Fu Huaijin had never seen anyone dare to speak to him so loudly before. Hearing the loud accusations in front of him, his aura suddenly turned dangerous, and his gaze became as sharp as a hawk's as he stared intently at the bite mark on the fair neck.
He didn't show much suspicion about the marks, but what puzzled him was: how could he have been so gentle?
Su Yuxi was startled by his gaze, but thinking of his current sickly health, she became bolder: "What, you won't admit it?"
"It's just you and me here. You tied me up all night and tortured me all night. Even if you're rich and powerful, you still have to pay me for my emotional distress, my injuries, and..."
"How much?" Fu Huaijin lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the sharp and fierce look in them. His voice was as calm and indifferent as a lake in winter, as if he didn't care about the injuries she had suffered.
Ultimately, it all comes down to money. If money can solve everything, then nothing else matters.
As for who is behind her, he will find out.
Su Yuxi was caught off guard by his quick agreement. She thought she would have to argue with him to resolve the issue, but he agreed so easily.
When it comes to how much compensation she needs, she really has no idea, mainly because she doesn't know the value of the dress.
My phone isn't here, so I can't reach Qianqian.
"Can I borrow your phone to make a call?" she asked cautiously, extending her hand. Although she loved money, she wouldn't ask for an exorbitant amount; she wouldn't give up a penny of what she deserved.
First, she needs to determine the value of the dress. As for the injury on her body, it won't be resolved without at least a few hundred thousand.
Fu Huaijin stared at the slender, fair finger, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. An itch rose in his throat, which he tried to suppress. He looked for water but found nothing on the bedside table.
Unable to bear the itching any longer, a series of coughs rang out. In the dim light, his handsome face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his smooth forehead.
He pressed his lips tightly together, his muffled cough growing louder and louder. His hands clenched into fists and pressed against his lips, his entire shoulder trembling. Each heart-wrenching cough made her feel as if the air around them was shaking.
Suddenly, a hand gently patted his back. Fu Huaijin's body stiffened, instinctively resisting the touch of a stranger. He tried to dodge but failed. The pain in his chest left him with no strength to struggle, so he could only let her do as she pleased.
Unexpectedly, the terrible cough gradually subsided under her gentle patting until it stopped completely.
The whole process was so fast that it was unbelievable to him; normally, he wouldn't have stopped coughing for several minutes.
He was panting heavily, his pale face turning even paler from the coughing, his lungs struggling to regain their balance.
Once he had completely calmed down, he ruthlessly brushed away the hand that had been stroking his hair, and his gaze towards Su Yuxi carried a hint of barely perceptible disgust.
Su Yuxi awkwardly withdrew her hand, gave a dry laugh, and knew that her behavior was impolite. It was because among everyone with black hair, she particularly liked her long, fine, and soft silver hair, and couldn't help but touch it a few more times, forgetting her limits.
"That's enough." Fu Huaijin leaned against the headboard, staring at her face with a distant and unfamiliar gaze. After thinking for a moment, he bent down, opened a drawer, took out a checkbook, signed his name, tore off a check, and handed it to her: "How much is it? Write it down yourself."
"Leave now, immediately."
Su Yuxi raised an eyebrow, not caring about his attitude, and accepted the check without any polite refusal. Money was a valuable thing, and she wouldn't pretend to be hypocritical. If he really took it back, she would have no one to cry to.
“Fu Huaijin…”
The name sounds nice, but she made it clear beforehand: "These clothes aren't cheap, so don't blame me for ripping you off later..."
Fu Huaijin closed his eyes and gently rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling extremely impatient. He had little patience left and just wanted this noisy woman to leave.
"Fill in as much as you want."
"Leave immediately."
Feeling embarrassed by being so harshly driven away, Su Yuxi took a deep breath, trying to calm her anger. But she had already taken the check and had no reason to stay. She turned to leave angrily, but turned back at the door and said to the person on the bed, "Your door requires a fingerprint to open."
It wasn't that broken door; she left long ago last night.
Fu Huaijin glanced at the door with a cold face, but did not get out of bed to open it for her. Instead, he took out his phone and made a call. Soon after, someone came and opened the door.
The person who came in was so shocked to see a living person standing inside, and a woman at that, that he lost control of his facial expression for a few seconds. Fortunately, his professionalism allowed him to quickly regain his composure.
His gaze swept quickly past Su Yuxi, then he respectfully approached Fu Huaijin and said, "Young Master..."
Fu Huaijin raised his eyelids slightly and said in a light tone, "Send her away and find out who brought her in."
His orders were not kept from Su Yuxi; anyone who dared to send her in would bear the consequences.
The secretary secretly glanced at Su Yuxi, her gaze lingering briefly on the messy bedding before quickly looking away. Her expression remained unchanged, but inwardly she was screaming with frustration.
And that woman, oh dear... her off-the-shoulder dress was full of wrinkles, and her delicate collarbone arms were covered in bruises. Anyone with eyes could tell what had happened from those alluring marks.
Waaaaah... Has his young master finally tasted meat? I'm so excited!
Oh, wait, that girl was still holding a check... So, is the young master just going to abandon her after pulling up his pants?
Although he felt it was a pity, he couldn't disobey his young master's orders: "Miss, I'll see you out."
"Okay, thank you." Su Yuxi replied casually, took two steps with him, then suddenly stopped and looked back at the person on the bed.
The secretary noticed that the person hadn't followed and turned around to urge, "Miss."
Su Yuxi gave a soft snort, walked back to the bedside, picked up a suit jacket, and put it on.
Given the marks on her body, if she didn't find something to cover them up, it would be an obvious indication to others that she had done *that* last night. Only when she was completely covered up did she feel a little more at ease.
"Let's go."
The secretary watched as her young master's clothes were put on by her. His head felt like it had been hit with a club, buzzing, and his heart started pounding. He thought to himself that some people won't die if they don't do stupid things.
His young master hates it when others touch his things. This woman probably took advantage of spending one night with him and started to act arrogantly.
That's practically courting death.
He glanced back at Fu Huaijin, and just when he thought a bloody battle was about to break out, his young master lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Does this mean she's being allowed to take the clothes?
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