Chapter 23 Revenge "I expect you to belong entirely to me."...

Song Luoyun rushed to Fu Qiaoying's side. She was in a bar, her exquisite makeup ruined by tears, her hair disheveled, holding a wine glass in her hand, her head resting against a man's chest.

Upon seeing her, she sniffled and said in a tearful voice, "Damn, I got dumped."

Fu Qiaoying has dated so many men, but she's always the one dumping them. When have they ever had the right to treat her like that? Young ladies always have an innate arrogance, and this is the hardest thing for her to let go of.

Song Luoyun sat down and listened to her recount the whole story.

Fu Qiaoying's boyfriend, Blythe, is Norwegian. Living in another country after crossing the ocean already brings a sense of insecurity. He loves his girlfriend too much and has mentioned marriage and starting a family countless times, but Fu Qiaoying has never given a direct response.

Fu Qiaoying was just playing around with him; once he found out, it would be over between them. She thought she had hidden herself well enough, but unexpectedly, someone so oblivious went around gossiping about her to Blythe. The innocent man couldn't handle the shock and bought a plane ticket to return home that very night.

"Damn it, she's only after Blythe's youth, good looks, and great physique. She thinks that as long as we break up, she can take his place." Fu Qiaoying cursed angrily.

Song Luoyun couldn't utter a single word of comfort.

She's known for her promiscuity; if she truly wanted to be with Blythe, how could anyone else have the opportunity to take advantage of her?

But she couldn't be too direct with her friends, so she said, "So what do you think? There are so many men out there, you can just find another one."

“Blythe is different. He’s the best of all the men I’ve ever slept with.” Fu Qiaoying said this to the man in the bar, lying in his arms.

This caused the other person's expression to gradually become unnatural.

“But he doesn’t just want to develop this kind of relationship with you,” Song Luoyun said.

“Why not? His home is on the other side of the world. He has a job and a family. He won’t come with me. But the climate in Northern Europe is so bad. Do you expect me to marry him?” Fu Qiaoying said.

She is an extremely greedy person. She neither wants a future nor a breakup, and is so willful that she only wants to maintain the status quo.

Song Luoyun spoke up: "So what are you thinking? Win him back? And then what? You don't want to get married, so in the end you still have to break up."

“I can’t swallow this.” Fu Qiaoying clenched her fist. “The girl who ruined our relationship has disliked me since high school. I don’t know what tricks she used to get Blythe’s friend to help him change his plane ticket to next week. She will definitely try to sleep with him during this time, but how can I? Blythe is someone I trained myself.”

Fu Qiaoying wiped away her tears in the man's arms. The man hugged her and gently stroked her head. Fu Qiaoying rubbed against him again.

The woman's voice said, "Ever since I got together with Blythe, I've lost interest in other men. If I didn't have him, I'm sure I'd never find that kind of happiness again."

Song Luoyun pouted, watching the two people making intimate contact.

The woman's lithe body slid to Song Luoyun's side again: "That girl's birthday is next week, she'll definitely invite Blythe, and she'll try to seduce him in the same way I do. I can't even imagine what will happen between them that night."

Then he hugged her again, saying, "You have to help me, waaaah."

After holding it in for so long, this is the important part.

Song Luoyun asked, "How can I help?"

According to Fu Qiaoying, the person targeting her is Tang Yale, who is also from a wealthy family and is even more outgoing than her in private. Tang Yale got a job at Fu's through connections and has relationships with at least three male colleagues, but she is unable to enter the Fu's building to catch her red-handed.

Fu Qiaoying's goal was to let those men know Tang Yale's true colors, thereby stopping their pursuit of her and causing her to lose face.

Song Luoyun wasn't interested in these revenge schemes, but Fu Qiaoying hugged her and said with a wronged expression, "And you know what? She's already married, she has a family and she still does this kind of thing, shameless! So I just want her to be punished for going too far. If even you won't help me, then I'll have no one left to rely on."

She was no match for Fu Qiaoying's coquettishness.

She nodded and said she could help her take a look during her lunch break, but she wouldn't do anything immoral.

Fu Qiaoying chuckled and stood up, feeling dizzy. Song Luoyun noticed that her foundation had gotten on his plain-colored clothes.

As she left the bar, the man next to Fu Qiaoying offered to drive her home, but she immediately refused and got into a taxi.

It was already close to midnight, and Fu Huaizhi must have already returned home. It would be difficult for her to explain when she went back.

The upscale residential area was filled with a faint scent of incense. Song Luoyun stepped in, smelling of cigarettes, alcohol, and various perfumes mixed together, as if afraid of polluting the air with her breath.

She opened the door, but Fu Huaizhi wasn't in the living room. However, there was rice he had cooked left on the dining table. A chill ran down her spine; she knew he had been waiting for her for a long time.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the man, dressed in his pajamas, was leisurely watching TV with his legs crossed. He was clearly tired from waiting for her, as there was a hint of weariness in his eyes.

"Where did you go?" he asked.

Song Luoyun said, "Fu Qiaoying asked me to go find her, and I chatted with her for a while."

Fu Huaizhi chuckled: "Keep your distance from her. She's wild and doesn't want to lead you astray."

He gestured to the empty seat next to him, and Song Luoyun sat down on her own. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and buried his head in her neck to sniff her.

"It smells like men's cologne." His voice was calm, yet it always carried an air of authority.

Song Luoyun replied, "He is Fu Qiaoying's friend."

"Did you talk to him?"

"No."

"You made eye contact?"

"...No, not either."

He questioned her one by one, and Song Luoyun gave him satisfactory answers to each one. As a reward, he lightly kissed her cheek.

Song Luoyun felt numbness in the back of her neck.

She couldn't imagine what she would face if she agreed to let that man take her home that night.

Fu Huaizhi turned her face around, kissed her back to her lips, pried her apart, kissed her passionately, and then pinned her against the sofa, his movements becoming even more forceful.

Song Luoyun's breathing became erratic, her fingertips trembled, and she said weakly, "No, I'm on my period."

The man wasn't disappointed; he continued kissing her, this time on her ear, and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

He told her to place her hand on his lower abdomen, down, to touch a hard object.

She had difficulty multitasking; with her lips bitten, her hands couldn't move smoothly. Fu Huaizhi wasn't satisfied, so he touched her lips with his fingertip and said directly, "If you can't move your hands, use other places."

Startled, his eyes filled with confusion, and he sped up.

...

Fu Huaizhi leaned against the sofa, his shirt completely open at the chest, and he was panting heavily with his head tilted back.

Song Luoyun's ears turned completely red, and she took out a tissue to slowly wipe the wetness from her hands.

The man pulled her close, bit her ear, and said, "I look forward to the day when you belong to me completely."

Song Luoyun gently pushed him and ran into the bathroom.

Fu Huaizhi watched her figure, lowered his hand, and laughed heartily.

...

During lunch break, Song Luoyun swiped her card and went to the 12th floor.

Tang Yale's department is mainly responsible for one of Fu's fashion brands. As soon as she stepped into the office area, she bumped into two tall and strong men and instantly understood where Fu Qiaoying's sense of crisis came from.

Pretending to pass by, I peeked through the transparent glass and immediately spotted Tang Yale, wearing a tank top and a miniskirt, her hand on the desk, her buttocks sticking out as she spoke to the man opposite her, seemingly about work, but her eyes held a suggestive glint.

Song Luoyun quickly took out her phone to take a picture. She had never done anything like this before and was terrified of being discovered. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably. Finally, she looked around and thankfully there weren't many people in the company at this time.

Finally, he hid in the bathroom, locked the door, and sent a message to Fu Qiaoying.

Fu Qiaoying: [Tsk, the fourth one. Looks like I underestimated her.]

Song Luoyun: [There were only the two of them in the office, which is why she dared to do that.]

Fu Qiaoying: [Of course, remember his face and find an opportunity to ask him out.]

Song Luoyun: [I don't have that ability.]

Fu Qiaoying: [No need for all that trouble. Just tell him he has freelance work available. They love taking on freelance jobs in this line of work.]

Song Luoyun looked at the meticulously prepared explanation sent by Fu Qiaoying. It wasn't a difficult task, but it still put her in a bit of a bind.

Suddenly, she heard voices outside the door, a man and a woman, unfamiliar voices, but then she suddenly heard a familiar name: "Ya Le".

She pricked up her ears, watching as the person outside entered the cubicle next to her. The woman laughed excitedly, her soft voice drifting over.

Soon, he began to pant.

Song Luoyun covered her mouth to keep herself from making a sound, while the continuous humming around her indicated the intensity of the process.

"Honey, we won't be discovered here, will we?"

"Ah, no, um, they, they're not here."

The sound was like sharp needles piercing Song Luoyun's head as she looked down and sent a message to Fu Qiaoying.

Fu Qiaoying was even more excited than her: [Big news! Record it quickly! I want her husband to see her like this!]

A voice call suddenly popped up at the top.

Upon hearing the ringtone, Song Luoyun's hand trembled, and she quickly hung up the phone and turned off the sound.

The news came quickly.

Fu Huaizhi: [Not answering the phone?]

At the same time, the silence next door.

"Honey, is there a sound?"

"I didn't hear that. Don't overthink it, continue."

Before she could even catch her breath, Fu Huai called again.

This time, Song Luoyun didn't hang up. While listening to those embarrassing noises, she prayed that the call would end soon.

Fu Huaizhi did not call back.

The people next door finished in less than five minutes, left happily, and didn't notice anything amiss.

Song Luoyun sent the audio to Fu Qiaoying.

Attached text: [I'm doomed because I tried to get the recording for you.]

Fu Qiaoying: [I love you. If you have any questions in the future, just let me know. Mwah.]

Fu Qiaoying had no idea how desperate Song Luoyun felt when she saw those two missed call notifications.

Go straight up to the 25th floor. There were several people in the office, and some things in gift boxes were placed around. Fu Huaizhi was talking to someone. Song Luoyun didn't go in, so she sat outside and waited.

Fu Yuxuan walked out, raised an eyebrow at her, and said with amusement, "Did you offend him again?"

Song Luoyun didn't say anything, but then he smiled and reminded her, "Good luck, little sister."

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Author's note: Luo Yun: I'm really fed up. How come I always end up running into this kind of thing?