "If I'm not mistaken, President Gu hasn't been back these past few days, right? Except for last night, of course."
Fu Hange felt as if her head was about to suffocate, and she felt like she might collapse on the spot at any moment.
She tried her best to suppress the bitterness in her heart, and on the surface she still put on a strong front, "So what if that's the case? I give him enough freedom. As for where he spends the night and what he does, that's none of my business."