Chapter 13 Amusement (Two-in-One) "Fuck her."...

He kissed her, this time with a soft, moist touch. Just like his unpredictable moods, you never knew which version of him you would face next.

Song Luoyun numbly accepted his kiss, but it stirred up memories, bringing back repressed moments from the past few days.

She just wanted a peaceful life.

She just wanted to study hard and work hard; she wanted to get into the National Research Institute, even though she was working so hard.

But all the achievements she painstakingly made were always easily destroyed by others.

Sometimes she wondered if she had done too many bad things in her past life, which was why she had such a difficult life in this one.

But this is inherently unfair; she has no memories of her previous life, yet she has to endure so much.

The more I try not to think about it, the more my thoughts burn.

The grievances accumulated, and tears fell drop by drop.

The kiss was bitter.

Even Fu Huaizhi experienced it, slowly releasing her and narrowing his eyes in disbelief.

He lowered his voice and asked her, "Does breaking up with him make you this upset?"

Song Luoyun lowered her head, trying her best to control herself, but tears kept falling.

Fu Huaizhi looked at those trembling shoulders and suddenly stopped making any other movements.

Did I scare her?

But this thought of reflection only lasted a few seconds.

He was the one who was deceived and played, so why should she feel wronged?

On the contrary, she was so indifferent when other topics were brought up, but cried like this when it came to breaking up with him.

She really is a loyal and affectionate girl.

At that moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door, which was just a stone's throw away.

Any sound is especially clear in the dark. The knocking became more and more urgent, and a man's voice was right next to my ear: "Luo Yun, Luo Yun? Open the door."

Song Luoyun was so frightened that her hair stood on end, and she subconsciously raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

Fu Zeming must not see us, and we must not let him in.

Looking up, she saw Fu Huaizhi.

He kept a close distance to her, cupped her face in his hands, and gently wiped away the tears with his fingertips.

Too gentle.

Unlike him.

really.

The next second he moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, "You can't cry in front of him, or he'll feel sorry for you?"

Fu Zeming's knocking grew louder and louder.

"Luo Yun? Why are you so quiet? Open the door!"

Song Luoyun looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears again.

Fu Huaizhi wiped her cheek.

"Shh, don't cry, he'll hear you."

His finger lingered on her lips, and he lowered his head to rub it against them.

"He'll be angry if he finds out we're together."

What will you do if he gets angry?

The voices outside the door grew increasingly agitated.

"Luo Yun? If you don't open the door, I'll just break it down!"

Anxious restlessness disrupted my heart rate.

Startled, Song Luoyun pushed Fu Huaizhi away and placed her palm on the handle.

She glanced at the man, then steeled herself and opened the door.

There was only a slit, and Fu Zeming was in the light, blocking most of the light falling on her.

"Why did it take you so long to open the door?" Fu Zeming said anxiously, trying to enter the room.

Song Luoyun stood guard at the door, asking, "I'm sleeping, what's wrong?"

Her voice was soft, her eyes deliberately looked tired, and her messy hair made it difficult for her lie to be exposed.

Unable to find any evidence, Fu Zeming could only suppress his suspicions: "I went to look for my older brother just now, but he wasn't in his room... Is there anything unusual here?"

"No," Song Luoyun said, gripping the handle tightly. "I'm already asleep."

“Okay,” Fu Zeming said.

But perhaps because of Song Luoyun's overly defensive actions, he did not dispel his doubts and insisted, "May I enter the room?"

"...!"

Song Luoyun's pupils constricted, and she almost cried out.

It wasn't because of what Fu Zeming said.

Moreover, Fu Huaizhi.

He actually put his hand inside her clothes.

It was within Fu Zeming's field of vision.

The man in Yu Guangli's eyes had already moved behind the door panel. If he leaned forward even a little bit more, Fu Zeming would notice him.

"cannot!"

Song Luoyun spoke before Fu Zeming could push the door open himself.

That hand held her back and, as if as a reward, massaged it with just the right amount of pressure.

She trembled involuntarily.

"I'm already asleep, I'm so sleepy, can we talk about it tomorrow?"

With a plausible excuse, Fu Zeming had no choice but to believe her and leave.

Song Luoyun slammed the door shut, and unsurprisingly, she was immediately flipped over and pinned against the door.

“He really cares about you,” Fu Huaizhi said. “It’s a pity he’s afraid I’ll bully you, but I’m already bullying you.”

Song Luoyun was so tired that she didn't want to say a word.

“Your boyfriend cares about you a lot.” Fu Huaizhi, unusually, stopped his playful antics and started chatting with her. “He came to me tonight and asked me to step in and resolve those messy things that were bothering you. He said he had no other way.”

His Adam's apple bobbed wildly, and he was restraining the urge to bite her, even though seeing them together made him so angry that he wanted to pull her back immediately.

He said in a breathy voice, "Look, you went through all that trouble to find a boyfriend, but in the end, isn't it still me you rely on?"

"If that's the case, why don't you just come to me? If you come to me, I'll help you, but—if someone else asks me for help, and I'm in a bad mood, I won't do anything."

"Song Luoyun, I thought you were a smart person, how come you can't figure it out?"

He rarely spoke so much, but every word he uttered was powerful and enticing.

Every word he uttered was an attempt to make Song Luoyun regret his actions.

But she could no longer ask him for help; she had already done what she was supposed to do, and she had to clean up the mess herself.

She steeled herself, even if it meant facing the unknown, and said, "Brother Fu, I have a boyfriend now, so there's no need to say anything. I'm not in a relationship to rely on anyone. I'll figure out my own way."

“…Really?” Fu Huaizhi laughed. “Well done. Now I’m starting to wonder how you’ll handle this.”

His tone was somewhat intimate.

It's more like looking at a plant he raised with his own hands; he lets go, he observes it, yet he laughs at its overestimation of its abilities.

Song Luoyun dislikes being looked down upon.

She started living on her own at the age of 15, fighting her way up from a small county town to the capital. She has experienced countless moments of grievance and helplessness, but she has overcome them all on her own. She has a strong mental fortitude and is not incapable of handling these setbacks.

As if suddenly seeing things clearly through the belittling, she felt a surge of anger rising in her heart, and she secretly began to compete.

Fu Huaizhi did not take things to the next level with her.

The anger of being deceived was soothed by her humming, and seeing her tears, he couldn't bear to push her any further.

What if touching her makes her cry even more?

He couldn't stand seeing her cry.

After Fu Huaizhi left, Song Luoyun looked at the key left behind the door, took it off, and brought it inside.

I locked the door again, put on my completely dry undergarments, lay down, and closed my eyes tightly.

...

The rain stopped in the middle of the night.

Deprived of the sound of rain, Song Luoyun became more awake, staring at the quiet, dark space, unable to fall back asleep.

This place is a cage.

Even in the spacious bedroom, she couldn't feel any warmth; once she arrived, she couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried.

At dawn, the sky seemed to be split open, with light piercing through the clouds and emitting visible rays. A thin mist, brought by the downpour, floated among the manor's excellent greenery.

Song Luoyun opened her phone and texted Fu Zeming, asking if he was awake.

She didn't want to stay there too long, and if he didn't leave, she could go back by herself.

After waiting for more than ten minutes without receiving a reply from Fu Zeming, she packed her things, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The Fu family manor was so large that she wandered around for a long time before finally emerging from its magnificent interior. She didn't encounter anyone along the way, but she still felt a sense of guilt, like a thief caught in the act.

The main gate faced directly ahead. Song Luoyun walked alone, occasionally glancing to the side to see an elder kneeling before an artificial stone in prayer, with someone holding an umbrella for him behind him. The two figures were aloof and blended into the manor.

She hadn't seen them before and guessed they were people living in other areas. She figured this wasn't her business, so she stopped paying attention and headed out.

The security guard saw her and opened the door for her.

No one questioned her background, and she left the Fu family manor without any trouble.

The morning air carried a slight chill. Song Luoyun stood at the intersection and opened a ride-hailing app.

The road here is restricted to vehicles, so taxis can't get through. If she wants to take a taxi, she can only walk to the vicinity of the shopping district, so she might as well walk a few more minutes to the subway station.

Looking at the extravagant buildings, I tread the path back to the ordinary.

She took a deep breath. Indeed, everyone living here has a private car service, so they don't have to worry about taking taxis. Compared to convenient transportation, they value the comfort and mystique of their place of residence more.

Just as I started walking forward, the manor gate behind me opened.

Security guards on both sides came out to stand at the main gate, bowing to see them off, as the black van drove out and slowly moved forward.

But it stopped in front of Song Luoyun.

The car window rolled down, and Fu Huaizhi turned his head slightly to look at her: "Get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

"No need," Song Luoyun said.

The navigation in her hand was turned up high, and as she refused, the voice simultaneously announced: "3.5 kilometers to the destination, estimated walking time is one hour."

She turned off the sound.

Fu Huaizhi said again, "Get in the car."

The road was still flooded after the rain. With the driver's help, Song Luoyun stepped through the water and entered the car. There was a fresh scent of earth inside, which masked the stuffiness of the car itself.

The Fu family manor is in the city center, but Song Luoyun's place is in another area, a 30-minute drive away.

As they approached, Fu Huaizhi received a phone call. He immediately put it on speakerphone, and the conversation carried throughout the car.

"No, you're not here yet? Your record of never being late in all your years in the industry isn't going to be ruined on this day, is it?" It was Fu Yuxuan's teasing voice.

"Immediately," Fu Huaizhi said calmly.

"Okay, you hurry up, I'll find an excuse to stall them."

The call hadn't ended when they arrived at their destination.

He dropped Song Luoyun off downstairs at her apartment building.

Even though she had only given him a fake address, he didn't expose her and silently played along. Without saying a word or thanking her, Song Luoyun walked away.

Inside the car, Fu Huaizhi stared at her back, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Fu Yuxuan."

The person on the other end was taken aback: "What?"

"Isn't it immoral to covet your brother's girlfriend?" he said.

Fu Yuxuan paused.

His voice instantly turned impatient: "Fu Huaizhi, are you sick? I'm talking to you about business. What do you care about coveting something that's immoral? You don't even have it, so what are you afraid of!"

Fu Huaizhi thought it made sense.

He doesn't need to be a moral person.

“Okay,” he replied formally, “I shouldn’t be asking you these kinds of questions.”

Fu Yuxuan's mind went blank for a moment.

This kind of thing? Relationship problems?

He instantly exploded: "What do you mean? Do you think I'm unlucky or are you afraid I'll give you bad advice? I haven't been dumped by a woman yet! At least I'm better off than you doing this and that for other women behind their backs every day and not getting any appreciation. You better get over here right now, I'm not going to make excuses for you!"

He launched into a lengthy discourse.

But the other party didn't seem to listen at all.

He said something as if talking to himself: "You're right about one thing: you should be gentler with women."

"But I can't do it."

"……Grass!"

It's like punching cotton.

Fu Yuxuan was so angry that he hung up the phone.

I'm already annoyed about going to work in the morning, and now I have to listen to his rambling, erratic talk.

unlucky!

...

At noon, dark clouds gathered and it started raining again.

As Fu Huaizhi emerged from the exhibition hall, Uncle Ping waited with an umbrella over him, while a person in charge came out to see him off.

Once he got into the car, the person in charge closed the door for him, stood under the eaves and waved. He nodded in acknowledgment, remaining calm and composed throughout.

With his legs crossed, the sharpness in his eyes finally surfaced.

The car drove through the rain and mist and stopped in front of another office building.

Rainwater soaked his arms under the umbrella. Fu Huaizhi took the handkerchief handed to him by Uncle Ping and slowly wiped his arms. Bodyguards led the way, escorting him almost all the way to the elevator.

Fu Huaizhi suddenly pushed open the office door.

The people busy inside looked up, a look of surprise flashing across their faces, and hurriedly stood up.

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu."

The group looked at each other in surprise, never expecting that President Fu would personally come to their small studio.

What unsettled them most was the entourage he brought. He was accompanied by two assistants, carrying a stack of documents, and his expression was one of displeasure, as if he had come prepared, holding enough leverage to destroy them.

Xiao Zi pushed a picture over and said, "You should know this person."

The group looked over at the same time, their eyes flashing.

Xiao Zi continued, "The paparazzi who exposed Liu Yeshan's 'relationship,' known as 'Breaking News Hammer,' took pictures of Liu Yeshan and Ms. Song pushing each other on April 19th. They then distorted the facts and made a big fuss about them, claiming they were in a romantic relationship, which led to a lot of hurtful comments circulating online."

"What we found is that the 'whistleblower' attempted to demand hush money from your company on the day he took the pictures, but for various reasons, they couldn't reach an agreement."

The next document will be pushed over.

Before they came here, they had already sent people to find the person behind the "whistleblower hammer." He usually operates online in the form of a mask, and all his revelations are anonymous. But with the Fu family's capabilities, it is not difficult to find information about someone.

"'The whistleblower' had repeatedly filmed videos of Liu Yeshan in close contact with different girls, so he initially demanded 500,000 yuan. However, you thought he was asking for too much and tried to lower the price to 100,000 yuan. 'The whistleblower' disagreed and threatened to release the videos. In the end, the price was negotiated down to 200,000 yuan, and he took away several important videos."

These are all confessions made by the 'whistleblower' himself. People who hide in the shadows are often cowardly, thinking that the virtual world will be their shield. However, no matter how stubborn they are, they cannot withstand absolute power. With just a little pressure and a few pieces of evidence, they will spill out all the truth.

Xiao Zi turned the page again.

"Among the videos taken away were the wife of a company executive and a celebrity with some fame in the industry. Those who were left behind were all ordinary people because you believed that the voices of ordinary people could not make a splash and could not pose a threat to you."

"Unfortunately, Ms. Song was the one chosen by the 'whistleblower' to publish the information online. Within just 24 hours of the incident being exposed, you released countless press releases, all of which shifted the blame onto the woman, leaving her to be criticized for nothing."

The conference room was full of people, but no one could refute it.

Everything was going according to plan. The company was going to announce that he had already divorced, so that he could shift the blame from infidelity to a free love relationship. At most, he would only be accused of creating a persona to make money, without breaking the law. After a period of silence, he could reappear and continue to make money.

But they didn't expect Liu Yeshan to go crazy at this time, run to Song Luoyun, and even cause a scene at the police station, making the matter completely difficult to resolve.

"Yes, it's just a standard public relations tactic for the artist," the agent said. "We don't see anything wrong with it."

“I understand, that’s the matter we need to deal with.” Xiao Zi then took out the next document.

The agent took the book and began to read it, his face gradually turning pale.

The things mentioned above are actually related to the entire company.

Tax evasion, illicit funding, commercial bribery. There were even allegations of misconduct by other artists under the company.

She knew very well that if these documents were exposed, their entire company, along with everyone they had painstakingly trained, would be finished, like dominoes falling one after another.

The entire company is plunged into a strange state due to the appearance of an uninvited guest.

After seeing Fu Huaizhi off, the agent stood there blankly for a while before handing over the work to his subordinates.

Unable to bear the anxiety, she walked to the statue of the deity enshrined in the company, clasped her hands together, and prayed devoutly.

The Fu family is always a formidable force; having them hold leverage over you is like planting a time bomb within the company.

Fortunately, all this person went to great lengths to get them to clarify things for Miss Song.

They knew perfectly well that she was innocent—no one knew better than the person who wronged her that she was innocent.

But despite using every public relations tactic, they couldn't explain their relationship clearly because it was impossible to explain.

Under public scrutiny, anything said will be misinterpreted. And in order to protect the company's most valuable and profitable employee, they can only sacrifice this poor girl.

Now we have to clear her name, which is both easy and difficult.

All you need to do is shift the blame back to Liu Yeshan and label her as: Liu Yeshan pretended to be single to deceive young girls, while simultaneously acting drunk and harassing them.

That will put an end to this matter.

In any case, Liu Yeshan has lost her value now, and they must prevent the entire company from being ruined by one person.

The clarification video was released and quickly became a trending topic.

A new star has fallen, but one person's life has been saved.

...

Song Luoyun sat up in bed.

Upon seeing Eva's message: "Luo Yun, the matter has been investigated and cleared up. You are innocent. Return to work tomorrow."

The next second, information was pushed to various platforms: Liu Yeshan's studio released a statement.

When authoritative information emerged, many people spoke up for her and even demanded answers from those who had previously criticized her, making the previously chaotic online environment surprisingly harmonious.

Song Luoyun didn't need a fake apology, but she still breathed a sigh of relief when the dust settled.

She knew that Liu Yeshan's studio wouldn't do these things for no reason.

It can only mean that someone was pushing her from behind and helping her.

As for who that person is.

The first person that came to her mind was Fu Huaizhi.

But then I remembered what he said last night.

He probably wants her to get hurt in this kind of thing; it shouldn't be him.

Who else could it be?

In any case, this is excellent news.

Song Luoyun returned to the company, finally free from the need to wear a mask and avoid everyone's gossip. She cleaned the desk, which had been dusty for several days since she'd been there; the small green plant in front of the computer had withered, and several of the small items she had carefully chosen to place there had been knocked over.

She tidied everything up to look brand new, ignoring the stares of those around her, and focused on the tasks assigned to her.

She only goes to work to earn money; what others think of her doesn't matter.

It felt like she was back to her ordinary days, going to work every day, working overtime, and then lying down to rest when she got home. Occasionally, she would feel melancholy about the future, but her life had already been disrupted, so she could only try to adjust herself as quickly as possible.

Uncontrollable pressure is brought back into control.

Aside from her relationship with Fu Zeming.

Song Luoyun never considered them to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but Fu Zeming stubbornly thought so. He would use affectionate and ambiguous terms of endearment for her like a real lover, ask her out to dinner every now and then, and ask her to accompany him to various places.

Song Luoyun thought that she already felt very guilty for taking advantage of Fu Zeming once, and that there had to be a limit to these things. It was time to make things clear to him.

On Friday, Fu Zeming asked her to meet him that evening.

He said he had something very important to discuss with her.

Song Luoyun had rehearsed in her mind for a long time that she had to end this ambiguous relationship no matter what, regardless of whether he agreed or not.

When she got off work, Fu Zeming came to pick her up on time. He was driving a Porsche, which was unusual for him. Song Luoyun didn't know much about cars, but she knew their value. She had heard Fu Zeming say that his garage was full of luxury cars worth millions.

Even an ordinary rich kid can have endless money; it's unimaginable how vast the assets of those in power must be.

Fu Zeming took her to a high-end French restaurant in the city center. Before they arrived, he asked her what she wanted to eat, and she said any ordinary restaurant would do, but he still didn't go along with her wishes.

Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of a high-rise building, Song Luoyun tried her best to avoid looking out, but she still couldn't stop her hands from trembling slightly.

Once the food was served, Fu Zeming noticed something was wrong: "My bad, I completely forgot you're afraid of heights. Let's move to another table."

"No need," Song Luoyun refused. "Changing seats is inconvenient, and besides, what if I can manage after this meal?"

Fu Zeming didn't insist: "Actually, the fear of heights is psychological. As long as you haven't been traumatized, you can overcome it with regular and intentional training. It's just that you'll have to put in the effort."

Song Luoyun smiled but didn't say anything.

The waiter brought out the steak, and Fu Zeming enthusiastically explained how it was prepared and how precious it was. Song Luoyun couldn't listen; her mind was filled with the image of the rare, bloody steak, and she didn't dare to eat a single bite.

Fu Zeming noticed her low spirits and didn't continue the introduction.

In the silence, Song Luoyun took a breath, thinking that it was time.

But as if she had been discovered, the other person spoke up before she could: "Luo Yun, do you want to... study abroad?"

"What?" Song Luoyun raised her eyes.

“Didn’t you fail your postgraduate entrance exam? It’s okay if you can’t study for a master’s degree in China. You still have the opportunity to apply to schools abroad. I will be going to study in the UK in September, and we can go together,” Fu Zeming said earnestly.

Song Luoyun shook her head helplessly: "Studying abroad isn't something I can just do whenever I want."

"Why not? You're my girlfriend, and I'll take care of all the finances for you. You just need to prepare the materials and study for the IELTS exam, and you don't need to worry about anything else."

"..."

She opened her mouth and emphasized, "Zeming, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend, you don't need to do so much for me."

“But I’ve always considered you my girlfriend, and I’m very serious about it.” Fu Zeming’s tone suddenly rose.

“No, I said from the beginning that it was just for show,” Song Luoyun emphasized.

Fu Zeming said, "I regret it. I want to be your real lover. Luo Yun, you know I've always liked you. I would do anything for you, to clear things up for you, to help you continue your studies. I don't ask you to reciprocate my feelings immediately, but I just want you to stay by my side a little longer."

Song Luoyun fell silent.

My mind is filled with Fu Zeming's words: "I'll help you clarify things."

So the person who helped her was him?

Fu Zemin stared at her hesitant expression, thinking there was hope, and pressed his advantage: "I've said it before, as long as you're with me, nothing will be a problem anymore."

He understood Song Luoyun well; she was like a seed that had fallen into the wild and was growing strong and resilient, not easily broken. She would only become more determined after failing an exam and would persevere in taking the next one.

So he said, "Your parents don't want you to study, do you think they'll agree next year? As long as you're in the country, you'll always be under their control, but it's different if you go abroad. Their hands won't be able to reach overseas, so it's the safest way."

It was still a resource exchange, and Song Luoyun admitted that she was tempted.

But she felt bad for how good this person had been to her, and she couldn't possibly take advantage of him again.

Fu Zeming, however, always seemed to be able to guess what she was thinking.

He threw out another bait: "I don't mind if you use me, it's even a reward for me. Give me some time, a month, just a month. If you're still not interested in me after that time, then we'll end this relationship automatically, and I will never bother you again."

"..."

"I've been helping you apply to schools in the UK during this time. I promise you, even if you don't end up choosing me, I will take full responsibility for this. Don't worry."

Song Luoyun was lost in thought and ate her meal in silence.

They didn't discuss the matter further. Fu Zeming knew he needed to give her time to think, but he was still anxious, staring straight at her, hesitant to speak.

Once all the dishes were served, Song Luoyun made an excuse and went to pay the bill with her bag.

These kinds of restaurants don't have a dedicated counter for payment, so she walked around and found the manager. The manager, with a forced smile, casually called over a waiter to settle the bill.

She was already used to having to read people's faces in this kind of place, and she had to stand there like she was being punished, waiting for the waiter to finish his work before he would come to deal with her.

"Is this for the bill? Mr. Fu is a Black Gold member here, and the bill will be automatically deducted from his card."

Song Luoyun said, "Then there's no need to deduct his money; I'll pay it."

"But Mr. Fu instructed..."

"Don't listen to him. He treated us last time, but I'll come this time."

These are just nice-sounding excuses.

Her spending habits were not on the same level as Fu Zeming's. He had treated her to meals countless times, and she could never repay him. This time, she just wanted to repay him for taking care of her for so long.

She roughly calculated the price while eating.

It's about 6,000. She just received her salary and still has some money.

The waiter looked down to check, but when he looked up again, he said, "Madam, your bill has already been paid."

"He was here just now?" Song Luoyun frowned. Wasn't the charge only deducted after they left the store?

The other party said, "The information shows that it was paid by a Mr. Fu Huaizhi."

"..." Song Luoyun's expression darkened.

I couldn't help but look around warily.

How did he know she was here?

The waiter saw that she didn't say anything and quickly left.

Song Luoyun stood there for a while, then noticed a figure that looked like Fu Huaizhi. She wanted to follow him, but hesitated and then gave up.

Pretend you don't know.

That is the best way to handle it.

Turn around.

But he bumped into a chest.

The man's aura was unforgettable; her body reacted before her brain. She took a step back and saw the man's mocking face.

"Looking for me?" he said, having already taken in every reaction she made.

Looking at her, he asked again, "Why did you stop pursuing her?"

“Brother Fu.” Song Luoyun didn’t know how to face him.

It has been a week since they last met at the Fu family's house. He was so angry that night, but in the end he didn't do anything to her. She could no longer guess what he was thinking.

Getting back to the point, she asked him, "Did you pay for us?"

"yes."

He wore a black leather jacket today, with a black lining, which made him look more casual than usual. This suited the dim yet sophisticated and cozy atmosphere of the French restaurant perfectly. Even his smile was more reserved, which could easily give the illusion that he was easy to get along with.

Song Luoyun tried to dispel those outdated memories.

She asked, "Why?"

"It was nothing," he said.

She didn't believe it.

But they didn't expose it.

He then asked, "How did you know I was here?"

"What kind of answer do you want to hear?" Fu Huaizhi asked casually, one hand in his pocket, chatting with her.

"..."

He said, "I followed you here. I planted spies around you. No matter where you go or what you do, someone will report to me."

Song Luoyun's knees trembled slightly.

Fu Huaizhi chuckled softly, "You're quite trusting."

He stood in the shadows, letting the backlight outline his figure. His physique was always perfect; the oversized coat did not make him look thin, but rather strong, perfectly showcasing every inch of his body.

"I had something to do tonight, so I came over for dinner with some friends and happened to see you guys." He admitted, but you couldn't see the emotions in his eyes. "If I didn't know your relationship, just by looking at how you were interacting, I would have thought you were lying to me."

Song Luoyun never liked talking to him much. He was always the one in a superior position, as if he had a god's-eye view. He could control her with every word he said. She couldn't hide anything from him.

She chose not to respond to his probing: "Oh, thank you then. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

“Okay.” Fu Huaizhi was much more agreeable this time.

But his good mood lasted less than a second before he asked, "When are you going to treat me to dinner?"

"……What?"

“Aren’t you supposed to be very good at calculating everything? If someone invites you to dinner, you’ll reciprocate next time,” he said slowly. “Why don’t I follow the rules?”

"..."

Song Luoyun suspected that he hadn't lied to her earlier; he must have been monitoring her all along, and he had seen everything she said and did.

She tried to put it as politely as possible: "I didn't expect you to pay this time. If you're bothered by this, I can transfer the money for the meal to you."

"Fine, I won't let an intern treat me to a five-figure meal. I'm easy to talk to; I'll do anything as long as it's on your dime."

A slight smirk played on his lips, a hint of nonchalance in his expression: "Anyway, we'll always have a next time, won't we?"

"..."

Song Luoyun gave a vague reply and walked past him.

If you can't figure out someone's behavior, just stop trying and deal with it next time.

But she caught a glimpse of something unusual.

The pale pink color, hidden among the all-black outfit, seemed familiar to her, so she took another look and spotted a logo peeking out from a hidden pocket.

His eyes filled with embarrassment.

She glared at the man with resentment.

Fu Huaizhi's thoughts drifted, and he glanced down slightly.

Those were her personal belongings, which he has kept to this day. He accidentally discovered them wrapped inside his leather jacket this morning, so he neatly arranged them and put them in the inner pocket.

They had been hiding it well all day, but no one expected it to be revealed at this moment.

Fu Huaizhi never shied away from discussing the dark side of a man's nature.

He lives alone year-round, and he sometimes feels empty during the long nights.

He needs entertainment and won't just randomly find a woman as a tool for venting; he prefers to solve things himself.

It's like completing a task, lighting a cigarette afterward, and standing calmly in the wind—I've never found a moment of true satisfaction in these things.

Until a concrete image of a person appeared in his mind.

There were objects around him that carried her scent, held in his hands, enveloping his massive, restless body.

His chest heaved violently, and sweat dripped onto his bulging chest.

He leaned back, his face flushing red.

There was nothing clearly different, but he was moving faster than usual. It also made him want to stay in this moment, unwilling to break it.

At that moment, an impulse became almost impossible to suppress.

She wanted to bring that person back, pin her down, hold her, and let him possess her completely.

—Do her.

—Never stopping.

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Author's note: Fu Gui's madness is beyond question.

It's still a long, long chapter! I've updated two days' worth of content together, because I'll be adding clips the day after tomorrow.

The next chapter will be updated at midnight on the 22nd.