Zhuang Fuyao travels sixteen years into the future, inhabiting her older self, only to discover she's become the toxic mother-in-law from a novel—the kind who bullies the ordinary-born female l...
Chapter 88 Boldness Restricts Reality: After learning about Qingyuefang's affairs, Zhao Ye tried many ways to suppress the public pressure caused by the incident.
Su Mei complained to him every day, which annoyed him a lot.
He told his assistant to put down what they were doing and focus on handling this matter, which was also a way of reporting back to Su Mei.
Two days later, he received a video from his assistant.
It was uploaded online by netizens when Qingfeng Pavilion was hailed as a "gathering place for masters".
The video begins with images of celebrities from the entertainment industry.
Zhao Ye thought to himself, "No wonder the other side has such good online public opinion; they have media resources."
Later, however, many well-known big names emerged, including some clients whom he needed to curry favor with in his company's business.
Zhao Ye had a bad feeling that Qingfeng Pavilion was definitely not an ordinary person behind it, so he immediately sent people to investigate.
After the results came out, a nameless anger welled up inside me.
The company was in a hurry to expand its business some time ago, and Changting was the most important one for him to grasp.
He wanted to see President Liang, but for some reason, even with Xiao Lin's introduction, it didn't work.
He was still wondering what the problem was, and now he realized that was the issue.
Over the years, he had been involved in the business world of Jiang City and occasionally heard gossip about these bigwigs, including Liang Huaixu. Everyone was saying that even though President Liang of Changting had been divorced for many years, he still couldn't forget his ex-wife.
Su Mei really got him into a huge mess, and Zhao Ye made a phone call and gave her a severe scolding.
...
Zhao Ye's criticism was insignificant to Su Mei at this point, as she was now facing something even worse: Yu Heng had disappeared.
Yu Heng disappeared completely. He stopped replying to messages, turned off his phone, and even deleted all his social media accounts. Yet, she had invested 20 million yuan with Yu Heng!
She was frantic, but dared not tell Zhao Ye about it, so she could only try her luck at places where Yu Heng might appear.
She even went to Qingfeng Pavilion to find Zhuang Fuyao to inquire about information.
When Zhuang Fuyao first heard that Su Mei was coming, she thought she had ill intentions and was even prepared to have a fight.
But when the two met, there was no argument. Su Mei looked exhausted and asked her, "Have you seen Yu Heng these past few days?"
Zhuang Fuyao: "No."
Su Mei sighed and was about to leave.
Zhuang Fuyao called out to her, "What do you want with him?"
“He…” Su Mei gritted her teeth, but quickly covered it up. “Yu Heng is my friend. I can’t get through to him on the phone, and he’s disappeared. I’m worried that something might have happened to him. If you have any news about him, please let me know.”
Zhuang Fuyao found it a bit strange.
After Su Mei left, he tried calling Yu Heng, but he couldn't get through.
It was later discovered that not only her phone number, but also the Weibo account that Yu Heng had previously followed had been deleted.
This was indeed strange, and she told Liang Huaixu about it.
When Liang Huaixu received her call, he was holding Yu Heng's information, which Zhou Ting had just delivered.
He thought the masked singer was all that was about Yu Heng, but he never expected there were so many other things hidden behind the scenes.
In his early years, he was spotted by a foreign agency because of his unique vocal qualities. In less than three years, he became one of the most popular singer-songwriters of the new generation. Later, he formed a band and won many fans with his unique style, becoming a world-renowned singer. In Yu Heng's creative process, he relies heavily on inspiration.
In pursuit of inspiration, Yu Heng led a chaotic personal life and developed a gambling addiction, accumulating a large gambling debt abroad.
These messages were very secretive, and even Yu Heng's creditors had difficulty finding them. Liang Huaixu only managed to find some clues by using the Liang family's influence overseas.
Yu Heng's disappearance is probably because he made too much noise in China, attracting the attention of his creditors.
Liang Huaixu didn't tell Zhuang Fuyao about these things at the moment, but waited until a day later.
He claimed that he sent someone to investigate the information after she mentioned Yu Heng's disappearance, and he told her the contents of the investigation verbatim.
After all, she had a crush on someone when she was young. When she heard about his situation, Zhuang Fuyao was momentarily dazed, especially when she heard Liang Huaixu say that Yu Heng was a habitual fraudster.
This is so heartbreaking. Song Qing had talked to her about Ace or Yu Heng.
But she didn't mention Yu Heng's affairs to Song Qing.
Song Qing really likes Yu Heng. If she were to reveal these things, Song Qing might not be able to accept it, and she didn't want Song Qing to be so heartbroken.
So when Song Qing discovered that Yu Heng had deleted his Weibo account, Zhuang Fuyao gave Yu Heng an excuse, saying that he probably wanted to keep his identity secret and deleted his domestic Weibo account before leaving.
Although Song Qing was somewhat saddened, she accepted the reason.
She spoke of Ace's experiences over the years with admiration in her voice, saying, "He is not only very talented, but also very pure in love."
Zhuang Fuyao was taken aback: "Pure love?"
Song Qing nodded: "Yes, he is someone who relies heavily on real-life emotions to find inspiration. Many longtime fans know that Ace creates music based on experience, but the only thing he can never forget is his first love. His usual songs are very unique and exciting, but his creations about his first love reveal a kind of fresh and beautiful feeling."
"I'll find a few songs for you to listen to."
Song Qing opened the music listening app.
Zhuang Fuyao's English wasn't bad, but the more I listened, the more something seemed off.
The lyrics repeatedly feature phrases like "letters on the school uniform," "the girl by the window," "hot milk," and "the starry sky that night."
If the earlier parts were still guesses, by the last line, "Summer of 2002," she was almost certain that Yu Heng was singing about her.
Song Qing said that Yu Heng would write a song every five years to commemorate his first love, the most recent one being last year.
Zhuang Fuyao's feelings were very complicated.
If she had to say something, it would be more of a pity. She felt that Yu Heng could have taken a better path, but instead, he went astray...
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After this incident, Zhuang Fuyao originally thought she would never hear from Yu Heng again.
That evening, she suddenly received a phone call from an unknown number.
At that time, she was with Liang Huaixu. When the call connected, Zhuang Fuyao's breath hitched. "How come it's you?"
Yu Heng said lightly, "My company urgently needed me to return to China a while ago, so I didn't have time to tell you. You won't blame me, will you?"
Even without speakerphone, the voices on the phone would still be audible when it was late at night. When Liang Huaixu put down his book and looked at her, Zhuang Fuyao felt a sense of unease.
She silently protested her innocence. What was so strange about their relationship? Saying it like that would easily lead people to speculate.
Sensing Liang Huaixu's increasingly intense gaze, she quickly switched the phone to speakerphone and got straight to the point, "What's up, calling me so late?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone. "Fufu, you're being really cold to me lately."
Liang Huaixu playfully tickled her waist as a form of punishment.
Zhuang Fuyao took a breath. What was Yu Heng thinking?
She said coldly, "I'm hanging up if you're not going to say what it is."
"No," Yu Heng said. "I'm going to hold a concert abroad soon. Do you have time to come? You can bring Song Qing with you."
Liang Huaixu's hand slowly moved to between her legs...
You could tell he really didn't want to answer the phone.
Despite the stimulation, Zhuang Fuyao said, "No, I've been quite busy with work lately, I don't have time."
It's a pity, but that doesn't change the fact that Yu Heng is already considered a dangerous element by her.
She felt that if she went abroad to see a concert, it would be a question whether she could come back.
Yu Heng sighed, "Are you still blaming me?"
Zhuang Fuyao was gently rubbed by Liang Huaixu's fingers as they pried her open...
She bit her lip and remained silent for a long time.
Yu Heng frowned. "Did Su Mei say something to you? Don't believe anything she says. We had a falling out over some things, and she's definitely looking for reasons to smear me now."
Seeing that Zhuang Fuyao still didn't speak, his heart sank. He said, half truthfully and half falsely, "After Su Mei found out that I was working at Qingfeng Pavilion, she tried to bribe me to steal the secret recipe from Qingfeng Pavilion, but I didn't agree. That's why we broke up."
"...But I swear on my musical future that I have never done anything to harm Qingfeng Pavilion, and in fact, I have helped Qingfeng Pavilion at times." This statement is true.
But Zhuang Fuyao had no time to listen at the moment. She really wanted to hang up, but Liang Huaixu wouldn't let her and kept "torturing" her.
She felt she had every right to be angry.
But my body feels very happy...
Perhaps no one had ever imagined that Liang Huaixu would have such a cunning side.
This was content she was only fortunate enough to see in restricted literature, and now that it had been brought to life by the usually abstinent Liang Huaixu, it was incredibly stimulating, and her physical reaction was like riding a roller coaster.
She dared not make a sound, afraid that making a sound would expose her, and could only hope that Yu Heng would hang up the phone on his own initiative.
But Yu Heng, even if she didn't say anything, could talk a lot by himself, showing no sign of hanging up.
Zhuang Fuyao could only write under Liang Huaixu's palm:
Let me hang up the phone
Please
husband
Liang Huaixu only let her go after writing the last two words.
She was both ashamed and angry, yet honest, and splashed a puddle of water.
Liang Huaixu wasn't much better off.
Afterwards, his face looked like he had been drinking fake alcohol.
At first, I was just jealous and wanted to tease her so that she would hang up the phone on her own.
But later, when he heard Yu Heng call her Fufu, he couldn't control himself. In the end, it gradually turned into a form of punishment. He would deliberately not let her hang up the phone so that she would remember the lesson.
After calming down, he hadn't expected to show this side of himself, so he could only pretend to be calm and gently nip her ear, "Do you still dare to answer his calls?"
Zhuang Fuyao's eyes were glistening with tears as his voice filled her ears, and for some reason, her legs became even wetter.
But despite the physical pleasure, she was still very "vengeful".
The following evening, when Liang Huaixu was having an online meeting in his study, she deliberately caused trouble.
Ignoring Liang Huaixu's warning look, he unzipped his pants and let out.
Transform clouds into mountains.
But Liang Huaixu's reaction was much calmer than hers; he was able to speak calmly and composedly even in this situation.
Zhuang Fuyao was secretly unconvinced. She lightly wiped her front with her fingertip, moistened it with water, and then slowly traced the lines with her finger.
Liang Huaixu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he immediately muted his microphone after finishing his speech.
Zhuang Fuyao whispered in his ear, threateningly, "Who told you to do that last time... You owe me, so don't you dare resist!"
Liang Huaixu, feeling helpless yet tolerant, ceased his resistance.
Zhuang Fuyao moved onto his lap, kissing his Adam's apple as she moved...
They only became slightly more well-behaved when he was speaking.