Xiao Xin looked at him and said calmly, "My relationship with him is not what you think."

Fu Yan looked at him calmly: "Does it have to be him?"

Xiao Xin turned her face away and hummed in agreement.

"..." Fu Yan pursed his lips with a complicated expression, and as if making a decision, he sighed: "Okay, I agree. I hope you won't regret your decision today."

Xiao Xin felt the hand on her shoulder gradually loosen, thinking that Fu Yanyan was over, but then she heard him say, "You can go work for Mo's, but you have to live here with me."

His voice was faint, as if he was suppressing something.

Xiao Xin felt a tightness in her chest as she listened.

Without waiting for his reply, Fu Yan left the room on his own.

He had work to do in the afternoon, so he asked the maid to take care of Xiao Xin.

As Xiao Xin watched his departing figure, it was as if a net was being woven before his eyes, growing larger and larger until it completely enveloped him.

It made him feel suffocated.

He had never been treated like this before, and the more Fu Yan confined him, the more he wanted to escape.

But now, where can we escape to...?

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Xiao Xin left the villa and returned to the house she rented in the alley.

He lost his keys and had to contact the landlady.

Half an hour later, the landlady arrived at the rented room.

After greeting Xiao Xin, she took out her key to open the door and said to herself, "A few days ago, your friend gave me some money, saying it was to compensate for the losses caused by this house."

Xiao Xin: "My friend?"

The old lady pushed open the door, went in, nodded, and said, "Yes, your friend, a tall, handsome young man with beautiful long hair."

Speaking of long hair, Yu Muqing is the first name that comes to mind.

Seeing him in a daze, the old lady asked him again, "Your friend gave too much. Actually, after he sent someone to take care of this place, it didn't cause too much damage. I'll transfer the extra money to you later."

Xiao Xin shook her head: "No need, Grandma, you can keep it yourself."

The old lady asked worriedly, "Xiao Xin, are you going to continue living here?"

Seeing her ask that, Xiao Xin said, "Why did Grandma suddenly ask that?"

The old lady smiled and said, "It's nothing, I was just asking."

Xiao Xin glanced around the house. The garbage had been cleaned up, the furniture and chairs were neatly arranged, and the air was damp with the scent of flowers, completely free of the messy, rotten stench.

Just as they said, Yu Muqing always had to clean up Fu Yan's messes, no wonder Qiao Chen wanted to get rid of him.

Fu Yan is now clinging to him, isn't that the biggest mess he's made?

But continuing to stay here was definitely not realistic. Xiao Xin looked away and said to the old lady, "I won't stay any longer, Grandma. I'll leave after I finish packing my things."

The old woman looked at him, hesitated, but nodded nonetheless: "Okay."

Xiao Xin didn't say anything more and went into the bedroom.

Since I was only staying for a short time, there wasn't much to tidy up.

Fu Yan had sent someone to accompany his bodyguards who were still waiting outside, so Xiao Xin didn't plan to wander off.

However, if Jiang Yuqing finds out that Fu Yan has reunited with him, Jiang Yuqing will definitely use the Jiang family's influence to suppress the Fu family.

As for whether Jiang Yuqing should turn herself in, Xiao Xin didn't believe it. He didn't believe Jiang Yuqing would turn herself in, but Xiao Xin also didn't intend to stay in the Fu family for long.

He planned to move out of the Fu family once Fu Yan calmed down.

About an hour after Xiao Xin finished packing her things, she also took the star necklace she had worn before.

He looked at the empty room, and suddenly images of Fu Yan and him together appeared in his mind's eye.

Kitchen, bedroom, bathroom...

They all left their mark, but now they are all in the past, like colorful bubbles, brilliant for a moment, then turning into bubbles and gradually disappearing before our eyes.

When Xiao Xin came to her senses, a trace of soreness appeared in her eyes.

He never imagined that a relationship he had truly invested his emotions in would be so painful to recall.

But he believes that with the passage of time, all of this will pass.

The laughter and chatter around him gradually faded away. Xiao Xin turned and walked out of the room. The landlady closed the door for him and saw him downstairs.

With two tall and imposing bodyguards following behind her, the old lady didn't say much. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Xiao Xin, she left first.

Xiao Xin smiled and waved to her, watching her figure disappear from sight before turning to ask the bodyguards, "How long do you plan to follow me?"

He wanted to go find Mo Xuan now, so naturally he couldn't let these two come with him.

When the bodyguards heard him ask this question, they looked at each other and then one of them looked at Xiao Xin and said, "Mr. Xiao, President Fu has instructed us to stay with you and protect your safety until you get home."

Xiao Xin pursed his lips, a hint of annoyance on his face. He tossed the bag in his hand to one of the bodyguards and turned to walk out of the alley.

"Take me somewhere."

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Half an hour later, the black Mercedes stopped in front of Mo Xuan's company.

Xiao Xin, sitting in the back seat of the car, sent a message to Mo Xuan, saying that they should meet at the company entrance to discuss something.

Mo Xuan quickly called him back: "Hey Xiao Xin, are you at my company entrance right now?"

“Yes,” Shawn replied.

Mo Xuan was somewhat surprised, "Xiao Xin, why didn't you let me know first? I'm on a business trip right now, not at the company."

Xiao Xin gave a curt "Oh," and said, "It's nothing, you go ahead and do your work, I'm hanging up."

"Wait, is there something you need to talk to me about?" Mo Xuan asked hurriedly.

Xiao Xin pursed her lips and replied, "Actually, it's nothing. I just wanted to ask if I could go back to work at the company."

The entertainment industry is not Fu's strong suit, but Mo Xuan is different; he understands music.

He wanted to achieve something in music, rather than become an appendage under Fu Yan's protection.

No one can rely on anyone else for a lifetime.

Mo Xuan didn't hesitate at all: "Of course, I was a little surprised that someone submitted your resignation letter for you last time. I was planning to talk to you after I finished this busy period..."

Xiao Xin interrupted him: "Then it's settled. You go ahead and get busy."

He hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Mo Xuan looked at the phone that had been hung up on and shook his head helplessly.

Xiao Xin put down her phone and pinched the bridge of her nose.

He knew that if he didn't hang up, Mo Xuan would definitely chatter on and on all day.

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When Xiao Xin returned to the villa that evening, she was surprised not to see Fu Yan.

The villa was deserted, with only quiet and busy servants remaining.

The living room was poorly lit, dim and not bright.

A bouquet of roses sat in a vase on the coffee table. The vibrant roses seemed to be covered by a dark veil, exuding a dangerous yet alluring fragrance in the shadows.

Each rose has had its thorns removed, making it non-aggressive and beautiful enough to be touched at will.

Unlike roses with thorns, which can only be admired from afar but not picked.

But a rose with its thorns removed doesn't live long and withers quickly.

Xiao Xin picked up a rose, brought it close to her nose to smell it, and then played with it between her fingers.

He squinted slightly, looking at the rose in his hand.

If he were to be a rose, he would never allow anyone to remove his thorns...