At this moment, I'm probably still about 30% sober.
Realizing that I was undressing Fu Yanshen and offering myself up as his plaything, those dead memories resurfaced and attacked me.
Over the past two years, I've painstakingly pieced together my self-esteem, but now it's shattered again.
But what can I do?
I've already killed my own flesh and blood, do I have to ruin Muye's future too?
Fu Yanshen's back remained motionless, like an ice sculpture, exuding an aura of superiority, like a monarch who could arbitrarily control the fate of others.
He was waiting for me to willingly submit to him.
I moved slowly toward him, each step feeling like I was walking toward the execution ground.
But soon, I was behind him.
He must have showered; his white T-shirt had a clean, refreshing scent of shower gel that smelled nice and helped to mask the unpleasant smell of alcohol on me.
Standing so close, my gaze fell on the hem of his T-shirt, and I lifted it up with my hand...
Her palm quickly caressed his warm, lean waist, moving forward to touch his abs. They felt good, even firmer than those of male models in nightclubs, with well-defined lines and muscles.
"Mr. Fu, are you satisfied with this?"
Seeing that he wasn't excited and even seemed to be suppressing his anger, I tilted my head back, looked at the back of his head, and asked drunkenly.
Her hand had already touched his strong chest muscles.
He should have been exercising during this period.
"I'll do whatever you want tonight, just please be lenient and let Mu Ye go, and don't blacklist him anymore," I coaxed him with kind words.
I was about to kiss his back when the man suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from him.
I stumbled, my heels fell off, and just when I thought I was about to fall, Fu Yanshen pulled me back.
I felt like my arm was about to dislocate, and I winced in pain. The next moment, I met the man's ashen-faced handsome face.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao, do you really think you're some kind of celestial being? Do you think I, Fu Yanshen, can't live without you?" Fu Yanshen, like a furious tyrant, humiliated and mocked me.
"Get out!" he shouted at me, pointing at the door.
He went through all that trouble, just to get me to come to him and play with him, right? I've already taken the initiative to flirt with him, so why isn't he satisfied?
The veins on the man's forehead bulged, his chest heaved, and his dark eyes raged with anger, as if seeping with intense hatred.
I didn't care to figure out his emotions; all I knew was that he was even angrier, and that Muye was doomed.
"President Fu, how can you let Mu Ye go?" I asked unwillingly.
Fu Yanshen suddenly grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me toward the door.
He dragged me into the room.
I was suddenly pushed and fell down.
"roll!"
All that could be heard was the man's angry shouts, accompanied by the sound of the door slamming shut.
He threw me out of the room, and I fell to the ground, my forehead hitting the railing.
I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and my forehead was burning. Gradually, I smelled the metallic odor of blood.
That's it, even Fu Yanshen has lost interest in my body, the only thing he was ever interested in...
I have no bargaining chips left, how can I beg him?
The alcohol was draining my strength, and I couldn't get up several times. I could only lean against the railing to rest, burying my face in my knees.
My mind was drifting, but the pain in my forehead pulled me back to reality, and I kept muttering "Muye" under my breath.
I don't know how much time had passed, but someone grabbed the back of my dress by the collar.
"I told you to get out, you—"
Through my blurry vision, Fu Yanshen's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. One second he was furious with a dark face, and the next second he seemed to be looking at me with heartache in his eyes.
I must be seeing things again.
However, whether he cares about me or not, I no longer care.
Even if he were willing to give me love now, I wouldn't want it.
Fu Yanshen picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.
Has he changed his mind again?
Now, Makino has hope again.
Instead of carrying me to bed, he placed me on the single sofa by the French windows. We used to sit on the sofa often; he liked that.
Now, he's disappeared again.
As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a warm, damp sensation on my face.
When I opened my eyes, Fu Yanshen was wiping my face.
He knelt on one knee, one hand gripping the back of my head, the other holding a white towel stained with blood.
"hiss……"
The towel touched my forehead, and I gasped in pain.
The man's brows furrowed, his dark eyes seemed to be fixed on my wound, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He tossed the blood-stained towel into the basin, opened the first-aid kit, and took out a brown bottle of iodine...
Seeing him kindly treating my wound, I quickly seized the opportunity, "Mr. Fu, regarding Mu Ye's matter, I beg you—"
"Ouch...it hurts!"
Before I could finish speaking, Fu Yanshen suddenly pressed hard on my wound with a cotton ball soaked in iodine. I screamed in pain and pinched his arm tightly with my fingertips.
"Why don't you die of pain?" The man glared at me, gritting his teeth, his face full of ferocity.
He didn't even glance at me, gently wiping my forehead with the iodine-soaked cotton ball in his hand.
My head was getting heavier and heavier, so I closed my eyes to rest, and let him do as he pleased.
In a daze, Fu Yanshen fed me a glass of water, lemon honey water, which would make me feel better after drinking.
A long, long time ago, whenever he came home from a business dinner, I would make him a cup of tea and have him drink it.
A little while later, I was soaking in the bathtub again. The warm water massaged my body, which felt very comfortable. Fu Yanshen was washing my hair.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, an annoying buzzing sound came from above my head.
"I want to sleep!" I protested irritably.
"Dry your hair first," the man said sternly.
"No, I want to sleep!" I stomped my foot and threw a tantrum.
"Okay, okay, almost done..."
I felt a little better after hearing his gentle coaxing voice.
Through the hazy vision, a warm scene was reflected in the mirror.
I had a white towel wrapped around my armpits, my hair was wet, and gauze was on my forehead. Fu Yanshen was behind me, holding a hairdryer high, his other hand running through my hair, his expression serious and focused, his eyes... gentle and doting.
...
When I regained consciousness, the scene of Fu Yanshen drying my hair was still replaying in my mind, like a dream.
But I know it's not a dream.
I am now fully awake.
Last night, emboldened by alcohol, I begged Fu Yanshen to let Mu Ye go and even tried to seduce him, but he threw me out. After I fell and hurt my forehead, he treated my wound, gave me a bath, and dried my hair...
He didn't actually do anything to me like a beast.
I gradually recalled what Lin Xiao had said to me at the bar...
He said that Fu Yanshen had made a will two years ago.
He meant that Fu Yanshen was taking me to London for the Chinese New Year, to celebrate the last New Year of his life.
Suddenly, I recalled the desperate look in his eyes that I had inadvertently caught that night when the blue fireworks were in full bloom...
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