Chapter 10 Patience "Next time, it won't be just one kiss."...

The results of the re-examination were to be released between 4 pm and 6 pm. Song Luoyun was still at work, so she could only ask Weng Xue to keep an eye on them for her.

Weng Xue sent her a message at 3 PM:

[Relax, you're the kind of person who even got a guaranteed spot in graduate school, the interview will be no problem for you. Focus on your work this afternoon and wait for my good news!]

Song Luoyun smiled warmly, then got busy with work and didn't have time to reply.

Unexpectedly, as the sun was setting and she was about to finish a busy day, she looked at her phone again and received this message.

[Luo Yun... I think you're definitely being targeted. Don't check the system anymore. I'll come find you after work, we can have a drink together and discuss what to do.]

Song Luoyun felt a chill in her heart.

I opened the webpage with trembling hands, still holding onto hope until the very end, only to be cruelly greeted by the words "Not Admitted" on a white background.

She was stunned for a moment, staring at the words on the screen, remaining silent for a long time.

Weng Xue sent another message: "I asked my classmates, and if you think your grades are wrong, you can just apply for a review. Don't be discouraged."

[But I think this is probably your mom's doing again. Wasn't she so heartless as to make you lose your postgraduate recommendation? Does she not want you to study and is trying to force you to go back and get married?]

Song Luoyun's mind was a complete mess.

That's exactly how she lost her postgraduate recommendation qualification. At the time, Zhou Yingshu intercepted the notification without authorization, making her mistakenly believe that she had failed to be selected. It wasn't until a week later that her professor found her and asked her regretfully why she gave up the recommendation. Only then did she realize that the competition had ended because she hadn't confirmed her application in time.

Back then, she could still remain optimistic, after all, there was still a chance. But now she has completely lost the right to go to school in September, and she doesn't even know what to do.

I left the company in a daze, squeezed into the crowded elevator, and was pushed forward to the main entrance, where a car was parked and a person was leaning against it holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Luo Yun!" Fu Zeming called out to her, his loud voice drawing curious glances from those nearby.

He ran up to her and handed her the flowers: "Congratulations, your grades must be great!"

Looking at the bouquet of flowers, Song Luoyun was overwhelmed with the anxiety and tension she felt while preparing for the exam. Her nose tingled, and tears streamed down her face.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?" Fu Zeming frowned in fright. His first thought was that she had been wronged at the company. He quickly pulled her into the car and handed her some tissues.

"Who bullied you? That director last night? Tell me, and I'll make him pay." His brows furrowed, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

"No." Song Luoyun wiped away her tears, not wanting to say more, and stared blankly out the window.

Fu Zeming quickly learned the reason why Song Luoyun was in a bad mood.

He took Song Luoyun home, said goodbye politely downstairs, bought her favorite dinner, delivered it to her door, sent her a message, and then left.

The next day, I arrived half an hour early to take her to work. I had already prepared warm soy milk and hot steamed buns. I heard that it would be colder today, so I had an extra jacket on the back seat.

He only mentioned the matter on the way: "There must have been a problem somewhere. You should apply for a review. I'll ask my family if anyone can help."

"It's nothing." Song Luoyun hadn't slept well all night; her eyes were red and her eyelids were swollen.

“No need to trouble yourself,” she said. “I’ll go back to school and take a look.”

When are you going? I'll take you there.

"No need, I can go there myself when I have time."

“Okay, let me know when you’re going, and I’ll come find you after class,” Fu Zeming said.

He has a lot of classes, basically from morning to night. This time was the time he skipped class to give her a ride to and from get off work.

Kyoto University is known for its strict education. Attendance is taken in every class, and it is not possible to have someone else attend for you. If you miss too many classes, you will fail the course. If you fail, you cannot retake the exam and must repeat the course.

Although the price was heavy, it was worth it for Song Luoyun.

...

Soon, the results of the re-examination review came out. There were no specific scores, only a cold statement: "After review, the score is correct."

When Song Luoyun returned to Peking University, she watched as countless junior students with relaxed smiles passed by her, and suddenly she didn't know how to explain it to her advisor.

Her mentor was her mentor. His surname was Liu and his full name was Liu Yi. After she took the college entrance examination, the school held a lecture on how to choose a major. When Professor Liu shared his thoughts, he said something that had a profound impact on her: "Those who do not seek ease will succeed, and those who do not avoid difficulties will advance."[1] She remembered this major because of this.

After the meeting, Professor Liu personally approached her. She had scored nearly full marks in the science section of the college entrance examination. He believed she was a promising candidate for scientific research, and later he took her under his wing and mentored her, devoting a great deal of effort to her.

However, she wasn't an outstanding student. Her classmates spent most of their free time in the lab, either starting their own businesses and participating in competitions, or publishing paper after paper. She, on the other hand, had to spend time working part-time and researching ways to make money unrelated to her major. Given her unique circumstances, Professor Liu offered to sponsor her studies, but she refused, promising she could manage both. As it turned out, trying to have it all meant she excelled at nothing.

I walked all the way to the office building and knocked twice on the door with a nervous heart.

No one opened it for a long time, but then came the sound of glass shattering, a loud clanging that startled everyone.

Song Luoyun subconsciously stepped back, wondering whether she should leave or push the door open and go in.

At that moment, the door was opened.

When he first saw Professor Liu, there was still lingering anger in his eyes, but perhaps because of her, he restrained his emotions somewhat.

She said softly, "Xiao Yun, come in."

"Professor Liu," Song Luoyun greeted politely.

He took a step inside, but then stopped, his gaze fixed on the familiar figure inside.

The man sat quietly on the sofa, slowly pouring tea with his knuckles. His shoulders were wet, and the collar of his white shirt was stained yellow, but in the rising steam, his eyes remained calm and serene.

It was Fu Huaizhi.

Song Luoyun's heart suddenly started pounding.

The first guess that flashed through my mind was that he had come here because of her.

She took another step forward, and the man stood up at the same time. Almost instinctively, she took a step back.

However, the man did not look at her. Instead, he calmly squatted down and picked up the shards of glass one by one.

"Xiao Yun, come over here," Liu Yi called to her.

Song Luoyun agreed, walked past the man, and sat in the chair that Professor Liu pushed over.

Liu Yi didn't speak, nor did she dare to make a sound. Her eyes could only be fixed on the person who was bending down to clean up the mess. This person, who was always respected and flattered, would actually do such a thing.

The man slowly straightened up, tied the trash bag containing the glass shards, and then placed the brewed tea on the desk. There were two cups in total, one of which was in front of Song Luoyun.

After finishing all these tasks, he lowered his head gently, his attitude humble and calm: "Grandpa, you go ahead with your work, I won't bother you any longer."

The door opened and closed, the room was silent, filled only with an air of surprise and worry.

Song Luoyun's doubts remained unresolved.

Wasn't he supposed to come here because of her? But how did he end up here? What happened with that strange noise?

She had no right to ask questions, so she could only speak up about serious matters: "Professor Liu, my re-examination results are out."

"I saw it." Liu Yi said to her with a serious expression, ignoring even the person leaving the room, "I didn't expect you to get such a score."

Song Luoyun closed her eyes in distress, unable to bear the disappointment on her mentor's face. But she seemed unable to tell him that she might have been framed; she had no evidence, and what if… this score was rightfully hers.

"Tell me the truth, how did you perform in the interview?" Liu Yi asked her.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but it should be alright," Song Luoyun said.

Liu Yi sighed.

The entrance exam for Materials Science and Engineering is not very difficult. He has taught so many classes of students, and they have all had good career prospects after graduation. He has never encountered a situation that has caused him so much worry.

“I remember you said that your family has always opposed your pursuing further education. Think about it, could this be related to them?” he said tactfully.

Song Luoyun nodded.

She should be thankful that Professor Liu still believed in her abilities and that his first reaction was not to criticize her.

But she didn't know how to fight her family.

Ever since she refused to marry the man her stepfather arranged last year, they have been targeting her like madmen. Her stepfather said that no matter how much a woman studies, the money she earns is not as much as the wealth she gains from marriage. Being highly talented is far less valuable than being rolling in money.

She never imagined that her mother would believe such cult-like rhetoric. They conspired to block her from receiving news of her application for graduate school admission and then easily cut off her chance to take the entrance exam.

She couldn't pursue a master's degree or work her dream job. All she could do was take a job that barely made a living, but the workplace was chaotic and she felt like she had lost all motivation.

As Song Luoyun left the office building, her mind was filled with what Professor Liu had told her.

He subtly reminded her that professors at Peking University were people who had made enormous contributions to the university and even the country, and were definitely not people who could be easily bribed by risking their careers. Although the man her mother remarried had a minor title, he was far from having the power to persuade any professor, so he must have conspired with others.

Professor Liu advised her to explain the situation to her family and try to get them to understand her pursuit. If that didn't work, she could use legal means, but the first priority was to find evidence.

Song Luoyun felt utterly powerless.

She had no clue where to find evidence and knew she couldn't communicate with her family.

As she walked, she took out her phone and saw several messages from Fu Zeming, asking if she was at school and wanting to have dinner with her.

Song Luoyun replied with "okay" and put down her phone.

Her gaze, however, was fixed directly on the man in front of her.

Without pausing, she quickly pretended not to see and changed direction.

But then she heard footsteps getting closer and closer. She resigned herself to her fate, walked to the shade of a tree, and stopped walking.

Fu Huaizhi remained the same as before, the tea stains on his collar spreading again, but his suit jacket was neatly buttoned up. The politeness in his demeanor had vanished, replaced by a familiar domineering air.

"Don't you know how to greet me?" He grabbed her wrist, not with much force, but he increased the pressure as she struggled.

He took another step forward, pinning her against the tree trunk, looking down at her from above; he seemed to really enjoy this position.

Song Luoyun said reluctantly, "Brother Fu."

"Hmm." Fu Huaizhi was quite satisfied.

Looking closely at the woman's face, from her eyes to her lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he suppressed the strong urge.

"Are the postgraduate entrance exam results out?" he asked.

Song Luoyun said, "Mm."

"Did you not do well on the exam?" he asked bluntly.

Song Luoyun didn't want others to mention this matter in a mocking tone, so she turned her head slightly and avoided the question.

Fu Huaizhi laughed, as if he knew everything about her: "Were you set up?"

"..." She looked at him in disbelief. "How did you know?"

He countered, "Is there anything I can't know?"

She said nothing, yet he knew everything, because he had been investigating her.

Her strength was too weak; she only needed to be gently peeled away to be completely exposed before him.

A shadow suddenly flashed across his dim eyes.

Could he be the one who framed her?

He was powerful and influential, and could easily accomplish these things; moreover, he was constantly seeking revenge against her.

Fu Huaizhi suddenly asked her, "Do you want to know who it is?"

Song Luoyun asked suspiciously, "Do you know who it is?"

The man gently lifted her chin, making no attempt to conceal his desire, and whispered, "That depends on your sincerity."

It's that situation again.

Every time, he would block her path to a dead end, but then try to negotiate with her, asking her to kiss him.

This might be a trap he set; if he did it, he wouldn't tell the truth.

But what if it isn't?

Song Luoyun lowered her eyes, thinking of her utterly rotten mother. She probably didn't have the right to join forces with the heir of the Fu family.

Fortunately, kissing is not difficult.

She had figured out a method that would best satisfy Fu Huaizhi: she would put her hands on his shoulders, stand on tiptoe to reach him, and use her tongue to directly entangle him.

She was preoccupied and destined to have difficulty concentrating, but she knew he could always keenly detect any unusual movements in her, so she briefly put those troublesome things aside and immersed herself in the kiss.

However, she only realized now that he seemed unable to tolerate her like this. His breathing quickly became erratic, his hand remained on her waist, and he lowered his head, becoming the dominant one.

Song Luoyun forgot to keep track of the time, but felt it was time to end, so she gently pushed him away.

He looked up and met her gaze closely, then kissed her again.

In my daze, I heard soft laughter.

The moisture from his lips had moved to his ear. He said, "You responded to me."

Song Luoyun couldn't help but swallow her saliva and loosened her crossed hands.

Then the man spoke up as if calculating accounts: "Didn't you say it wasn't voluntary?"

"..."

She pretended not to know that he was bringing up the matter of how she had told so many people that night that she had been forced by him.

But Fu Huaizhi wouldn't give her a chance to avoid it. He gently rubbed his calloused fingertips against her lips, making them itch and causing them to tremble involuntarily.

“What else happened that night when he took you away?” he said slowly.

Song Luoyun grabbed his hand, unsure of his meaning.

“Nothing happened,” she said.

"Nothing happened?" Fu Huaizhi repeated her words. "Do you think I believe that?"

His slow and deliberate speech always made Song Luoyun feel guilty and eager to explain: "Really, he took me home and then left."

Fu Huaizhi's teasing hand moved to her cheek, which was still warm and moist.

"And what about that night?"

Song Luoyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, like dandelions covered in dew.

Perhaps because of the long time she had been entangled with him, she tacitly understood that he was referring to the night of the torrential rain when she brought Fu Zeming to her home.

Her cheeks were so sore that she didn't dare to dodge. She whispered, "It's the same. He bought me food, and left after I finished eating. He was very considerate and wouldn't do anything to me."

"Is that so?" Fu Huaizhi looked at her. "Then I wasn't very sensible."

“…” Song Luoyun sighed softly.

The more she says, the more mistakes she makes; she should just answer his questions.

Fu Huaizhi smiled, a gentle smile hidden in his upturned eyebrows.

She didn't know that he especially liked her at this moment, like a docile little deer, who wouldn't resist and whose words he didn't need to doubt.

"He's pursuing you," he said with certainty. "And what about you? How do you feel about him?"

“…I don’t like it,” Song Luoyun said.

"Will you consider him in the future?" He asked this in a way that sounded like a gentle older brother looking for a partner for his younger brother.

Song Luoyun shook her head.

"Never again?"

"……Um."

Fu Huaizhi smiled tenderly: "Remember what you said."

In a great mood, he lifted her chin and kissed her lips.

This time was different from before; he reduced his strength considerably, making it gentle and seemingly flirtatious, like the composure after winning a game of chess.

Song Luoyun squeezed out a tear.

She was now wondering what the people who were trying to trip her up were up to.

The kiss was short-lived, and when they parted, she felt a pang of reluctance, her eyes still glazed over.

Fu Huaizhi looked at her, his single eyebrow slightly raised, a hint of mockery in his expression.

Afraid that he would see through her emotions, Song Luoyun avoided eye contact with him and could only use colder words to cover up her unease.

"Brother Fu, please tell me, who is that person you know?"

Fu Huaizhi tilted his head slightly, stared at the eyes that kept avoiding his gaze, and then bit her lip again.

She's truly wild; one second she's passionately kissing him, the next she's switching to polite language and ruthlessly saying things he doesn't want to hear.

Song Luoyun used her hand to block him, trying to make him let go of her.

Fortunately, he did as she wished, taking a small step back and casually tidying up the messy clothes.

He then said, "Your grades are problematic. The culprit is Zhang Ming, but it's unclear who instructed him."

Song Luoyun knew this person; he was one of her professors. When she was a junior, she participated in a competition, and Zhang Ming had mentioned wanting her to write his name in the mentor section, but she refused. As a result, he gave her private lessons.

If we're talking about conflict, then yes, but to say that this caused enmity and that he was targeting her is a stretch.

She was skeptical.

So he said, "If you find out, will you tell me?"

Fu Huaizhi said, "That depends on what you can offer in exchange."

He was craving a cigarette, so he took it out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter. However, since he was some distance away from her, the smell wasn't strong.

Song Luoyun couldn't answer. She was afraid this was a trap he set, and if she fell for it, things would get very difficult. But she was also afraid it wasn't him, which would deprive her of her only chance to seek help.

After carefully considering her words, she said in what she considered to be a dignified tone, "Thank you for telling me. This matter is very important to me. If possible, I would like to ask you to help me again."

Fu Huaizhi, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, smiled and deliberately moved closer to her. But as she had anticipated, she shrank back, her eyes filled with panic.

He stopped moving forward and said, "Song Luoyun, I am a businessman, not a philanthropist. You should know that I will not help someone for no reason."

Fu Huaizhi felt that he had already helped her enough.

He probably won't have the patience to treat someone like that again, letting her show an attitude he doesn't like, say things that make him angry, and even bring someone else to show off in front of him, and he can still tolerate it and let her go time and time again.

He felt that this was the limit.

If she knows what's good for her, then he wouldn't mind continuing to get along like this.

But if you don't know what's good for you, that's betrayal.

"So if you want a next time, you'd better bring your chips. Of course, you can also make other demands."

Fu Huaizhi moved closer to Song Luoyun again, gently took her hand, raised it, and kissed the back of her hand.

He released her, saying, "Next time, it won't be just a kiss."

A note from the author:

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Fu Gui's madness countdown

You promised not to betray me, but you'll betray me in the next chapter!

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