Chapter 182 Progress
Fu Yuhua's words and actions, whether intentional or not, carried a flirtatious quality, like willow branches by the river stirring ripples in a pond.
But whenever Li Zhu tried to think the wrong thing, the other party would remain calm and composed, as if he had a clear conscience.
It was as if the ripples were wrinkled by the wind, and the willow branches had not been touched.
During the meal, Fu Yuhua didn't say much, focusing only on appreciating the dishes, as if she really only came to taste the authentic flavors of Haicheng.
Fu Yuhua remained silent, so Li Zhu did not take the initiative either.
The private room for two was so quiet that only breathing and shallow swallowing could be heard.
Until a vibrating sound rang out.
It's Fu Yuhua's cell phone.
Upon seeing the notification, Fu Yuhua, who had been beaming with joy because of the delicious food, subtly changed her expression.
"Excuse me, Mr. Li, I need to take this call."
In the corner at the end of the corridor, without Li Zhu present, a shadow fell over Fu Yuhua's bright eyes.
The shadow hanging over his brow grew thicker and thicker as the report from the other side unfolded.
In the end, Fu Yuhua gave a cold laugh.
"Tell Fu Yushu that the more he fears my return, the more I will insist on coming back. The Fu family doesn't only have him as a son, and Nancheng isn't Fu Yushu's domain alone. If you piss me off, I'll drag him down to hell, even if it means mutual destruction. I just hope he won't regret it later!"
After hanging up the phone, Fu Yuhua's fingers, gripping the phone tightly, turned white at the knuckles.
His chest heaved up and down, clearly indicating that he was quite angry.
After a long while, I finally regained my composure. However, the joking and romantic thoughts I had just had vanished completely with this sudden turn of events.
Back in the private room, Fu Yuhua smiled at Li Zhu and sat down gracefully.
"Mr. Li, let's continue."
Although she said she would continue, Li Zhu sensed that Fu Yuhua's mind was clearly elsewhere.
"Miss Fu, have you encountered any difficulties?" Li Zhu asked.
“Mr. Li is kind, but it’s just a small matter, don’t worry about it.”
Li Zhu didn't press for details: "That's good then."
He wasn't one to meddle in other people's business. The question he asked earlier was simply because of the relationship between Fu Yuhua and Song Ying; it was out of basic courtesy to ask a question.
There's no need for them to rush over to curry favor.
Li Zhu had already put down his cutlery, and Fu Yuhua also stopped eating.
"Mr. Li, you've had your meal."
"Well, to be honest, I'm still a little full," Li Zhu said, rubbing his stomach.
Seeing this, Fu Yuhua finally smiled and pressed the table bell next to her.
The shop owner came over quickly, but Fu Yuhua took out her phone and said, "Check, please."
The shopkeeper immediately looked at Li Zhu, "You are a friend of our master, how can we let you pay the bill..."
Isn't this a slap in the face to the gentleman?
Bringing a girl to his own restaurant for a meal and expecting her to pay—no normal man would do that, let alone a member of the Li family.
“We agreed before we came that this meal would be on me. Don’t put Mr. Li in a difficult position.” Fu Yuhua handed the restaurant owner her phone with the payment code on it.
"Let's listen to Miss Fu."
As soon as Li Zhu said this, the boss breathed a sigh of relief and left with his phone.
Well, he shouldn't get involved in the affairs of young lovers.
As the two came out of the private room, the owner returned the phone. Fu Yuhua took it, thanked him, and said goodbye to Li Zhu at the store entrance.
"Mr. Li, we'll meet again someday."
Fu Yuhua is a free-spirited person.
If you like someone, go for it; if you don't, let go.
Outside of her career, she does whatever she wants. She can drive four hours to Haicheng just to eat a bowl of authentic crab roe noodles, or break up with her wealthy boyfriend because of a song and chase after a folk singer for a date.
The same applies to developing an interest in Lizhu.
At this moment, I'm in a bad mood and don't want to waste any more time on Li Zhu—or rather, I'm not in the mood for romance anymore.
"I have a photography exhibition in Nancheng next week. Are you free, Ms. Fu?"
The sudden invitation startled Fu Yuhua. "Next week?"
"Um."
Fu Yuhua wanted to refuse, but the location of Nancheng... she happened to be in Nancheng next week.
That's all.
Although I've lost interest in romance, it doesn't mean there's no need for contact.
"OK."
"I will have someone keep the exhibition tickets, and I will send the address to Ms. Fu later."
Just as Fu Yuhua finished thanking him, her phone rang again; it was her assistant.
She glanced at it, raised her hand and waved, "I'll be going now, Mr. Fu. See you next week."
See you next week.
Century Square was teeming with people. Fu Yuhua's figure quickly disappeared into the crowd. Li Zhu withdrew his gaze and turned to walk in another direction.
go home.
Li Zhu hadn't initially planned to tell Fu Yuhua about the film festival.
In his view, when it comes to art, like-minded people will naturally meet in the exhibition hall. With his fame, he shouldn't have to resort to giving out tickets to avoid an awkward silence.
Most importantly, the two weren't close enough to invite each other out.
Yes, of course, it's Fu Yuhua from the first half.
Having seen many women and used various methods, Li Zhu has now developed a keen eye for discerning true women.
Although she couldn't see through Fu Yuhua's purpose, she sensed something was amiss and decided to avoid her.
Until the very end.
Li Zhu clearly sensed that Fu Yuhua had indeed lost that romantic feeling for him.
Then we can become friends.
Fashion design is, in essence, art.
Li Zhu felt that giving the tickets to someone like Fu Yuhua would not be a waste.
As the autumn wind blew, Li Zhu's steps became lighter.
However, he suddenly stopped shortly afterward.
Wait, I forgot to ask Fu Yuhua where she lived, and I didn't even get her phone number...
How can we send these tickets out?
At this moment, Fu Yuhua, who had just hung up the phone and returned to the hotel, belatedly realized this matter.
Soon, he burst into laughter.
“It’s just a very common polite remark, Fu Yuhua, you actually took it seriously.”
Shaking her head, Fu Yuhua put the matter out of her mind and returned to the hotel to freshen up.
After drying her hair and lighting an incense stick, she picked up her phone and saw an unread text message.
Ms. Fu, thank you for leaving a convenient address so I can have your tickets delivered. Also, thank you for your hospitality tonight.
Li Zhu
The message was delivered shortly after she returned to the hotel.
There were also a few other WeChat messages.
From Song Ying.
[Good heavens, Li Zhu just asked for your phone number! My god, you're so fast! You even managed to make an iron tree bloom!]
Along with the message came several memes of people staring in disbelief.
Standing in the melon field, everyone is a badger.
Song Ying was no exception.
"That's right, don't you even know who I am?"
After sending this joking message to Song Ying with a cocky grin, Fu Yuhua then reopened the text message box with Li Zhu.
After editing the hotel address, she thought for a moment and then added her WeChat ID.
Click send.
My WeChat notification went off.
Instead of Song Ying's reply, it was a friend request.
[Zhu requests to add you as a friend]
Fu Yuhua poured the decanted red wine into a stemmed glass, took a sip with her left hand, and casually tapped the verification message with her right.
The moment he saw the other person's profile picture, he spat out the red wine he hadn't even drunk yet with a "pfft."
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