Chapter 16 Joke: "I fell asleep."

Song Luoyun sat at her workstation, working all day, before finally receiving a message from Fu Qiaoying.

She sent a picture first, but Song Luoyun only glanced at it and swiped away. She didn't dare to open the full-size image until she was in a secluded corner.

Her body was covered in hickeys from her neck to her shoulders; just looking at the picture made one blush.

I'm asleep.

Damn, that was so good, I only just woke up.

It's not as exaggerated as they say. I gestured, it's about 22, but that's enough.

[It would hurt terribly if it were too long; I can't even stand this much.]

[And you know what? Four times! Four times! Damn, are Scandinavian men really that intense? We practically didn't sleep until dawn.]

[When I woke up, he was able to do it again! I was so scared that I immediately begged for mercy; my back couldn't take it anymore.]

Song Luoyun sometimes really couldn't stand her outgoing personality.

She replied: 【Are you still together?】

Fu Qiaoying replied after a while: [Yeah, he had nowhere to stay, so I let him sleep at my place. You know, after he lost his virginity, he became incredibly clingy. Whatever I do, he follows me everywhere; I can't get rid of him.]

Song Luoyun: [It's obvious he likes you a lot.]

Fu Qiaoying: [Don't they know who I am? Any man would be completely captivated by my charm.]

Looking at the screen, Song Luoyun smiled enviously.

She often wondered if she had received the same education as her, and had her confidence and pampering, could she have become a different person?

As I packed my things to leave work and walked into the elevator, Fu Qiaoying's next message popped up:

[And you know what, he's incredibly innocent. How innocent? Last night he was hugging me and saying "baby I love you," and this morning he said he wanted to marry me. Seriously? Who thinks about marriage after just one night of sleeping together?]

"..."

Song Luoyun replied: 【Indeed, it doesn't make sense.】

After getting off the elevator, she walked to the subway station, typed a long message, hesitated for a long time, and then sent it.

【I have a question for you. A guy really likes one of my friends, but she doesn't like him. However, she feels he's been kind to her and agreed to be his girlfriend for a month. At the same time, another guy is also harassing her, trying to do inappropriate things with her when they meet. Now my friend feels incredibly guilty towards the guy who likes her, but she can't get rid of the other guy. What should she do?】

Fu Qiaoying replied very seriously: 【Call the police.】

Song Luoyun: [There's no way to call the police. That person is rich and powerful, and besides, he didn't cause any substantial harm, so there's no way to convict him.]

Fu Qiaoying: [No substantial harm? Then how exactly did they harass you? Was it stalking? Or intimidation?]

Song Luoyun: [It's not like that, it's just that whenever we meet, I always want to kiss her, even though she doesn't agree.]

Fu Qiaoying: [Oh, so he loves her very much.]

"..."

Song Luoyun: [How did you figure that out?]

Fu Qiaoying: [If you don't love her, why kiss her? Biting yourself would be more satisfying than kissing and biting a piece of wood.]

"..."

Fu Qiaoying: [If it were me, I would choose to have both. You can never have too many men; it's always better to try different kinds than just one.]

[But if your friend has a similar personality to you, then I suggest she choose one of the two. If her boyfriend is rich, handsome, and good at everything, then choose him. If the clingy guy is better than her boyfriend, then even a fool would know which to choose.]

Song Luoyun: [She doesn't like either of them, but the key point is that she can't get rid of the person who's bothering her.]

Fu Qiaoying: [Why do you insist on getting rid of a handsome, rich, and love-obsessed guy who's chasing after you? Are you stupid to turn down such easy money?]

That makes sense.

But that doesn't make sense either.

Song Luoyun put down her phone, put her hands in her pockets, and walked slowly, remembering what Fu Qiaoying had once told her.

"You're an adult now, how can you still believe in fairytale love? In any relationship, there's always something you need from the other person, whether it's money or the person themselves. Don't feel bad for them; maybe they want more than you do."

...

For several days in a row, Song Luoyun did not meet with Fu Zeming again. They usually contacted each other only through text messages, and the content of their conversations was always about business.

Fu Zeming helped her register for the IELTS exam and submitted application materials for several schools. He paid for all the expenses, which totaled more than 10,000 yuan, but for him it was just the cost of a meal.

She didn't keep track of the expenses, and even thought that if things could continue like this, she could accept Fu Zeming's financial assistance without hesitation.

As for other things, she had already put them out of her mind.

A week passed peacefully. Then one day, Song Luoyun bought some street food after work and went home, only to see that Maybach again.

It was too late when she realized what was happening. She stopped in her tracks, and the man was standing five meters away, quietly watching her.

On a hot summer day, he wore a white shirt, the hem neatly tucked into his trousers. The thick night made him appear exceptionally tall as he leaned against the car.

"Just got off work?" he asked, lighting a cigarette from a distance.

Song Luoyun said, "Mm."

"Today is the seventh day," he said in a low voice, reminding her, "I thought you would give me an answer sooner."

He moved slightly, and Song Luoyun subconsciously took a step back. The movement was very small, but he saw it.

"I won't make things difficult for you today," he said, slowly walking around to the other side of the car. "Come on, treat me to dinner."

She grabbed the plastic bag, walked over, and Fu Huaizhi opened the door for her. She got into the car, and he closed the door behind her.

"What do you want to eat?" He returned to the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and looked back at the person next to him.

Song Luoyun then remembered and quickly pulled the strap on the back side.

“You decide,” she said.

"You're going to treat me to dinner, so you say so."

She couldn't afford an expensive one, but she didn't dare hire a cheap one either, afraid that if she didn't serve him well and made him unhappy, he might drag her into doing something else.

The only slightly more upscale options were the few hotels Fu Zeming had taken her to, but naturally she wouldn't take him to the places they had been.

“Any place you usually go is fine,” Fu Huaizhi said.

Song Luoyun: "What kind of food would you like? Western food? Chinese food?"

“What you like to eat,” he repeated.

This time, his tone was noticeably less patient than before, so Song Luoyun didn't dare to ask again. She simply said, "Then let's go to the school gate. There's a place that serves boiled pork slices. Can you eat there?"

"OK."

This person was unusually easy to talk to today, his mood fluctuating between good and bad, making Song Luoyun wonder if he had a split personality.

The store was full of students on a weekend evening, so Song Luoyun found a seat in the corner.

She took the menu and handed it to Fu Huaizhi, but he pushed it back and told her to order.

Order a large portion of boiled sliced ​​pork, four side dishes, and three snacks.

That should be enough of a show of respect.

Submit the menu, then fall silent again.

Fu Huaizhi didn't speak, he just looked at her. She couldn't look up, so she could only drink water and watch the passing waiters.

Fortunately, he couldn't stand the long silence any longer and asked, "When is the graduation ceremony?"

"next month."

Fu Huaizhi waited for her to tell him the specific date.

She admitted defeat: "Number 20."

What are your plans after graduation?

"I can't do much, I just work to earn money."

"Continue with your current job?"

"Um."

What about September?

Song Luoyun didn't dare tell the truth: "Continue working."

"Then?"

"Preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam at the end of the year."

"So you're planning to continue your studies." Fu Huaizhi chuckled softly, as if there was a hidden meaning in his words. "I thought you had lost interest in the mastermind behind that incident."

"..."

Song Luoyun suppressed her intense curiosity.

Calmly tell yourself, "It's all in the past, and I don't want to waste too much energy on it."

“You’re quite open-minded,” Fu Huaizhi said. “But what if they try to wipe them out completely? What will you do then?”

"We'll see when the time comes," she said, her head bowed.

The waiter came to serve the dishes, but Song Luoyun just watched without taking any action.

After a while, the person opposite started eating first, taking a small bowl, scooping some soup, and then picking out meat and vegetables.

Finally, it was pushed in front of her.

"..."

Song Luoyun dared not eat it.

She kept her head down, watching as the hand took away her empty bowl, picked up another bowl of meat slices, and put it into her mouth.

She then tentatively started eating.

There was no further communication throughout the entire process. Except for the first bowl, Fu Huaizhi did not serve her any food. Sometimes when she scooped meat and bumped into him, he would give it to her.

like.

This person is fairly normal when he's in a good mood.

After finishing their meal, the two walked towards the parking lot without exchanging a word. Even after getting into the car, Song Luoyun was still worried that he might take her to an unfamiliar place, but the car stopped right downstairs at her house, which was strangely convenient.

"Thank you," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt and grasping the door handle.

But she found it wouldn't open. She looked at the man, her eyes revealing helplessness.

"Are you free next Saturday?" Fu Huaizhi didn't plan to open the door yet, and turned his head to look at her.

“No.” Song Luoyun replied without hesitation, “I have to work on Saturday.”

"night."

"I have to work overtime every day."

"Then please take leave."

“I don’t have any holidays, Brother Fu,” Song Luoyun said. “Interns only get four days off a month. Taking leave will affect my performance review for becoming a full-time employee. I want to become a full-time employee next month, so I can’t have any holidays.”

"..."

Fu Huaizhi didn't make things difficult for her: "Okay."

With a light press of her knuckles, the car door opened, and Song Luoyun quickly got out. After maintaining a safe distance, she politely said, "I'm leaving. Goodbye."

Worried about being watched, she didn't turn on the lights after entering the room. She went to the balcony and quietly looked down. The car had already driven away.

I breathed a sigh of relief and went to turn on the light.

Fu Huaizhi was indeed acting strangely. Last time, he was so insistent on making her his woman, but this time he didn't say a word, as if he was just letting her go.

Thinking back on our interaction tonight, he was actually quite a gentleman, with gentle manners in every action, and it was very comfortable to be around him.

Song Luoyun shook her head, dismissing those thoughts.

Perhaps the next time I meet him, he won't look the same.

...

Song Luoyun flipped through her work schedule and then remembered that the day Fu Huaizhi asked her out actually happened to be his day off.

But it doesn't matter; it's always better to refuse him than to remain in a stalemate.

Soon, Fu Zeming also planned to book an appointment with her for that day.

He enrolled her in an online course so she could listen to it when she had free time.

At the same time, tell her: "My dad and grandpa want to see you. Come with me on Saturday."

Song Luoyun: [Haven't we already met? Besides, we don't need me to put on a show for our relationship in front of them.]

Fu Zeming: [I told them I wanted you to come with me to study in England, and they agreed, but I definitely need to bring you there to tell them in person.]

This means that she can only completely end her relationship with Fu Zeming once this matter is confirmed.

I could only agree and do as he said, dressing myself up a bit and wearing something more elegant.

But it wasn't until she was in the car on her way to her destination that Song Luoyun realized this wasn't the private banquet she had imagined, but a family dinner—a family dinner for the entire Fu family.

...

The Fu family holds an annual family banquet, which is held concurrently with the patriarch's birthday celebration and is considered the most important event in the Fu family. At that time, all members of the Fu family bloodline will be present, and the patriarch will assess the qualifications of each person.

Fu Qiaoying once described such occasions as: "It was like a denunciation meeting. People like Fu Huaizhi would be used as a model and praised in various ways, while people like us would be scolded from head to toe."

Fu Qiaoying hated this day the most. She had thought about going on vacation abroad with her dog, but months ago they had been stripped of their right to take off for these two days. Even people who had settled abroad had to fly back.

With long faces, the family packed up, ready to be scolded.

The banquet was held in the main hall of the Fu Family Manor, with a 20-meter-long table in the center, lit by numerous wall lamps, and accompanied by a band playing music. Guests were dressed in their finest attire.

As Fu Huaizhi entered, he was tripped up by two children playing around. The aunt hurriedly came over and took them away. He didn't linger and approached the head of the family.

"It's been a long time. Fu Qiaosheng's children have all grown up so much." Fu Huaihe stared at the children who had been pulled outside but were still chasing and playing carefree. As people get older, they always cherish their grandchildren, even though he did not acknowledge the origins of those children.

Fu Huaizhi sat beside him, listening to his meaningful words: "Fu Qiaosheng is slightly younger than you, but he is already the father of three children. I once thought that you would be the first person to let me hold my great-grandson."

"At my age, I should have chosen one of you long ago and stepped down. If you had stayed in your place and helped the Fu family prosper, I would have rightfully passed the position to you. But you have been slow to act, which makes it difficult for me to make a decision," the elder said.

Fu Huaizhi smiled calmly and said, "The Fu family has no shortage of bloodlines. Even if they are not my own flesh and blood, I will definitely treat them well."

"You've always been the person I trust the most." Fu Huaihe sat upright, looking at those who were left in the corner because they weren't welcome. "You're ambitious, but you also have a sense of propriety. You've never made a mistake in anything I entrusted to you. It's just that as you've gotten older, you're not as thorough as you used to be. Why did you break your promise to bring the girl you liked to see me last time?"

“She was too busy with work and didn’t find a suitable opportunity,” Fu Huaizhi said.

Fu Huaihe smiled and said, "Then it seems I mistook you for someone else."

Fu Huaizhi's gaze was steady as it swept over a certain point at the entrance, his expression freezing briefly.

The polite warmth in his eyes faded, his jawline tightened subtly, and his smile vanished.

Fu Huaihe moved the muscles around his mouth, and a deeper smile appeared in his dark eyes.

That statement was particularly jarring:

"I thought you couldn't even get the girl you liked, and your younger brother stole her from you."

"That's become a joke."

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Author's note: Fu Gui is someone you can't provoke; he says he can't get the person he likes.

You'll get it in the next chapter.

Tomorrow, watch as someone snatches food from a tiger's mouth, openly stealing someone's partner!

There are red envelopes~

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