Chapter 51 09.19/It was a new chapter. He hooked her knees and pulled her...

Fan Tingnian had been standing in front of the elevator for a while. Ever since the girl entered Chu Song's house, his eyes had not left the entrance door.

When she was still living by the sea, she mentioned the names of several friends. One of them was mentioned most often. He had short hair, the same as the person who just entered her house.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor dimmed, and he raised his wrist to check the time in the darkness.

It was already past eight o'clock. She must have just come back from get off work with her friends after having dinner outside.

There was no obvious smell of alcohol on the girl just now. She had to go to work tomorrow, and eight o'clock was very early for an ordinary party to end, so it was probably not a large party with both men and women. She was just having a small gathering with this friend and then going home together.

So she probably hasn't seen any other men since she got off work until now.

Two minutes later, Fan Tingnian glanced sideways and saw the elevator next to him coming up from the first floor again. The numbers on the electronic screen kept jumping up. After a moment, he retracted his gaze and turned to walk towards the house where he lived.

He always walked very lightly. When he was almost at the door of his house, the elevator door opened with a "ding--" sound. He stopped and turned to look over.

The elevator door slammed, lighting up the voice-activated lights in the middle of the corridor, but the lights above his head were still dim where he was standing.

A slender figure walked out of the elevator. She was wearing a white sweater and holding a shopping bag from the supermarket downstairs in her right hand. The bag was filled with a lot of puffed foods.

The girl got out of the elevator and turned right, completely unaware of the man in the shadows.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on that place.

After a moment, Chu Song entered the password, pushed the door open with one hand, and walked into the room.

"Wen Yao." She called out as she pressed the doorknob.

Wen Yao stuck her head out of the kitchen, holding a glass of water in her right hand: "Here."

Chu Song placed the shopping bag on a chair next to the dining table, walked over quickly, and took a cup from the shelf above his head, placing it under the water dispenser to collect water. "I was scared to death."

Wen Yao looked confused: "What's wrong?"

Chu Song took a sip of water, suppressing the strange feeling in her heart. She frowned and shook her head: "Nothing, I just always feel that the place I live in recently is eerie."

The family of three who live diagonally across the street haven't been back recently, and the whole floor is deserted.

Chu Song pressed his solar plexus: "Forget it, it might be because of the suspense movie I watched last night. I felt a chill on my back when I just came back."

"Is there nothing wrong? Your neighborhood is very safe," Wen Yao comforted her. "Maybe you've been too busy lately and are tired."

Chu Song nodded and agreed with Wen Yao.

Wen Yao had an early shift the next morning, so she had to get up at six and be at work at seven.

Chu Song didn't need to get up so early. Her working hours started at nine in the morning. After Wen Yao left, she took another nap and dawdled until almost eight o'clock before getting up to wash and make breakfast.

I went out with the toasted bread and happened to meet the property manager of the community.

She was a sister in her forties, who had recently had her hair permed into big curls. She was wearing a black business suit and was talking to a few workers downstairs.

When Chu Song came out of the elevator, she had just finished explaining things to the workers. The two of them walked out of the unit together and headed towards the entrance of the community.

Chu Song casually asked, "What do those workers do? Is there anything in the community that needs repairs recently?"

"No," the manager smiled, then a look of worry returned to her face. "Didn't you sell the floor above? One of the faucets wasn't drained properly, and the buyer wasn't happy. We were the middleman, so we had to hire workers to adjust it again."

"Faucet??"

"Yes, they required that all items in the house be cleared out, and even the tiles in the kitchen and bathroom were pried off."

Chu Song remembered that the family across the street had made the same request when they bought a house, and her brows unconsciously frowned.

Seeing her dazed, the manager raised her hand and touched her arm: "What's wrong?"

“It’s okay,” Chu Song breathed softly, feeling a slight chill on his spine again. “…I just feel like there are a lot of people selling houses in this building lately.”

"That's right, especially on the floors you live on."

"Okay, let's go to work." Having already reached the gate of the community, her sister patted Chu Song's shoulder and pushed her towards the door. "You still have to eat breakfast in the morning. Don't just grab a piece of bread and go out. It's not nutritious."

"Yeah." Chu Song quickly stuffed the remaining half of the bread slice into his mouth and waved goodbye to her, "I'm leaving, sister."

"Let's go."

The art museum is not far from where she lives. She usually takes the subway, which takes a few stops and twenty minutes to get there.

She was going to meet the investor in the morning. On the way, the curator sent her the necessary materials. She looked at them for a while, but her attention was always wandering.

The houses opposite and upstairs have been sold. Anyone can feel that this is not a coincidence. Moreover, the buyers' demands are also outrageous, which seems very similar to Fan Tingnian's fussy personality.

But it was difficult for her to judge who the other person was based on this. There were so many rich people, and maybe they all had high demands just because they were rich.

Her heart tightened, and two minutes before getting off the bus, she took a deep breath to calm herself.

Fan Tingnian is still in Italy. Even if he really comes, he will probably find her first. He will not quietly and painstakingly buy all the houses around her.

And she was about to arrive at the office. The investor she was going to meet in the morning was very important. Ninety percent of the funds for this exhibition came from him, and this investor was interested in investing in the next two cultural and creative projects in their museum.

Chu Song organized his thoughts and decided to focus on his work first.

The journey was smooth today. She arrived at the museum five minutes early, punched in, and sat at her workstation. A group of people also arrived one after another.

A new sister was recently transferred to Group One. After she becomes familiar with the work, she may take over the position of team leader that she is temporarily holding. However, the position of deputy team leader will definitely be hers. After working for another two years, she may be promoted again.

Without Song Huinan, everyone in the group has been in a good mood recently. At ten o'clock in the morning, the sister who was about to take over the position of team leader even ordered milk tea for everyone.

She is Chu Song's direct senior, has just turned 30 this year, and has very strong personal abilities. She will take over a group of professional work such as art restoration.

Chu Song will still be responsible for the exhibition and the cultural and creative projects that may be taken on this time.

At half past ten, the curator came over and called out, "First Song."

Chu Song quickly stood up from his workstation and walked out the door.

After exiting the automatic glass door, she bowed slightly and said, "Director."

The curator nodded and said, "The investor has arrived. Come with me to the office."

"He just returned from abroad. He's Chinese and the boss of Wensheng."

Chu Song knew about this company. It had invested in and founded private art galleries not only in Beicheng but also in many other places in the country. However, its main office was not in the country. It seemed to be a subsidiary of a European group.

But apart from art, Chu Song didn't know much about business, so he didn't delve into the background of this company.

A few minutes later, I arrived at the lounge door.

The door opened and she followed the curator in.

"This is our team leader's deputy. She will be responsible for all exhibition work from now on. You can ask her any questions you have." The curator stepped aside and introduced Chu Song to the man sitting on the sofa. "Mr. Fan, our team leader is Chu Song."

When Chu Song heard the word "Fan", her heart skipped a beat uncontrollably. Her heart shrank and tightened, and the fingers hanging by her side trembled involuntarily. Then she looked up and saw someone not far away.

The man was wearing a black shirt and sitting on the sofa by the window. His legs were wrapped in suit pants, long and powerful. His right hand was resting on the armrest of the sofa. His deep green eyes were fixed on her accurately and steadily.

He stared at her for two seconds, his eyes full of undisguised oppression and aggression. He didn't even care about the other person standing in the room, and just looked at her straight in the eyes.

Finally, just when the curator beside him was confused and wanted to ask a question, he finally looked away, glanced at the curator lightly, and said in a deep voice: "I know."

Then he turned his gaze again and looked at Chu Song.

Chu Song was so nervous that sweat broke out on her forehead. From the moment she came in and saw Fan Tingnian until now, her heartbeat had never stabilized and her scalp was tingling. When people are extremely nervous, they have unconscious reactions, and she was backing away.

The curator was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had already introduced Chu Song before he came, so the other party said that.

This man was a man of few words and seemed difficult to deal with. From the time he arrived half an hour ago until now, whether he was showing him around the venue or introducing the work there, he hadn't shown any interest or shown any intention of responding to him.

However, the other party agreed to invest a lot of money, and no matter what requirements the museum made, he did not refuse, so he still respected this investor very much.

Chu Song heard the director say a few more words about the project, and then she received a phone call. The museum has been very busy recently, and the director asked her to come over because he was busy and couldn't leave, so he wanted her to connect directly with the investors.

"Okay, then you can talk to our team leader first. I have something else to deal with first."

Chu Song turned around and called the director. She said stubbornly, "Director, I think the projects in this exhibition are very important. There are some things I'm unsure about. Perhaps you could ask Team Leader Lin to come along..."

A man not far away interrupted her: "I don't like too many people around when I'm talking about things."

Chu Song had originally been in charge of the exhibition project. The director was surprised by her request, and after hearing what Fan Tingnian said, he naturally rejected her idea: "You should talk to Mr. Fan. She has her own things to do."

A few seconds later, the lounge door was closed.

Chu Song breathed lightly, feeling as if a thin thread in her brain was stretched taut. She heard the person behind her stand up and walk towards her.

She was panicked for a moment and subconsciously took a few steps forward to open the door and walk out. However, the man behind her was tall and had long legs, and he caught up with her in a few steps easily. At the moment she opened the door, he placed his palm on her ear and pushed the door closed.

Chu Song felt the man's breath coming from behind her, and she was squeezed between him and the door panel.

Fan Tingnian's left hand didn't touch her. It was pressed against the door, his arm brushing against her waist. His right hand gently grasped her neck from behind. He leaned over and gently rubbed his chin against her ear: "Wife, why did you dump me?"

Chu Song was completely trapped under him, and his voice trembled: "Fan Tingnian..."

"Hmm?" He seemed to be laughing. Chu Song had never heard his voice like that before. "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Fan..."

Fan Tingnian bent down, hooked her knees, picked her up, and walked towards the sofa behind him.

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