I, Shen Bei’an, a rich second-generation heir whose surname is shared by many male protagonists in novels, transmigrated into a novel about a powerful boss after writing a 3,000-character critiqu...
Hearing Shen Bei'an say this, Cheng Yan waved her hands repeatedly, her cheeks flushed slightly, "No, no, no, Fifth Master Shen, you've misunderstood, I... I'm not in a relationship with Young Master Fu..."
This isn't a relationship at all!
It was just that Young Master Fu Jiu took a liking to him and became his lover for a while.
Even the compensation after the breakup... isn't that just what the sugar daddy gives to his mistress?
They don't mean "break up" at all.
Shen Bei'an raised an eyebrow. She was indeed cute, but he wondered who was behind her. He'd have A'Yan check it out.
"Sweetie seems to like you quite a bit. I've already contacted her, and she should be here soon." Another bombshell dropped.
He noticed that this cutie didn't seem to have no interest in the sweet girl at all.
Cheng Yan's eyes narrowed. "Fifth...Fifth Master...what...what did you say? Ninth Young Master will be here in a little while?"
Shen Bei'an nodded matter-of-factly, "Yes, she caused you to be beaten like this, so of course she should take responsibility."
He was too lazy to get involved in what happened next; of course, he left it to the people involved.
"No! No, Fifth Master, it's really not like that between me and Young Master Fu Jiu." He spoke incoherently, as if he were about to cry. "We... have already... have already broken up. Young Master Fu Jiu... she... she's so... busy, she shouldn't... waste... time on me."
"What is she busy with?" Shen Bei'an continued, "You just stay here quietly for a while and wait for Sister Tian to come."
When he contacted Sister Tian just now, as a friend of many years, he immediately sensed the panic hidden in her tone.
That's rare.
"No...no need...Fifth Master...I can leave by myself. There's no need...no need for Young Master Fu." Cheng Yan waved his hands repeatedly and tried to get up, but Yan Wu pressed him down.
Clearly, Shen Beian was not surprised at all.
Even a frail woman like Han Er could subdue him, let alone Yan Wu, who had undergone professional training.
"Didn't I tell you? Just sit here and wait a while while Yanwu applies the medicine. When Sister Tian arrives, I naturally won't get involved in what's going on between you two."
Master Shen said: How could he be the kind of gossipy person?
"Oh, and your clothes too. I had Yan Wu get you a set. Go change into it first. It's not really appropriate to see Sister Tian like this."
Cheng Yan was wearing a moon-white robe today, with a small fox outlined in silver thread on the upper body, but it was now covered with pastry crumbs.
Cheng Yan seemed to realize it was inappropriate, "Thank you... thank you, Fifth Master." He then left with Yan Wu to change his clothes.
While Cheng Yan was changing clothes, Fu Mutian had already arrived.
She was wearing a silk nightgown underneath, with a wide-sleeved scarlet robe draped over it, and slippers on her feet.
Her soft, long hair was also unrestrained, cascading loosely down her back.
It's obvious they just came out of their house and didn't even have time to pack up.
"Where's the little one?" she asked as soon as she entered, looking around.
Shen Bei'an couldn't help but click his tongue twice in his mind.
This is truly a case of forgetting friends for the sake of beauty.
"He had some pastry crumbs on his clothes, so I had Yan Wu take him to change. Come and sit down." He patted the chair next to him. "Look at how rushed you are, coming over in just a few minutes. Did you run a red light? And the way you're acting. Is this still our young master Fu Jiu, who used to tease beauties with his wine glass?"
His tone was slightly teasing.
Fu Mutian picked up the teapot next to her, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it without caring that it was cold.
"Be careful." Seeing Fu Mutian's posture, Shen Bei'an handed her a handkerchief from his brocade pouch. "What's the rush? With me here, do you think I'll let your little beauty suffer?"
Fu Mutian didn't refuse, took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, "That's not what I meant. With you here, I naturally feel at ease."
Looking at Shen Bei'an, his eyes were deep and he let out a long sigh of relief. "Xiao Yezi has already told you everything."
Speaking of this, Shen Bei'an still sounded a bit angry, "Yeah, if she hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have known you were keeping someone like this." He added with a hint of sarcasm.
Shen Bei'an knew that Fu Mutian was a womanizer, and he also knew that she might be like some bosses in the First World who kept people on their payroll.
But knowing Fu Mutian's personality, few people could last a month.
And this has been going on for three months already!
Although things have broken up now, judging from Fu Mutian's expression, she still can't forget him.
It was surprising that someone could make Fu Mutian act like this.
“Beibei…this isn’t…” Fu Mutian’s face showed a hint of embarrassment. There were some things that the three of them tacitly agreed not to tell Shen Bei’an.
Not to mention matters related to [the relationship/relationship].
She and Chen Di sometimes talk to each other, but they don't even talk to Xiao Yezi.
If she hadn't been drunk that night and blurted things out...
Shen Bei'an snorted coldly, knowing all this to some extent. "Alright, I see that Han Er is quite interested in him. You should think carefully about how you're going to treat him. I've already saved him for you. Ultimately, what you do is up to you."
"My son, Ayan, is coming to pick me up in a bit, so I won't stay here with you. You can wait here by yourself for a while." She looked up at the clock.
Fu Mutian knew she was in the wrong, "Okay, I'll treat Beibei to dinner another day when I have time."
"Come on, I don't need your meal," Shen Bei'an pouted. "Tell me the results of the investigation, or I'll have my son, A-Yan, investigate."
Feeling emboldened and fearless.
Fu Mutian lifted her eyelids and smiled, "Yes, I definitely won't hide it from Master Chen next time."
Okay, it's time to tell the truth.
Shen Beian waved his hand and left with great magnanimity.
"Oh, right, Han Er stepped on his waist and he's bleeding."
He left behind this sentence.
Fu Mutian's eyes were deep and dark.
A short while later, Cheng Yan came over after changing his clothes. His wound had been bandaged, but it still hurt a little.
There was also a very obvious handprint on his face.
As soon as they came out, they saw Fu Mutian sitting there with her legs spread wide.
Standing frozen in place.
"Come here." Fu Mutian lifted her eyes, her gaze dark and sinister, like a fog that could devour everything.
Cheng Yan stepped forward almost without hesitation, "Young Master Fu... Young Master Fu..." He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and reached out to bow.
Fu Mutian pulled him over and made him sit on her lap, then reached out and touched his face, saying, "Han Er hit him."
It is a declarative sentence.
Cheng Yan seemed restless and very nervous, and nodded.
Fu Mutian looked down at his waist.
Yan Wu found him a light blue round-necked robe, the loose-fitting robe completely concealing the injury on his waist.
"Han Er's family is well-off, why don't you go with her, hmm?" Her slender fingers traced his neck, her lips parted slightly, a hint of a smile in them.
Cheng Yan's hands, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, were clenched into fists, veins bulging.
“I…yes…Young Master Han is not…” He spoke incoherently and incoherently.