Chapter 111 Snowstorm [VIP]

Chapter Summary: "Fu Xianyin, who gave you the audacity to abandon me a second time?"

The car slowly came to a stop in front of the airport.

Looking at the drifting snow outside the window, Fu Xianyin suddenly realized that she had actually been to Beijing Airport several times since returning to China.

A large portion of them were received by Gu Linzhao.

Large flakes of white snow blew against the car windows, obscuring the view through the chaos. Fu Xianyin stared blankly at the blurry figures outside the window, slightly lost in thought.

The next time she comes here, it will probably be when she leaves.

I wonder if Gu Linzhao will come to see her off at that time?

Probably not.

She smiled inwardly.

This past month has really spoiled her rotten; she's even allowed such outrageous ideas to swagger into her head.

She looked away, leaned back in her chair, and stared unfocused at the front.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Heyu opened the door and got out of the car.

Immediately afterwards, the trunk opened, and the other door was also opened.

The man exuded the chill of winter, and the cold, harsh wind blew into Fu Xianyin's nostrils along with the airflow inside the car.

The cold air made her slightly choked, and Fu Xianyin involuntarily shrank back into the corner of the car door.

The car door slammed shut, and about six or seven seconds later, Fu Xianyin felt the cold air inside the car being blown away by the warm air.

The car started, and Fu Xianyin turned to face the window.

Gu Linzhao sat quietly on the other side of the car.

The two sat in their respective seats, without even reaching out or raising their arms.

It was getting darker and darker.

At this moment, Fu Xianyin felt somewhat relieved that the outside world was not shrouded in darkness.

Otherwise, from Gu Linzhao's angle, he should have been able to clearly see the tears welling up in her eyes through the reflection in the car window.

It's very strange, really very strange.

Why is it that even after all these years, she still can't help but cry when it's time to part ways?

Perhaps this is what others mean when they say that some people, once they enter your heart, will always have a place in it for the rest of their lives.

It may not be big, or it may not be so obvious.

But regardless of the passage of time or the changing of the years.

That position will always remain there, seemingly unmoved.

By the time the car arrived at the hotel where the celebration banquet was to be held, it was already completely dark.

As they approached, Fu Xianyin took out her lipstick and powder compact to touch up her makeup briefly before getting out of the car.

Lu Heyu went to park the car, and Gu Linzhao came down from the other side.

He reached out his hand to him.

When the large hand was placed in front of her eyes, Fu Xianyin's first reaction was to take it.

But she held back.

She simply watched as Gu Linzhao waved to her and said, "Come here, over here."

Hu Chengcheng had already sent the address of the celebration banquet to the group chat. Fu Xianyin glanced at it and had a general idea of ​​what it was.

The waiter led the way for the two of them. Gu Linzhao glanced at her and said leisurely, "Can't you find your way around at all?"

This was the first thing they had said in so many days.

It was like a tiny spark that landed on a dry grassland.

The sparks were so small they were almost invisible, but the genuine warmth they conveyed was crystal clear.

Fu Xianyin couldn't describe her current feelings.

I felt a mix of joy, relief, and perhaps even a sense of accomplishment, because I had found a reasonable excuse to start a conversation.

She kept her tone steady, trying to suppress her slight joy, and hummed softly, "Who says I don't know the way?"

Gu Linzhao chuckled softly, but said nothing.

The celebration banquet was held in a luxurious private room on the top floor of the hotel. From this grand scale, it was clear that Gu Linzhao was determined to let them relax.

After working overtime and being on edge for so long, it's finally over, and everyone's tense nerves have finally relaxed.

When I pushed the door open, almost everyone had already arrived.

Everyone found their seats and sat down, leaving two seats empty specifically for them.

They're still next to each other.

Fu Xianyin took off her coat, and Gu Linzhao helped her hang it up at the door. He led her to her seat and then helped her pull out a chair.

Seeing that the people in the room were more or less a little more reserved, Gu Linzhao chuckled softly and said, "We've been busy for so long, so please don't stand on ceremony at today's celebration banquet."

Hu Chengcheng was the first to respond.

She reacted quickly, holding her wine glass and smiling, "Since President Gu has said so, who would still be polite to him?"

Hu Chengcheng quickly livened up the atmosphere with just a few words.

Fu Xianyin followed suit and offered several toasts, refilling her glass with red wine one after another.

After adding an unknown amount, Gu Linzhao's voice suddenly came from beside him:

"I'd like to raise a glass to Teacher Fu."

He seemed not to see the glass beside her and specially brought her a new one. Seeing that everyone's eyes were sweeping over this side, Fu Xianyin did not say anything and took the new wine glass from Gu Linzhao's hand.

He looked at her, his eyes smiling, his eyebrows slightly raised, his thin lips stained with wine, glistening with a slight sheen.

Fu Xianyin inexplicably recalled the careful kiss they shared in front of the car on the mountaintop.

My consciousness began to drift away.

It wasn't until Gu Linzhao's voice woke her up.

He said, "I have to thank Professor Fu for taking the time to come to Xingfan Technology to provide technical support, despite the long journey."

Fu Xianyin felt her heart itch.

She nodded slightly and said softly, "Mr. Gu, you're too kind."

The words "Teacher Fu" were uttered lightly from Gu Linzhao's lips, yet each word resonated deeply in her heart.

They held hands and hugged.

We've kissed.

He kissed her fingers.

She kissed his Adam's apple.

Such an intimate distance, skin to skin, touching tightly.

They were all summed up by the single phrase "Teacher Fu".

If there had been no such intimacy, and if it had simply been about following up on projects, Fu Xianyin might not have had any particular reaction to the title "Teacher Fu".

But everything that should have happened and everything that shouldn't have happened has already happened.

It's like a separation between dream and reality, a quagmire between the world and the clouds.

A chorus of praise and gratitude, along with calls of "Teacher Fu," flooded into Fu Xianyin's ears.

She smiled, raised her hand and lightly touched her glass to Gu Linzhao's, and said:

"Thank you for your appreciation, Mr. Gu."

Then he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The purplish-red liquid stained her lips and flowed into her mouth. The moment it did, Fu Xianyin felt her somewhat dazed mind suddenly snap back to reality.

The glass that Gu Linzhao handed her did not contain red wine.

It was grape juice.

Perhaps the surprise on her face was too obvious for a moment, because when Fu Xianyin saw Gu Linzhao move closer to her, he blocked her way.

He lowered his voice, his tone tinged with helplessness: "At least put on an act, as if you're afraid people won't know you're getting special treatment?"

Fu Xianyin glanced around and saw that everyone's gaze had mostly shifted away.

She looked up, gave him a light but not harsh glare, and said, "It's not like I asked you to give me special treatment."

Gu Linzhao didn't argue with her, but chuckled softly.

He rested his arm on the back of the chair, his gaze sweeping across the table.

The dishes were all served, and several rounds of drinks had been consumed. Compared to the initial restraint and awkwardness, everyone was now somewhat more relaxed.

Some people even clamored to go swimming in the rooftop outdoor pool.

This idea was immediately rejected by those who still had some rationality:

"Going to an outdoor swimming pool in this freezing weather, won't you freeze to death?"

The man retorted, "Aren't swimming pools all heated? Don't you want to go?"

Fu Xianyin watched everyone laughing and joking around, then picked up her chopsticks and ate some rice cake strips from the stir-fried shrimp.

Gu Linzhao noticed their actions.

He asked, "Why aren't you eating shrimp?"

Fu Xianyin said, "Peeling shrimp is troublesome."

Gu Linzhao chuckled and said, "You'll be lazy to death sooner or later."

Despite saying that, he still picked up his chopsticks and took a shrimp.

It wasn't until a large, white shrimp landed on the plate that Fu Xianyin belatedly realized the deeper meaning behind her earlier words.

She opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then finally said, "I didn't...that's not what I meant."

Gu Linzhao was still peeling shrimp for her when he heard this, and raised an eyebrow: "You don't like shrimp, you only like rice cakes?"

Fu Xianyin: ...

An inexplicable sense of irritation overwhelmed her. She raised her hand, poured herself another glass of wine, and then drank it down in one gulp.

"I didn't mean for you to peel shrimp for me."

She heard herself say it.

"I can peel it myself if I want to eat it."

"Then I'd like to peel it for you?"

Gu Linzhao asked.

He tilted his head to the side, looking at her with a half-smile.

Fu Xianyin was somewhat stunned by those words.

What do you mean by "I want to peel it for you"?

She didn't say that it didn't need to be peeled, nor did she say that she would peel it herself if she wanted to eat it.

So what did he mean by that?

Perhaps because her expression was too obviously frozen, Gu Linzhao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Someone at the table wanted to toast Gu Linzhao.

As everyone turned to look at her, Fu Xianyin watched as he placed the peeled shrimp on her plate. Then, he slowly wiped his hands before picking up his wine glass and accepting the toast.

In that instant, Fu Xianyin felt everyone's eyes were fixed on her and the shrimp on her plate.

She even felt that she and the shrimp were the same species.

The chopsticks were still in his hand, their sharp points poking at the two shrimp lying on the plate.

Gu Linzhao finished his drink quickly. His gaze fell on Fu Xianyin's hesitant hand, and he asked, "You really don't want to eat?"

I should have said I didn't want to.

He offered her a way out, and she readily accepted it.

But I just can't bring myself to deny it.

So she ate it anyway.

The little incident didn't last long at the dinner table, perhaps because everyone had drunk too much and their attention was increasingly unable to focus on the same thing for long.

Fu Xianyin continued drinking cup after cup.

No one offered her a toast, so she poured herself a drink. She didn't down it in one gulp, but took small sips continuously, one glass after another.

Gu Linzhao apparently went out to answer a work call midway through.

Everyone in the private room had drunk quite a bit, and they were all swaying unsteadily. Perhaps because Hu Chengcheng had attended many similar dinner parties, she was able to keep a tight rein on everyone and make sure they were settled in.

She gave instructions and made arrangements one by one, and when it was Fu Xianyin's turn, her steps were slightly unsteady.

Fu Xianyin glanced down at it.

Hu Chengcheng was still wearing a pair of high heels, and her feet felt slightly unsteady on the thick carpet in the room.

Hu Chengcheng reeked of alcohol. She handed Fu Xianyin a room key and instructed, "If you've had too much to drink, don't go back tonight. Stay here for the night. President Gu has booked rooms for everyone, so just relax."

“It’s 30th floor, room 3011,” Hu Chengcheng said. “I’ll take you up first.”

She chuckled and said, "No need to trouble Manager Hu, I can do it myself."

Perhaps because she had been drinking, her usually aloof features appeared much gentler.

Hu Chengcheng made sure she hadn't drunk to the point of being unable to take care of herself before leaving.

Fu Xianyin gripped the room card and got on the elevator. When she saw the scrolling numbers and the words "66th floor terrace", she suddenly relaxed the elevator and instead pressed the 66 button.

The elevator slowly ascended.

Fu Xianyin leaned against the elevator car, watching the two heavy doors slowly open.

The terrace was spacious, with an endless expanse of snow covering the wooden floor.

Fu Xianyin asked the waiter for a drink, then leaned on the balcony railing, gazing blankly into the distance.

The terrace offers a great view; from over sixty stories high, Fu Xianyin can almost see the entire city of Beijing.

Fine snowflakes drifted down from the sky, while a rich and mellow wine sat nearby.

Standing on the ground of Beijing, where land is incredibly valuable, she enjoyed the best view of the entire city.

But she found it boring.

It is the emptiness of the heart that cannot be satisfied by these things.

In her eyes, there was no difference between the bustling city and the bustling metropolis.

Whether it's Beijing, New York, or Boston.

All around are towering buildings, endless streams of cars, and streetlights that seem to stay on all night long.

The rim of the wine glass was covered with a layer of fine snow, but Fu Xianyin seemed unaware and took a sip.

The cool snow melted into the mellow wine, flowing down her throat.

She lowered her eyes and turned to go back.

But then I saw a familiar figure.

It was just a silhouette.

At this distance, Fu Xianyin's face was completely obscured.

But she could see his figure clearly.

You can clearly see his tall and broad figure, and you can see a thin layer of white snow on the shoulders of his black coat.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

I don't know how long I've been watching her here.

The night was dull; as night fell, the sights of hundreds of cities were all much the same to her.

There's no difference between anyone.

But no, that's not true.

With her fingers gripping the cup handle tightly, Fu Xianyin watched the man stride toward her.

Her hands seemed to be trembling.

The cold wine overflowed the glass and landed on the back of her hand.

She was completely unaware.

Until a touch of warmth covered her cold hands.

Fu Xianyin heard him whisper in her ear: "Why don't you go back to sleep?"

She looked up at his face and asked in a drawn-out voice, "How did you know I was here?"

Gu Linzhao reached out and gently stroked her wind-blown hair.

He whispered, "I guessed."

She laughed, "You guessed right."

A large hand slowly moved down the side of his face.

Fu Xianyin felt her chin being lifted up.

Was it her own initiative, or was it the owner of the hand exerting force?

She didn't know, and couldn't tell the difference.

She simply raised her chin, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

It was a very gentle kiss.

Fu Xianyin didn't even feel that the wine in the glass had spilled.

He held her in his arms, his hand cupping her face.

Fu Xianyin felt as if she were floating lightly in his arms.

Their breaths mingled, carrying an indescribable love/desire.

She felt herself breathing slightly heavily.

She leaned on her shoulder and heard him say, "The terrace is cold."

The wine glass in her hand was taken away, and Fu Xianyin felt her hands being completely enveloped by him.

He laughed, "My hands are frozen stiff."

Fu Xianyin said, "But I don't want to go back."

She lifted her face, her eyes glistening with tears.

Her voice was very soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, as if she were pleading, or perhaps simply breathless from the kiss.

She said, "Gu Linzhao, I don't want to go back."

The snow fell in a flurry.

Fu Xianyin tiptoed closer.

She bit down almost devouringly, not stopping until she could taste a faint hint of blood between her lips and teeth.

She murmured, repeating only one sentence: "I don't want to go back."

"Gu Linzhao, I don't want to go back."

Suddenly, his body was suspended in mid-air.

Fu Xianyin felt herself being lifted up around the waist.

He led her to the terrace, where the warm hotel air enveloped her face.

She watched him press the elevator button, and the instant she stepped inside, she heard the man ask, "Which floor is the room on?"

Fu Xianyin buried her head in his chest and did not answer.

After a long silence, she finally spoke: "I don't want to go back."

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

But Gu Linzhao still heard it.

He moved his arm slightly, and the next second, Fu Xianyin felt the elevator descend.

The moment the heavy door opened, she heard Gu Linzhao say:

"Then stay."

That's strange.

He carried her away, but then told her to stay.

Fu Xianyin didn't know which floor this was, or even where she was.

She only felt Gu Linzhao lead her out of the elevator, then open a door to a room, and then put her down.

With a sudden thud, Fu Xianyin lost her balance.

She instinctively reached out to grab the person, but then a deep voice reached her ears.

"Stand firm."

He said.

With a hint of suppressed emotion in his voice, Gu Linzhao put her down at the door and then looked away.

The effects of the alcohol seemed to be at play.

But perhaps it wasn't the effects of alcohol.

It was the alcohol that finally made her unable to hide her true feelings.

Fu Xianyin looked at herself and reached out to grab him.

She was panting, looked up at him, and called out to him.

"Gu Linzhao".

She said, "I'm drunk."

She pulled him along, took two steps forward, then hooked her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and pecked his lips again and again.

The breath, carrying the scent of alcohol, brushed against Gu Linzhao's ear, warm and gentle.

He heard her whisper in his ear, "I'm drunk."

It's unclear who started it first.

A torrent of kisses rained down on her, and Fu Xianyin felt her whole body go limp.

Her legs seemed unable to bear any weight; she was practically hanging on him.

The snow is still falling outside the window.

Through the room's terrace, Fu Xianyin saw the snow being swept up by the wind.

The snow shaped the wind, and the wind carried the snow forward.

As she was looking at it, her earlobe was suddenly pinched lightly.

"concentrate."

He said in a low voice.

It was as if a blanket of snow had covered her, burying her completely, and her whole body seemed to be wrapped in snow.

Snow filled my nasal cavity and ear canals.

Fu Xianyin felt as if her breathing was out of control.

She is in pain.

But it doesn't seem to be snow.

It is neither cold nor sharp.

It was warm, even scalding hot.

Yet it still felt oppressive.

My waist was grabbed.

The heavy snow weighed down the branches.

Fu Xianyin felt as if her soul was being ripped away.

Half of her body was covered and imprisoned by snow, her soul felt as if it had been torn apart and pieced back together, stimulating her senses again and again.

Her other half, however, was enveloped in warmth and comfort; she felt as if she were floating on a cloud, the thick clouds carrying her upwards. It was warm, reassuring, and comforting.

Consciousness gradually faded.

In the very end, Fu Xianyin felt herself being gently placed in a soft place.

A soft sigh seemed to reach my ears.

However, it was fleeting.

It didn't even give her time to catch it.

Fu Xianyin woke up in a soft embrace.

However, as soon as he moved his arm, a strange, inexplicable soreness swept over him.

Accompanying the soreness is a torrent of fragmented memories.

The soft bed and thick quilt covered her, and Fu Xianyin lay stiffly on the bed, not daring to move.

After a long while, she cautiously turned her head.

On the other half of the pillow, a familiar person was sleeping.

He had his eyes closed, as if he were fast asleep.

Fu Xianyin couldn't help but reach out and touch his hair.

Seeing that the person was still unconscious, she boldly touched more of them.

Eyebrow bone, eyelashes, tip of nose.

Then to the lips.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Fu Xianyin bit her lip, desperately trying not to make a sound.

She wanted to deceive herself, that the tears were just a physiological product of her aches and pains.

But she still couldn't fool herself.

She was sobbing.

Tears streamed down her face onto the pillow. Afraid that her trembling hands might accidentally wake someone, Fu Xianyin withdrew her arms and curled up in the blankets.

It seems like she cried for a long time, but it also seems like she didn't.

After all, it's not like it used to be.

After calming herself down, Fu Xianyin wanted to turn around and take another look, but she was afraid that she would lose control and regret it.

She turned over, wanting to get up quietly.

However, the next second, her waist was gripped tightly.

Fu Xianyin thought she was still half asleep.

However, the warm touch on my waist was all too clear.

She opened her mouth, about to speak, but before she could utter a sound, her earlobe was lightly bitten.

It's just like last night.

He held her waist, nibbled on her earlobe, and whispered to coax her to concentrate.

Fu Xianyin's ear tip turned red.

She wanted to speak, but Gu Linzhao spoke first.

He whispered in her ear, his voice still hoarse, carrying the lingering passion and desire from the previous night.

He said:

"What, trying to run away again?"

"Fu Xianyin, who gave you the audacity to abandon me a second time?"

[Author's Note]

The long-awaited copywriting meme is finally here!

I stayed up all night yesterday and Jinjiang was down this morning... I couldn't log in at all, couldn't post anything, and couldn't even post a leave request, so I didn't update.

Today's chapter is a bit longer, which is enough to make up for yesterday's chapter!

The countdown to the end has begun! It really is almost here! I expect to finish writing it within the next two weeks, and then I'll think about what to write for the side stories.

To everyone who loves reading my little stories!!