Xiao Xin sucked on the candy and felt much better in her throat.

He glanced at Fu Yan indifferently, wondering if he still had any room to refuse.

He slowly closed his eyes, said nothing, and gave up struggling.

Fu Yan didn't hear his reply, so he assumed he agreed.

He couldn't see any resistance in Xiao Xin's eyes; it seemed that Xiao Xin was used to being treated this way.

Fu Yan expressionlessly wrapped the rope around Xiao Xin's hands, waist, and slender ankles.

Xiao Xin's ankles were very white, slender and bony, and could be held in one hand.

When Fu Yan grabbed his ankle, Xiao Xin visibly flinched, as if he was very uncomfortable being held in someone's hand.

Fu Yan frowned slightly, thinking he was about to break free again, so he used his thumb and forefinger to firmly restrain his ankle, and a red mark immediately appeared on his slender white ankle.

Xiao Xin wanted to curse, but he was struggling to even breathe.

He'd been through so much just now, and the alcohol from yesterday had left him with a headache, so he had no energy left to think about what the man in front of him was up to.

Judging from the man's words and actions, he was not old, and he did all this for one person—Jiang Yuqing.

Xiao Xin stopped moving, and Fu Yan easily secured his legs, finally tying a bow with satisfaction and giving it a firm tug to check the tightness of the binding.

Xiao Xin glanced at the smile that naturally appeared on his lips with disdain, thinking it childish.

He was now only praying that this person would kill him immediately, so that he wouldn't have to endure that torturous pain anymore...

Xiao Xin didn't send the money to that crazy woman in time, and he didn't know what that woman would do to his paralyzed father.

Normally, the crazy woman would give him at least a day to process things...

Fu Yan saw him dazed and confused, and even when he was tied up, he wouldn't behave, so she couldn't help but pinch his ankle.

Unsurprisingly, Xiao Xin trembled slightly as a reflex, which was considered a response to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan withdrew his hand with satisfaction, picked up Xiao Xin horizontally, and placed her on the circular stage in the middle of the private room.

The ground beneath him was icy cold, and Xiao Xin couldn't help but shiver.

He caught a glimpse of the man walking towards the sofa, picking up a wet wipe from the table and wiping his hands carefully five times before slowly picking up his phone and making a call.

Fu Yan looked at the person lying in the center of the stage and said coldly without expression, "Bring all your things up."

Xiao Xin blinked with difficulty, staring blankly at the ceiling. The dazzling chandelier above him made him dizzy, and Xiao Xin subconsciously closed his eyes.

Because I ate the throat lozenge, my throat no longer felt so sore.

He was wearing the suit shirt that Yu Muqing had given him, and because of his awkward posture, two buttons on his chest were undone.

A patch of white beneath the shirt was thus subtly revealed to Fu Yan's eyes.

Fu Yan's eyes narrowed, he tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the inexplicable heat, then looked away.

The room fell silent instantly, a suffocating atmosphere filling the air...

Five minutes later, the door to the private room was opened.

The manager walked ahead and respectfully greeted, "Young Master Fu."

Behind him stood four men, all dressed as bunny servants; two of them were pushing a large cake, and the other two were pushing a giant dartboard.

Fu Yan hummed in agreement and gestured with his chin toward the dart tray behind the manager: "Put the dart tray on the table."

The manager glanced at Xiao Xin, who was lying in the center of the stage, felt a chill run down his spine, and gasped...

Is this young master Fu looking for something more exciting?

However, he did exactly what Fu Yan said, directing the people behind him without hesitation: "Carry the convoy up."

The stage wasn't big, but Xiao Xin's reclining position took up most of it.

Two rabbit-like male servants, carrying a giant dartboard, stood on the platform, looking at Xiao Xin on the ground with slight unease.

One of them looked up at Fu Yan and said tremblingly, "Young Master Fu, this stage is a bit small, he..."

His eyes were fixed on Xiao Xin.

Fu Yan understood what he was talking about, and lazily leaned back on the sofa, one hand behind his head, the other pointing at Xiao Xin, and said casually, "Put him in a chair."

The "rabbit servants" exchanged a glance and immediately understood what Fu Yan meant.

The two hesitated for a moment, then the man on the sofa frowned slightly in displeasure: "Didn't you hear me?"

The two nodded repeatedly, whispering, "Yes, we heard it, Young Master Fu..."

In a daze, Xiao Xin felt someone lift his shoulders and pull him to sit in a chair.

Someone was wrapping something around his chest, as if to tie him to the chair behind him.

Xiao Xin lifted his eyelids and glanced at them, and what he saw was a pair of big white rabbit ears.

After realizing they were tying him up, Xiao Xin closed his eyes again, looking drowsy.

Grass…

Instead of all this fancy stuff, we might as well just stab him.

After an unknown amount of time, I felt a cool touch on my chin.

Fu Yan used a dart to hook Xiao Xin's chin, forcing him to look up.

Xiao Xin squinted, and a pair of innocent yet wicked eyes entered his line of sight.

As if those strange yet familiar eyes had grabbed his throat, he inexplicably felt his breath catch in his throat.

As the man got closer, Xiao Xin realized that his face really did resemble He Yunzhou's; no wonder he mistook him for someone else...

Fu Yan leaned down to meet his gaze, a cold smile playing on her lips: "The show's just beginning, how can you be asleep?"

Xiao Xin couldn't deny that those eyes were beautiful, almost identical to that person's, as if they were made from the same mold.

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