Chapter Fifty-Four: Zhou Mengying's True Colors Exposed

Su Muci was sorting out the clothes she had moved from the apartment at that moment.

Upon seeing this text message on my phone, my mind went blank for two seconds.

Does Huo Zhan have other women outside of his marriage?

She shouldn't care, since it was just an agreement, but for some reason, her heart still clenched.

Another message popped up on my phone: "Are you guys staying at the Huo family home tonight? My brother hasn't bought a house yet, you can't possibly be staying in the staff apartment on your wedding night, can you?"

Su Muci suppressed her mixed emotions and replied to her best friend:

Junjun, your brother bought a villa, and we're living in it.

What? My brother has money to buy a villa? Where? How come I didn't know?!

Just as Su Muci was about to reply to the message, a phone call suddenly came in...

Looking at Lai Xian, she frowned and answered the call.

Fu Hengzhi's impatient voice came through the receiver, as he waited in the restaurant: "I'll wait five more minutes for you. Get over here right now!"

"Fu Hengzhi, there is no need for us to meet again."

"Ha, what are you pretending for? You went to great lengths to win the radio anchor championship just to prove to me that you're better than Ying'er, hoping to win me back?"

"To win you back?"

Su Muci couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh: "Fu Hengzhi, the thing I regret most in my life is believing you three years ago. You're not just an actor, you're a demon. When you sent four men to humiliate me, I just wished you were dead!"

Fu Hengzhi scoffed coldly: "Su Muci, don't you like men touching you the most? Wasn't I doing that for your own good? Others may not know, but I know you're sick!"

"You're like a horny vixen during those few days every month. Judging by the dates, your condition is about to flare up, isn't it? Planning to find a man to cure your hornyness? Hmm?"

Su Muci's breathing suddenly became rapid, Fu Hengzhi's malicious mockery in her ears became blurred, and a flash of blood red suddenly appeared before her eyes.

She saw again the scene of Xiao Qi, who had once been her companion, being skinned alive by Zhou Mengying, her skin stained with blood.

Xiao Qi's screams and Zhou Mengying's arrogant and cruel laughter were assaulting her eardrums.

"Sister, didn't you love hugging this thing the most? I'll peel off its skin now, so you can hug it, keep hugging it! Hahaha!"

A chill and fear surged up.

Since then, Su Muci has suffered from an embarrassing illness. When the illness flares up, the feeling of almost losing her rationality is terrifying to her.

She clearly remembered how humbly she had crawled into Fu Hengzhi's bed in the dead of night, begging him to hug her with a sob in her voice.

Even a light touch could temporarily pull her back from the brink of collapse.

And now, the person she considers her closest and most trusted knows exactly where it hurts the most when he stabs her!

When Fu Hengzhi took the knife and precisely stabbed her in her most vulnerable spot, pain and humiliation erupted like a volcano, overwhelming all her composure.

"Fu Hengzhi!"

She screamed uncontrollably into the phone, her voice trembling with physical pain, "I hate you! You'll die a horrible death! You'll get your comeuppance!"

Shouting those words almost exhausted all her strength.

He abruptly slammed the phone down, his body sliding down the cold wall to the floor, the longing surging from the depths of his being growing ever fiercer.

Skin, like parched earth, yearns for touch and embrace.

She buried her face in her knees, trying to ward off the terrible symptoms by hugging herself, but she still trembled slightly uncontrollably.

In the hazy light, a tall and slender figure walked towards her against the light.

It's him!

The familiar, chilling aura wafted over, possessing a fatal attraction for her as she was currently suffering from an attack.

"Hold me...please...Huo Zhan..."

Her voice was filled with an uncontrollable pleading.

However, the next second, Huo Junjun's message was like a bucket of cold water poured on him: [My brother didn't go to work just now, he lied to you. I saw him with another woman...]

In an instant, all the illusions vanished, and the tall figure disappeared as well.

All that was left for her was endless coldness.

She crouched on the ground, trembling, hugging her arms, tears welling up in her eyes.

"There is no heart in this world that belongs to me."

"He also has a woman he likes... Don't touch her... You mustn't touch her..."

...

Fu Hengzhi sat in the private room of the upscale restaurant, staring at the darkened screen, his face grim as he thought of Su Muci's last words.

Does she hate him?

How could she possibly hate him? It's simply love turning into hate!

He remembered Su Muci from before; she was always sweet and gentle in his presence. Several times when she had an attack, he almost lost control of himself.

He used to force himself to hate Zhou Mengying because of her.

But today, seeing her shine so brightly at the annual competition and hearing her beautiful singing voice, he suddenly felt that having something happen between them was no longer an unacceptable thing.

Just as I was pondering this, my brother called:

"Young Master Fu, the Zhou family has gone bankrupt. The Zhou Group has been acquired by the Kyoto Huo Group! Miss Zhou called her friends to drown her sorrows at the Red Beauty Bar. You and Miss Zhou have had a relationship for so many years. Now that she's down on her luck, do you want to go see her?"

Is Ying'er drowning her sorrows at a bar?

Fu Hengzhi's eyes changed instantly: "Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Hengzhi looked at his phone's screen saver—it was a sketch.

The girl in the painting is sitting on the grass, her long hair flowing, holding a small white dog in her arms.

He commissioned someone to paint this; he loved her past purity, kindness, and otherworldly beauty.

But he just couldn't find that beauty in Zhou Mengying anymore.

Regardless, he couldn't bear to see the woman he once loved most fall into such a state.

Fu Hengzhi drove straight to the Red Beauty Bar.

Half an hour later, when I arrived at the bar's private room, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw the women inside celebrating wildly.

Where is there even a trace of destitution?

Suddenly, someone asked, "Miss Zhou, are you getting married in Kyoto next month? And your fiancé is Huo Zhan, the business tycoon of Kyoto? Is it true?"

Slightly tipsy, Zhou Mengying said smugly, "He invited me to Kyoto next month to attend the Huo family's anniversary celebration. The invitation is gold-rimmed and one of a kind!"

"He even had his top assistant send over the engagement gifts well in advance—the Pris Legend Pink Diamond, worth hundreds of millions! Don't you think it's true?"

The others were shocked and envious upon hearing this: "So this time, the Huo family's acquisition of your Zhou family isn't to suppress the Zhou family, but to use it as an opportunity to let you develop in the capital! Did he reveal how many Huo family shares he will give you?"

Zhou Mengying smiled and said, "Let's talk about it when we meet. At the very least, you should give me another share that's worth as much as the Zhou Group!"

"So, what about you and Young Master Fu, the heir of Jiangcheng? Have you really broken up?"

"What's so great about the young master of Jiangcheng? Huo Zhan gave me a pink diamond worth hundreds of millions, could he even do that? As for Fu Hengzhi, I wouldn't even look at him if he were to become my lapdog!"

Before he could finish speaking, "Bang!"

The door to the private room was kicked open from the outside.