Chapter 15: Will they really make contact?
Fortunately, the teacher entered the classroom with her lesson plan the very next second after Fu Zhiheng said he liked her, otherwise Luo Xincheng really wouldn't know how to handle the situation.
Oh my god!
He actually likes me!
Luo Xincheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
She just didn't want to listen to his explanation, so she asked that question on purpose, hoping he would avoid her.
Who knew he would actually fall in love with her?
Why?
Shouldn't a cool and aloof academic genius like you be focused solely on your studies and keep your heart closed off from love?
During that class, Luo Xincheng was deeply troubled by her relationship and didn't listen to a word the teacher said.
After class, seeing Fu Zhiheng's hesitant expression, she looked annoyed and said something equally unfriendly.
"Don't talk to me, it's annoying."
Fu Zhiheng was devastated by her dismissive attitude, and his young heart, just beginning to experience love, was shattered.
But he didn't say anything, he just silently pushed his class notes in front of her.
He noticed that she stared blankly at the podium the entire time of the class, without taking any notes.
Luo Xincheng was no longer in the mood to take notes in class and waved his hand dismissively.
"Take it, I'm too lazy to write it."
He quickly replied, "Then I can help you..."
Luo Xincheng was even more anxious than him, "No, you don't want to!"
After confessing your feelings, you've completely lost all your composure, haven't you?
No, it was just talk, not a formal confession, right?
She felt a little awkward, but didn't dwell on the issue for too long.
During recess, the classroom was noisy and not the best place for the two to have an open and honest conversation. So Luo Xincheng asked Fu Zhiheng not to leave after school, but to wait until she finished her chores before they left together.
She wanted to formally reject him at that time.
Yes, refuse, of course we must refuse.
Luo Xincheng's aesthetic preferences have remained unchanged since she grew up. She loves gourmet food, fancy clothes, and when buying jewelry, she always chooses the most dazzling and eye-catching new styles first.
The person you like should be the most dazzling and eye-catching person in the crowd, someone who can attract you at first glance.
Fu Zhiheng was certainly very good too. He had excellent grades, a calm and reserved personality, stable emotions, and patience. She couldn't list all his good qualities in one breath. However, he was taciturn and dull-witted, and his appearance was not outstanding. He always had his head down and looked drab.
His presence is like a spare umbrella in the corner of the classroom. Everyone knows it's there, but apart from the occasional rainy day when people briefly think of it, no one is usually so bored as to specifically observe it, count how many ribs it has, or what the patterns on the umbrella surface are.
Luo Xincheng is concerned about her image. She doesn't have high requirements for her future boyfriend, but at the very least, he must be good-looking.
A man's good looks are a woman's glory. She's afraid of being laughed at if she goes out with a man who isn't particularly good-looking.
With a head full of jumbled thoughts, the day's classes quickly came to an end.
Luo Xincheng made an excuse that she wanted to check out a newly opened dessert shop near the school, so she sent a message to the driver in advance, asking him not to drive to the school gate to pick her up, and to send him a message when she was almost done eating and ready to go home.
After the school bell rang, Luo Xincheng and several classmates on duty divided up their tasks and started cleaning.
Fu Zhiheng wanted to help her, but as soon as she spoke, she was immediately and firmly refused, afraid that other classmates would notice the strange thing between them. After refusing, she strangely felt a bit like a celebrity, that sense of vigilance that didn't want to be overshadowed by some unknown nobody...
After cleaning, Luo Xincheng and Fu Zhiheng left the classroom one after the other, each walking ahead silently without paying attention to the other. After leaving the campus and walking for a while, Luo Xincheng finally stopped in front of a shaved ice shop.
When Fu Zhiheng saw her stop and turn around to look back, he knew that she was waiting for him on purpose. For some reason, he hesitated a little. Perhaps he was not ready to be completely rejected. He slowed down and lingered for a while before walking to her side.
"So slow," she said, looking dissatisfied.
"sorry."
He lowered his head, kicked away a sharp pebble with his toe, then looked up at her, pointed to the shaved ice shop next door, and asked, "Can... I buy you some shaved ice?"
Luo Xincheng was taken aback upon hearing this, and smelling the sweet aroma wafting from the shop, she felt a little tempted.
She started to lean into the shop. "Have you eaten at this restaurant before?"
Fu Zhiheng shook his head. "I've never eaten it before, but I'd like to eat it with you once."
Luo Xincheng rubbed her arms uncomfortably, thinking to herself, "Why is this person talking in such a mushy way?"
"Let's split the bill, everyone orders their own."
"..."
Fu Zhiheng could tell that she didn't want to have anything to do with him, so he nodded dejectedly and silently followed her into the store.
Unfortunately, the shaved ice shop was packed after school.
After Luo Xincheng went inside, she looked around but couldn't find a seat.
But she really wanted some ice cream, so after hesitating for a moment, she packed one up and left.
In the chilly spring air, accompanied by a bleak evening breeze, eating ice cream can actually be a bit too cold for your teeth.
Do you know what I'm going to tell you?
She intently licked the melting ice cream, her feet rustling softly as the new green leaves of the sycamore tree drifted down.
Upon hearing her question, Fu Zhiheng glanced at her subconsciously.
His gaze was momentarily stung by the small, bright red tip of her tongue, which she had extended, and he quickly lowered his head again.
"……have no idea."
He answered with difficulty.
He actually knew, but he didn't want to say it out loud; it felt too cruel.
Luo Xincheng looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt, thinking to herself that she had made it so obvious, yet he still said he didn't know. Was he really stupid or just pretending?
Never mind, it's not important.
She took a big, fierce bite of ice cream, intending to boost her confidence, but the end result was just that her teeth went numb from the cold.
She shuddered, not wanting him to see her bravado, and forced a straight face, saying, "I'm rejecting you. I don't like you."
As Fu Zhiheng heard her say so firmly that she didn't like it, his eyes behind his glasses gradually dimmed.
Luo Xincheng continued, "So you can't like me, and you can't say things like that anymore, understand?"
He pursed his lips, sensing the slight tremor in her voice, and couldn't help but say, "Don't eat ice cream so fast, it'll freeze your mouth."
Luo Xincheng: ? ? ?
She felt challenged. "I'm rejecting your confession right here, and you're telling me not to eat ice cream too fast or my mouth will freeze?!"
This is ridiculous!
She suddenly realized something and her expression turned wary. "Are you trying to change the subject on purpose? I'm telling you, that trick won't work on me. You'd better give up on those little schemes."
Fu Zhiheng slowly licked his ice cream and whispered, "Okay."
"What's the use of just knowing?" Luo Xincheng said sternly. "Did you even listen to what I just said? You're not allowed to like me anymore, understand?"
"..." He licked his lips, watching the ice cream gradually melt, his voice somewhat aggrieved, "How could I possibly control something like this?"
?
Upon hearing this, Luo Xincheng's first reaction was that he was being provoked again.
But when I turned to look at his dejected face, I was inexplicably certain that he was serious and not just arguing on purpose.
She suddenly became curious, "Why do you like me? It's so strange, someone like you would even think about dating so young..."
She had told him that Fu Zhiheng was not the only boy she liked, but only his feelings would cause Luo Xincheng to have such complicated emotions.
She would simply refuse anyone else if she wanted to, regardless of whether they accepted or not, but with Fu Zhiheng, she unconsciously softened her tone.
Of course, she didn't think this was a sign that she liked him. After thinking it over, she could only attribute it all to his usually honest behavior and excellent grades. So she wanted to reject him seriously, trying not to cause him too much harm and ultimately affect his grades.
Once Luo Xincheng understood everything, she suddenly felt incredibly kind, so kind that it made her feel like a stranger to herself.
She crunched the last piece of the ice cream cone, then tossed the crumpled wrapper into the nearby trash can.
After throwing away the trash, she looked around and realized that the two of them had arrived at a small park.
Luo Xincheng had never been here before, and curiously peeked inside.
There are very few facilities inside; all you can see are lush groves of trees and large green lawns, with a few people walking their dogs.
Luo Xincheng noticed that there were several stone tables under the grove of trees, but no one was sitting at them.
She twisted her ankles, feeling quite tired from walking so far, and walked straight over, intending to sit there and finish her conversation before calling the driver to pick her up.
As she walked, she looked around, everything seemed new and exciting. "There's a park here? I've never been here before..."
Fu Zhiheng chimed in, "This is my first time here too."
Luo Xincheng glanced at him, puzzled. "Who asked you?"
Fu Zhiheng: "..."
He silently pulled his shoulder bag to his chest, took out a spare school uniform jacket from the bag, walked to the stone table, and handed the folded jacket to Luo Xincheng, who was about to sit down.
She sounded the alarm, "What are you doing?"
"This kind of stool is quite cold to sit on." He pushed his coat forward a bit. "Here, take this as a cushion."
Used as a pad for your butt?
That's way too ambiguous! Does this person even realize he's about to be rejected?
So Luo Xincheng pushed his clothes away, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.
Do you think I'm afraid of the cold?!
After saying that, he plopped down on the floor.
...
It is indeed very cold.
The moment she touched the stone bench, she instinctively shivered.
But the thought of Fu Zhiheng standing right in front of her made her suppress the urge to move, and she kept a blank expression that showed no sign of anything amiss.
Seeing this, Fu Zhiheng's lips twitched, but he said nothing and sat down as well.
They didn't use clothes to pad the stone bench either.
Luo Xincheng stared at his face and saw that he still had a blank expression after sitting down, and felt a little regretful.
"You haven't answered the question I asked you before." She hugged her shoulder bag to her chest, appearing defensive. "Why do you like me?"
He hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "I...I can't really explain it..."
"What kind of answer is that?" she said, extremely dissatisfied, and some harsh words involuntarily slipped out. "Because I'm pretty? Because my family is rich? Or because I buy you snacks and drinks? Then your affection is far too cheap. You've barely treated me well and you've already fallen for me. How can there be such a worthless man like you? So easily..."
She paused, then suddenly realized a possibility, and her expression turned horrified.
"You fell in love so easily? How many people have you confessed to? Are you someone who falls in love with everyone you meet, and likes everyone who comes along?!"
"no!"
Fu Zhiheng's face flushed bright red.
Hearing the initial belittling, he could only hunch his shoulders and silently endure it, but when he heard the subsequent insults, he could no longer bear it.
"I haven't fallen in love with every girl I meet, and I've never told any other girl I liked them." This was the first time he'd spoken to her so emotionally. "You're the only one!"
After saying that, perhaps feeling embarrassed, he covered his face shyly, "I'm sorry, it feels so cheesy and sentimental to say that, I didn't mean to say it. In fact, if you hadn't suddenly asked, I wasn't planning on telling you I liked you..."
Luo Xincheng glared at him. "Oh, is it my fault?"
He shook his head repeatedly, at a loss for words, and covered his flushed cheeks in embarrassment.
Seeing his expression, Luo Xincheng couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh.
Even when he said he only liked her, she was actually a little proud, though she couldn't explain why she was proud... Maybe it was because making this bookworm, who was oblivious to the world around him and only focused on studying the classics, fall in love with her gave her a sense of accomplishment.
Never mind, it's not important.
She shrugged, somewhat dejectedly, "Whatever, it doesn't matter how you fell in love with me, since I can't be with you anyway."
"..." He sniffed, his voice sounding somewhat sad, "Is it because I'm too dull and boring that you find being with me tedious and therefore don't want to be with me?"
She hit the nail on the head, saying, "Couldn't it just be that he doesn't like you?"
"..."
The answer was too heavy for him. He paused for a moment, then, not knowing where the courage came from, he still wanted to fight for himself. "So what kind do you like?"
Luo Xincheng propped her chin up and smiled at him, but the words she uttered were cold and in stark contrast.
"Anyway, it's not like you."
"you……"
Fu Zhiheng stared at her seemingly sweet smile, knowing that she was deliberately using these words to mock him, hoping to make him back down.
The moment those words reached his ears, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by something sharp. It wasn't a deep stab, but it still hurt—a sudden, sharp pain. Fortunately, he was always good at enduring pain.
On the contrary, the itching sensation that followed the pain, like a scab forming, was dense and silky, making him shiver and making him especially want to reach out and scratch it.
So when he heard her harsh words, he could pretend he didn't hear them, but he couldn't take his eyes off her mischievous smile, not even daring to blink.
She rarely smiled at him so sweetly; every glance was precious.
Seeing that he was staring blankly without saying a word, Luo Xincheng's face gradually darkened.
What's wrong with me?
Why do you only get to the beginning of your sentence?!
He keenly sensed her displeasure, realizing he had been staring at her too much. Embarrassed, he looked away and slowly accused her, "You were... doing it on purpose."
"Intentionally what?"
"Saying such things on purpose..."
He paused, and after a moment's thought, could only add, somewhat incoherently, "You want to see me in a difficult position."
Actually, she was disappointed just now, because his reaction was rather bland, and she didn't see his more out-of-control behavior.
but……
"I still want to know," he pleaded, looking directly into her eyes, "what kind of girl do you like?"
Why are you still worrying about this?
They really do get to the bottom of things, never giving up until they get to their goal.
Luo Xincheng could feel his burning gaze fixed on her face, but when she looked back, she could only see the thick glasses blocking his eyes.
This annoyed her, and she reached out to take off his glasses.
He instinctively flinched.
Luo Xincheng was even more annoyed. She immediately stood up, crossed most of the stone table, and tried to snatch his glasses, becoming increasingly unrestrained in her speech.
"What's the point of telling you? It has nothing to do with you anyway, and my mom doesn't allow me to date early, so stop daydreaming."
He couldn't dodge this time and could only watch helplessly as she snatched his glasses.
With the barrier of the glasses gone, the moment their eyes met, Luo Xincheng suddenly gasped for breath.
She swallowed the rest of the words that were about to come out, and she stammered, which was uncharacteristic of her.
"You...you're mixed race?"
His eyes, which were usually hidden behind his glasses, were stunningly beautiful. Beneath his high, sculpted brows were deep-set eyes with rounded shapes and parallel double eyelids. When he looked up at people, the upward curve of his eyes had a distinct crease.
So Luo Xincheng subconsciously asked him if he was mixed race.
"no."
He looked up at her, his pupils reflecting the less intense sunlight, turning a lighter brown, glistening like a pool of slowly flowing honey.
“But my mother is from a minority group.”
"No wonder..."
Luo Xincheng's gaze was fixed on his face as she slowly sat down.
Because her family's business involves the entertainment industry, she has seen countless handsome men and beautiful women since she was a child, and she is long past the age of staring blankly at pretty faces.
She thought she had long since become desensitized to beautiful appearances, but unexpectedly, she felt a long-lost sense of being amazed by Fu Zhiheng.
Fu Zhiheng's previous image was too ordinary. He always kept his head down, covering his eyes with his slightly long hair and thick glasses. So even though the lower half of his face was quite handsome, Luo Xincheng never thought that his appearance was particularly outstanding.
Otherwise, why wouldn't he show it?
Perhaps it was because my expectations were too low that I felt dizzy from the overwhelming visual impact when I actually saw his eyes.
She fiddled with his glasses, puzzled, and asked, "Your eyes are so beautiful, why don't you wear contact lenses?"
He wasn't used to her staring at him so intently, and he lowered his eyes somewhat uncomfortably.
"Contact lenses need to be changed frequently."
His eyelashes were ridiculously long and not curled; when they drooped naturally, the shadows they cast could cover his lower eyelids.
Luo Xincheng pondered for a moment and then said, "How about I buy it for you?"
Fu Zhiheng raised his eyes in surprise, his eyes filled with a mixture of flattery and trepidation.
But he still refused, saying, "My eyes are quite sensitive. Even a single eyelash that gets in them can cause a lot of discomfort. After they're removed, my whites of my eyes will have a lot of red blood vessels. Contact lenses aren't suitable for me."
But she is much more patient with Fu Zhiheng now, so even if her suggestion is rejected, she is disappointed but not angry.
She cupped her face in her hands, openly admiring Fu Zhiheng's face.
Apart from his eyes, his facial features are actually quite good-looking. He has a smooth face shape, a clear and sharp jawline, a high nose bridge, and nice lips. If he could get his hair trimmed, he would be a very presentable person to take out.
"My glasses..."
Feeling uncomfortable looking at people with his naked eyes, Fu Zhiheng tentatively reached out his hand.
Luo Xincheng blinked and decisively placed the glasses in his palm.
"Thank you." He lowered his head and quickly put on his glasses.
Witnessing his series of smooth and effortless movements, Luo Xincheng curled up the corners of her mouth and suddenly said, "I agree."
He clearly didn't understand, looking up with his hand still on the edge of his glasses. "What?"
She smiled, her eyes crinkling, "I agree to be with you."
His response, which crossed his defenses, left him speechless for a moment, as if he had suddenly forgotten her. "Why?"
"Why so many questions?" Luo Xincheng said nonchalantly. "I just suddenly want to date you, is that so wrong?"
"But you just said you don't like me."
He felt a little embarrassed, not wanting her to think he was too narcissistic, so he tried to be as tactful as possible, saying, "Is it because I'm... not bad looking that you're not so averse to me?"
Luo Xincheng found his conflicted look and words amusing and wanted to tease him, so she deliberately said, "Does that matter? You like me, and you want me to be with you, shouldn't you happily agree?"
It's the same old story; he refuses to talk to me properly and seriously no matter what I ask.
He always considered himself to be emotionally stable and patient, but in front of her, he could never control his anxiety and restlessness.
"But you don't really like me at all!"
The volume suddenly increased several decibels, startling Luo Xincheng. "Why are you suddenly shouting like that? I can hear you!"
"……sorry."
Fu Zhiheng slumped his shoulders in frustration, his head bowing lower and lower.
She looked at the cowlick on the top of his head, and her tone softened unconsciously, "Why do you keep worrying about these useless things?"
"Useless? How could it be useless?"
He really cared about this, and his constant mutterings were full of resentment.
"If you don't like me, why are you still with me? If it's not mutual, being together won't make you happy... Even if we're together now, what if a better-looking guy confesses to you later? Will you leave me then?"
Luo Xincheng: ...
How come I never noticed this person was so long-winded before?
"So, do you want to be with me or not?" she asked bluntly.
"..."
His indistinct mutterings subsided with the wind in his ears.
After a long silence, he looked up at her, his lips parted slightly, and the sound he made was very soft, as if he didn't want her to hear it, or perhaps he wasn't sure himself.
"Miss, we've arrived at Wanze Building."
Unexpectedly, the driver's words interrupted Luo Xincheng's dazed thoughts.
She gradually came to her senses and focused her gaze on the sleeping Fu Zhiheng.
So, what exactly did he say back then?
I can't remember.
Anyway, I just rejected her without any sense of decency.
Recalling the embarrassment and anger she felt when he rejected her, she pouted and poked Fu Zhiheng's arm with the bottom of her milk tea cup without any politeness.
"Wake up, it's time to get up and go to work."
Luo Xincheng poked Fu Zhiheng several times.
The latter remained unmoved, still sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
Seeing this, she pondered for a moment, took out the only bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and shoved it directly into his face.
"We've arrived at your company. If you don't get up soon, you'll be late."
"……Um?"
Fu Zhiheng frowned, letting out a few muffled, drawn-out hums from his nose, sounding husky and coquettish.
He had actually regained some consciousness when she first woke him up, but he was so tired that it was difficult to wake up after falling asleep. After she nudged him a few times with something he didn't know, he fell into a strange half-awake state.
But when the cold mineral water bottle touched his cheek, he was instantly jolted by the cold, and his tightly closed eyes finally struggled to open a crack.
"arrive……?"
After hearing her give a curt "hmm," he yawned lazily.
Perhaps because he hadn't recovered from being forced to turn on the computer, he appeared dazed and slow. After yawning, he rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the seat in front of him for a while, his eyes unfocused and lifeless.
Luo Xincheng's lips twitched slightly as she looked at his dazed expression.
"Want some water?"
She handed the bottled water in her hand forward.
Upon hearing this, he slowly turned his head to look. He wasn't wearing his glasses, so he squinted, trying hard to see her clearly. His eyes were dull and misty.
Luo Xincheng felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. She impatiently shoved the bottled water into his hand and said gruffly, "Even if you're half-blind, you shouldn't be so close that you can't even see a bottle of water, right?"
Fu Zhiheng subconsciously clenched his fingers, and the moment he grasped the mineral water, his soft fingertips gently rested on her knuckles.
The next second, she jerked her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.
He smiled at her as if he didn't notice, one hand supporting himself on the chair, the other holding a bottle of mineral water. He leaned towards her, his open collar slightly bulging as if holding something, revealing a prominent white collarbone peeking out from the deep suprasternal notch.
Was it intentional?
Luo Xincheng turned his gaze away with an upright expression, showing great backbone by not looking in that direction again.
"I only have a prescription of 700 degrees in both eyes, so I'm not half-blind," he said seriously.
Is it over 700 degrees or just 'only'?
Your temperature was only 400 degrees when you were in high school. What have you been doing these past few years that has increased it by more than 300 degrees?
Luo Xincheng opened her mouth, then suddenly remembered that she was still pretending to have amnesia, and immediately closed her mouth again.
She kept a straight face and didn't look at Fu Zhiheng again. After a while, she heard intermittent swallowing sounds.
They drink very slowly.
Luo Xincheng couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of her eye.
He doesn't like to drink water directly from the mineral water bottle; he prefers to tilt his head back to catch the water pouring down from the high-hanging bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing rhythmically with the sound of the trickling water.
He drank it down, one sip after another, until he had drunk half a bottle before stopping.
Luo Xincheng wondered if he was really that thirsty.
But her hand involuntarily picked up the nearly empty cup of milk tea and silently sipped the toppings that had sunk to the bottom.
After drinking half a bottle of ice water, he seemed to have sobered up considerably.
His hazy eyes regained their sparkle and he slowly looked at her.
"Thanks."
His throat was thoroughly moistened with water, and it sounded clear and bright.
Luo Xincheng said "You're welcome" in a very formal way, paused, and began to see the guest out, "What time is your company's meeting? You shouldn't be late going up at this time, right?"
At this point, the driver in the front seat quickly got out of the car, and soon after, the car door next to Fu Zhiheng was opened.
A large amount of sunlight shone in through the open car door, enveloping his entire body in a soft, pale golden halo. He subconsciously turned his head, his ears bathed in the light, appearing translucent red.
He looked at the driver outside the car door, who was bowing respectfully and gesturing for him to enter. He pursed his lips and fell into a long silence.
Seeing this, Luo Xincheng gave the driver an approving look without making a sound.
That's incredibly insightful.
Sure enough, Fu Zhiheng was too embarrassed to linger in the car for too long.
He silently twisted the cap off the mineral water bottle, glancing at Luo Xincheng along the way. Seeing her immediately turn her head away to avoid his gaze, he stubbornly took out a business card from his pocket, placed it on the chair, and carefully pushed it towards her.
"My contact information is here. You can contact me anytime if you need it."
He actually wanted to ask her for her new phone number, but he knew she wouldn't agree, so he decided not to humiliate himself.
Luo Xincheng picked up the business card, glanced at it, and nodded casually, saying okay.
He glanced at her hesitantly, but couldn't help asking, "Will you really contact me?"
Luo Xincheng: "..."
You took my polite remark seriously?
Of course, she couldn't say it aloud, because after asking the question, Fu Zhiheng smiled defensively and said, "Just kidding, it's okay if we don't keep in touch."
Luo Xincheng smiled politely and said nothing more.
He stopped making awkward small talk and got out of the car immediately.
He paused at the car door for a moment, then seemed to suddenly remember something and bent down to look at her.
"My phone number is also my WeChat ID. You can add me anytime if you need to."
Luo Xincheng looked over upon hearing the voice and was about to nod when her gaze was unconsciously drawn to his wide-open collar.
The neckline was already low, and when she bent over like this, her chest was squeezed so much that it looked like it was about to burst out of the neckline, bulging and about to spill out.
Who are they testing?!
Luo Xincheng looked away without changing her expression, feeling a little dizzy.
"Okay, I understand."
"That……"
Hearing her only say "I know" instead of promising to add it, Fu Zhiheng lowered his eyes in disappointment. "Then I'll go upstairs first. Thank you for bringing me here. Please be careful on your way back."
"It's nothing," she said insincerely. "It was just a small favor."
They still haven't said they'd add me on WeChat.
Fu Zhiheng left with deep regret.
As soon as he turned around, Luo Xincheng frantically gave the driver meaningful glances.
Close the door! Close the door!
The driver nodded solemnly, and as expected, closed the door just as Fu Zhiheng was about to turn around.
Turning around, he saw Fu Zhiheng with the car door tightly closed: ...
"Does Mr. Fu have any further instructions?"
The driver smiled at him politely but respectfully.
Fu Zhiheng shook his head, thanked him again, and walked towards Wanze Building.
Inside the car, Luo Xincheng searched for the phone number on his business card on WeChat.
A few seconds later, a somewhat familiar account popped up.
She gasped, thinking, "Could it be...?"
I immediately logged out of the current WeChat account, logged into the account I used before leaving the country, and searched again. After a short while, I found an account that I had blocked four years ago.
...Really? You haven't changed your number in all these years?
Now that you've started working, why don't you register a new work WeChat account for people to add you?
That's so unprofessional!
Luo Xincheng frowned and stared at the WeChat profile picture that hadn't changed in years for a long time, really not knowing how to deal with it.
"well!"
She sighed heavily.
All this lovey-dovey stuff, it's so annoying!
She decisively switched her WeChat account, intending to pretend nothing had happened.
What WeChat?
I don't know, I haven't searched for it. Sorry, I generally don't add people I'm not familiar with on WeChat. ^^
Author's Note: Red envelopes will be randomly given away in the comments section [cat paw emoji]
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Sorry, but I'm just a useless beta.
Li Huan transmigrated into a book.
She transmigrated into an ABO novel and became a cannon fodder beta with the same name, a student with poor grades and no skills.
In his few appearances in the original text, he either joins other thugs in praising the brilliance and prowess of the cannon fodder boss, or acts as the boss's straight man and henchman.
One of the most important plot points she was involved in was joining the gang leader in mocking the most vicious villain in the original book, the omega Su Huaiyou, causing him to become completely corrupted and turn into a thoroughly socially dangerous psychopath.
After Li Huan transmigrated into this world, she originally planned to turn over a new leaf and become a good person, saying goodbye to the gang leader from then on.
Who knew that after sorting through the original owner's memories, it was discovered that this guy had no parents and no money, and his tuition and living expenses were all sponsored by the family of a gangster boss.
Li Huan: Ah, this...
Li, not so tough, nor so inspiring and kind, and unwilling to work herself to death to support herself, decided to continue following her boss and freeloading off him.
Soon, the day arrived when the vicious villain Su Huaiyou completely turned evil.
The gang leader deliberately injected him with a drug that would cause his pheromones to surge, intending to record his wanton reactions after being drugged, and use them for blackmail and amusement.
Who knew the drug would malfunction? Not long after the injection, Su Huaiyou went into a passionate phase, crying and violently smashing things. The strong fruity pheromones made even Li Huan, a beta, sneeze.
"You! Go and mark him!"
Li Huan: ? ? ?
What nonsense are you talking about! I'm a beta!
Why don't you do it yourself?!
...
The gang leader was also an omega, so she couldn't have sex with him.
For the sake of her own life, Li Huan gritted her teeth and went ahead anyway.
No matter how difficult the process was, in the end, Li Huan gained a boyfriend painlessly.
My boyfriend is handsome, rich, tall, with long legs and a nice butt. He has a pretty good temper unless he goes crazy.
There was just one thing Li Huan couldn't stand. Perhaps it was driven by instinct, but every time they were intimate, he would deliberately expose the back of his neck, begging her to bite him.
I'm just a beta! I can't tag you!
What good is biting you if all you do is leave your neck covered in teeth marks and saliva?!
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