Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Song She Gave to Fu Hengzhi

Upon learning that Su Muci had left Su's Radio Station alone, Huo Zhan chased after her without saying a word.

He thought she had something urgent to attend to, until...

I saw her and Fu Hengzhi embracing on the roadside.

At the same moment that Hozan's pupils split open, all the gaps were covered by an endless darkness.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if he had exhausted all his self-control, and resisted the urge to get out of the car and run the man over on the spot.

Finally, he silently rolled up the car window, slammed on the gas, and sped away!

Just like that... he left?

Su Muci's panic from a moment ago suddenly froze. He didn't question her, didn't stop her, and didn't even give her a second glance.

Her arm, which had been pushing Fu Hengzhi away, fell limply to her side.

It felt like my heart had been stabbed hard by the car that sped away.

He truly didn't care; he could walk away so calmly after seeing her arguing with other men.

All that so-called gentleness and protection was, in fact, merely an obligation within the agreement...

"What are you looking at?"

Fu Hengzhi noticed her distraction and turned her face back with displeasure, annoyed, saying in a declarative tone, "I've gathered a few brothers to arrange a get-together. I'll take you to meet them and officially bring you into my circle. Can you be happier now?"

Get into his circle?

Su Muci gave a cold laugh.

There was a time when she longed to stand openly beside him and get to know his friends and family.

But back then, he always made excuses to refuse.

Later she learned the reason—his identity was fake, and in his eyes there was no need for her to meet his friends.

Now that she's given up on him, he's offered to take her into his so-called high society circle.

She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Hengzhi's self-righteous face, a long-suppressed hatred welling up in her eyes.

A strange smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

Ten minutes later, inside the upscale KTV room, the lights were dim and the air was filled with smoke.

When Fu Hengzhi walked in with Su Muci in his arms, the private room erupted in whistles and cheers.

"Isn't this Su Su, the new radio queen of Jiangcheng?"

"Miss Su is now a prominent figure, a sparrow turned into a phoenix, yet she's still at Young Master Fu's beck and call! Young Master Fu really knows how to handle things!"

His words were full of flippancy and sarcasm towards Su Muci.

Fu Hengzhi, however, enjoyed the feeling of being flattered. He put his arm around Su Muci's waist and said condescendingly, "Cici, everyone in my circle is like this. If you want to fit in, you'll gradually get used to it."

Upon hearing this, Su Muci replied calmly, "Did they joke like this with Zhou Mengying before?"

Fu Hengzhi's face stiffened. "Why are you bringing up Ying'er out of the blue? We've already broken up peacefully."

"Yeah?"

Su Muci lowered her eyes, her voice so soft that only she could hear it: "But we broke up a long time ago."

Someone handed over a brightly colored cocktail: "Here, Miss Su, try this. I heard you earn hundreds of millions in a single live stream. You must have drunk plenty of this kind of expensive wine, right?"

"It doesn't matter if you've never drunk it before. With Young Master Fu, you can drink all kinds of alcohol!"

Faced with the sarcastic and contemptuous remarks, Su Muci remained calm: "I don't drink, and I don't play games. I can only sing. Let me sing a song for everyone as a gift."

Upon hearing this, the young men all became interested:

"Oh, right! I almost forgot! Su Su's singing is absolutely amazing!"

"Female Anchor of the Year! She absolutely has to sing a song!"

"Let us also bask in Young Master Fu's glory and hear his heavenly voice!"

Fu Hengzhi smiled smugly. Su Muci was actively trying to integrate into his circle and make him look good.

He nodded: "Okay."

Su Muchi walked to the karaoke machine and quickly swiped her slender fingers across the screen.

Soon, a song was found.

As the intro began, she picked up the microphone, turned around, and her face still held that enigmatic smile. Her ethereal voice, accompanied by the music, began to play:

"The first question that will haunt you is: What kind of trash are you...?"

The moment he opened his mouth, the smiles on the faces of some people in the private room instantly froze.

Fu Hengzhi's brows furrowed slightly.

These lyrics... why do they sound so jarring?

Su Muci continued singing the song in her sweet voice:

"Garbage sorting is really important; if harmful organisms eat it, pigs will die..."

"What kind of trash are you..."

"What kind of trash are you..."

A lyric, played on repeat.

The atmosphere in the private room had completely changed; the jeers and whistles had long since disappeared, replaced by a deathly silence.

One of the young men asked, "Why do I feel like she's insulting us?"

"How does it feel? She's insulting us!"

When the song ended, Su Muci put down the microphone and, facing the crowd with their varied expressions, still maintained her calm and collected demeanor: "I've made a fool of myself."

After a brief silence, a few people couldn't help but mutter "fuck" under their breath.

Fu Hengzhi's face also darkened.

Even if he was slow to realize, Su Muci wasn't trying to make him look good at all; she was actually slapping him and all his friends in the face!

"Porcelain!"

He lowered his voice, his tone carrying a warning: "What song are you singing?"

Su Muci seemed oblivious to his dissatisfaction and softly asked, "Is it not good? Should I change it to another one?"

Fu Hengzhi assumed she was just being silly earlier, so this time he directly pointed her in the right direction: "Change to another song, sing a love song about the two of us."

Su Muci: "Let me look for it."

She tapped the song selection screen again and selected a song.

This time, the prelude became gentle and soothing, which gradually improved Fu Hengzhi's mood.

Her gentle singing voice filled the quiet private room:

"I haven't been to church since I don't remember when..."

(I haven't been to church in a long time)

“Things were going great stil they fell apart again…”

(I was doing pretty well before the breakup)

"So I listened to the preacher as he told me what to do..."

(So ​​I decided to listen to the pastor's advice and ask him what I should do.)

"He said you can't go hating others who have done wrong to you..."

(He said: You shouldn't hold a grudge against the person who hurt you...)

"So, news anchor SuSu can sing foreign songs?"

"This song is even better than the previous one! No wonder she's the top radio host, her voice is truly heavenly!"

Some of the young masters tried to flatter and fawn over Young Master Fu, but most of them were still immersed in the previous song, their faces turning pale and purple.

Fu Hengzhi watched with satisfaction as Su Muci held the microphone, sang to please him, and tried her best to integrate into his circle. He held his wine glass in one hand and leisurely took a sip of wine.

However, immediately afterwards:

There was a chilling quality to her voice:

"So I'm down on my knees, praying for you..."

(So ​​I knelt down and prayed for you.)

"I pray your brakes go out running down a hill..."

(I pray your brakes fail and you roll down the mountain)

"I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill..."

(I prayed the flowerpot would fall from the windowsill.)

"And knocks you in the head like I'd like to..."

(Just as I wished, it hit you on the head)