Chapter 117 Missed Calls

The sunlight scorched the white walls of the seaside villa, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, swept across the beach, but it couldn't dispel the shadow emanating from the figure downstairs.

The man was tall with a straight back and shoulders, and the corners of his dark gray long coat were being lifted by the wind.

Her hair was slightly disheveled by the sea breeze, with a few strands hanging down her forehead, obscuring the gloom in her eyes.

His gaze never left the tightly closed French window on the second floor. The heavy curtains were drawn shut, and that deliberately drawn boundary completely separated the sunlight from the interior.

Seeing that it was so tightly drawn, the man's dark pupils could not reflect any light from the sky, only the shadow of that blackout curtain.

On the sand at his feet, a tiny sand crab, no bigger than a fingernail, was crawling sideways, rustling and scratching at the sand, oblivious to its own danger as it moved closer to his shiny black leather shoes.

The man glanced down, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath his eyes.

He lifted the tip of his shoe very lightly, his movements as slow as if he were examining something, but in the next second, he brought it down without hesitation.

With a soft "crack," the sand crab curled into a clump of mud and was crushed to pieces by the man's foot.

He withdrew his foot, no longer looking at the window, turned around and strode along the beach. The sea breeze quickly smoothed out his footprints, as if the figure standing outside the villa had never existed.

The steam in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, lingering in the air with the cool scent of shower gel.

Fu Jingchen knelt down, holding a towel as soft as a cloud.

He gently wiped the water droplets between her slender legs.

His fingertips were calloused, yet he was exceptionally careful as he brushed against my skin. The warm touch, mixed with lingering moisture, made the air thick with a sticky, ambiguous atmosphere.

Occasionally, when a man is just lightly touching a woman, he will use his rough fingertips to roughly knead her skin.

"How could Xiaoyi's condition worsen with each wipe..."

Those delicate, adorable, and slightly swollen little pistils looked even more pitiful.

Only when the girl turned red with anger and was about to kick him would the man stop his teasing questions and stop as if extremely reluctant.

After leaving the bathroom, Ruan Yi's gaze inadvertently swept across the bedside table, only to find that her phone was lit up, with a missed call icon displayed on the screen.

She paused for a moment, reached for her phone, and turned it on. There were more than one missed call, and she didn't know when the phone had been put on silent.

The scene from just now flashed through her mind: when Fu Jingchen carried her in, he seemed to have casually taken her phone and put it aside.

"You even silenced my phone?"

She asked softly, her tone slightly amused.

The man had just finished wiping her ankles when he heard her voice. He looked up at her, his eyes still filled with lingering tenderness, yet he didn't deny it.

"Yeah, when I'm with Xiaoyi, there are always a lot of strange things trying to interrupt me."

His voice was low and slightly hoarse from the intimate contact he had just experienced, but it also carried an undisguised resentment.

Ruan Yi looked at him, her gaze sweeping over a certain exaggerated bulge in his underwear that never seemed to stop.

She couldn't help but swallow, secretly relieved that she had managed to force Fu Jingchen to stop.

You can tell from a normal look that the other person's conditions are excessively good. Now that the suit jacket and trousers are gone, you can see through the thin layer of underwear fabric.

It was obviously heavy, far more so than the most exquisite items she had ever seen in movies and TV shows...

"Are you alright, cough?"

She didn't want to get involved, but she was afraid the other party would get frustrated if they didn't deal with it soon.

"Would Xiaoyi really help me if it were a big deal?"

Without even thinking, Ruan Yi shook his head like a rattle drum.

Fu Jingchen grasped her ankle, kissed it lightly, his eyes deep, but he didn't say much. He just sighed softly and got up helplessly.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower."

The bathroom door was gently closed, and soon the sound of running water could be heard.

Ruan Yi sat on the edge of the bed listening, knowing that this bath would probably take a long time.

The moisture blocked his vision, but it couldn't block out his silent forbearance. In the end, the man had to process the interrupted excitement and repression on his own.

Ruan Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the tightly closed bathroom door, and finally dared to look at her phone, wanting to see where all these calls came from.

As she carefully examined the call log, her pupils contracted slightly. The screen was completely filled with countless missed calls, the red numbers standing out starkly against the black background.

If this setup hadn't been muted, it probably wouldn't have even started; it would have been interrupted as soon as the person entered the room.

As her fingertips traced that string of names, she inexplicably felt a sense of urgency, as if she no longer wanted to live.

Fu Wang was probably because he had just been taken away from him.

Gu Zhi and Shen Xun... I'm too lazy to even comment, but we can practically conclude that they have some kind of voyeuristic tendency.

Why did Pei Lian call at this time?

Her relationship with Fu Jingchen had only recently become clear, yet the names on the screen were all calling at the same time, as if they had all made a pact…

Ruan Yi stared at the almost identical call times on the screen, and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. A sense of absurdity and an inexplicable coldness slowly crept up her spine.

They seemed to know that she was with Fu Jingchen at the moment, and that she couldn't answer the phone.

These four people are so random. They couldn't possibly be playing mahjong together and the losers are taking turns calling her, could they?

Anderson's group.

The man tapped his fingertips lightly on the edge of the tablet, his gaze falling on the collaboration offer from "Always," a company whose Chinese name was "一直科技" (Yizhi Technology), which he had vaguely heard of.

Fu Wangjin's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

The other party is a company known for its gray-area technology and its privacy work is extremely thorough. However, it is notorious in the top-level industry and is known for its ruthless and precise methods.

The draft plan they submitted was practically tailor-made to NovaVoy's core interests.

Approval bottlenecks, system disruptions, and ambiguous information have triggered a crisis of market trust for businesses.

Every move she made bordered on the edge of the law, yet she precisely targeted NovaVoy's weaknesses.

Fu Wang took a deep breath after reading the last page of data.

The ruthlessness of these methods was something the Anderson family, who had been fighting NovaVoy for so long, had never fully considered.

The other party was clearly angered by something.

Who have we offended to this extent? Fu Wang chuckled softly, but his heart sank inexplicably.

For such a ruthless character to take action, the other party's hatred is probably no less than one's own.

A thought popped into my head uncontrollably—

"Could it be because of a bad woman again?"

The thought made his temples throb, but he quickly suppressed it.

Regardless of the reason, this plan was practically a gift tailor-made for himself and the Anderson family.

Once Fu Jingchen gets entangled in these troubles, let alone spending time with Ruan Yi, he'll probably have to divide his sleep time into several segments.

This is the best way to temporarily separate the two of them.

Fu Wang looked up at the screen, at the interface of his encrypted online communication with the other party, and couldn't help but smile.

"It's a pleasure to work with you."

I pressed my fingertip firmly on the "agree" button.

"Now, let's talk about the specific plan."

When the bathroom door was pushed open, it brought with it a burst of hot, humid steam, and Fu Jingchen's figure appeared somewhat blurry in the misty vapor.

Ruan Yi was leaning against the headboard looking at her phone when she heard the sound and looked up. She saw that his black hair was dripping with water, and his usually clear and calm eyes were now covered with a layer of moisture, revealing a bit of the chaos of just breaking free from the heat wave.

He didn't say anything, but walked straight to the bedside and leaned down on me, his body still warm from his shower.

When he wrapped his arms around her soft waist, he tightened his grip, as if he wanted to melt her into his arms.

Ruan Yi let out a soft moan as he pressed her down. Just as she was about to ask why it had taken so long, her lips were sealed by a kiss filled with moisture.

The wet kisses gradually moved down, landing on the side of the neck, and then lingering on the soft chest.

His breath, carrying the scent of shower gel, scalded her skin.

The girl ran her fingers through his half-dry black hair, her fingertips damp with water droplets from the strands, and was about to tell him to stop.

Then she heard Fu Jingchen speak in a hoarse voice, his breath brushing against her collarbone.

"Xiaoyi, this is the last time."

He looked up, his eyelashes still glistening with water droplets, but his eyes were clearer, carrying a hint of helpless indulgence.

"If you keep torturing me like this, I'll go crazy."

The man gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, his tone earnest.

"For Xiaoyi's future happiness, I won't stop next time."

Ruan Yi's ears burned from his words, and she gave a muffled hum, "Don't say it... I know!"

She poked the muscles on his side with her finger.

"By the way, something seems to have happened to NovaVoy. Your phone is on silent, and all the messages looking for you are being sent to me. Check it out."

Fu Jingchen paused, the languidness in his eyes fading slightly. He helplessly ruffled her hair, then stood up and picked up his phone.

The moment the screen lit up, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, his fingers swiping rapidly, and Fu Jingchen's expression gradually darkened.

"I need to go to the company."

He leaned down and planted a long, lingering kiss on her lips, reluctant to part.

"Will Xiaoyi wait for me to come back obediently?"

Ruan Yi was so weak from his kisses that she pushed against his chest.

"Go quickly, don't delay important matters."

Fu Jingchen grabbed her hand and pecked at her lips, as if he couldn't get enough of kissing her.

Unable to bear his nagging any longer, Ruan Yi gently patted his cheek. "Go now!"

It's almost like he has a masochistic streak; he won't stop unless he's being hit.

The man chuckled softly, finally straightened up, gave her a deep look, gave her a few more instructions, and then turned and walked out.

After Fu Jingchen left, the room became completely quiet.

Ruan Yi picked up her phone, and the message notification that had just interrupted her popped up clearly now; it was from her mother.

Given the time difference, the other person had just woken up. A series of messages were filled with warm and gentle concern. Ruan Yi moved her fingertips and carefully replied to each one.

She and her mother have kept in touch, exchanging messages every few days, but they haven't had a video call in a while.

After arriving in the United States, Ruan Yi even developed a habit of only reporting good news and not bad news.

Especially regarding Gu Zhi, Ruan Yi didn't mention a single word about the awful things he did.

Although my mother was tolerant and kind, she was still quite traditional in her thinking.

If Ruan Ying knew that Gu Zhi had secretly done things to her that were beneath her dignity, such as imprisonment and forced sex, she would probably have a mental breakdown.

Ruan Ying never imagined that her sensible and obedient "son" would do such outrageous things to Ruan Yi.

For the sake of their mother's mental well-being, this matter had to be kept secret to maintain the facade of a respectable relationship between the siblings.

Scroll down, Ruan Ying's last message is

"How have you been feeling lately? Haven't you gone for a checkup? Have you been getting headaches because of thinking about old things?"

Ruan Yi stared at the line of text, her fingertips pausing on the screen, unsure how to respond.

"I'm much better, Mom. I'm really okay now, don't worry. I've been sleeping well lately and haven't had much of a headache, so don't worry."

After sending the message, Ruan Yi sighed softly. The person on the other end of the screen was probably worried about her again.

But there are some things she has to bear alone.

For example, there seem to be many bizarre things happening around us...