Chapter 6 Is This Surveillance?
Su Yumian was forcibly stuffed into Fu Quezhou's car, and the driver stood outside the car, smoking and keeping watch.
"Tell me, why are you hiding from me?" There was a hint of grievance in Fu Quezhou's tone.
Su Yumian just lowered his head and stared at his toes in silence.
Seeing him like this, Fu Quezhou curled his lips in a wicked smile and said, "Why, after having sex with her, you want to abandon her?"
“No, no…!” Su Yumian hurriedly retorted, because if he angered this evil spirit, he would be the one to suffer.
"It's just... no one was willing to go, so I took it." Su Yumian's voice became smaller and smaller, and tears fell uncontrollably.
Seeing him crying again, Fu Quezhou sighed helplessly, reached out and stroked his cheek covered with gauze, and said, "You really didn't take this case just to avoid me?"
As soon as his hand touched Su Yumian, his body instinctively shuddered and he subconsciously shrank back.
"No, I've already promised Director Tang..."
"Then turn it down. You can't go anywhere except by my side." Fu Quezhou interrupted him forcefully.
Su Yumian raised his head abruptly, "No!"
He couldn't let go of this opportunity that he had finally gotten.
"Oh? Why not?" Fu Quezhou grabbed the back of his head by the hair and pressed closer, asking, "Do you think you can hide? Are you afraid of me?"
Caught between a rock and a hard place, Su Yumian could do nothing but cry. Sobs escaped from her mouth: "Woo, yeah, a little bit..."
"hehe!"
Fu Quezhou sneered, then let go of his hair and pinched his chin instead, saying in a low voice: "My dear Mianmian, don't be afraid of me. I've been thinking about you all weekend. Did you miss me?"
Miss me?
Want to know how I die?
But he didn't dare to say this. Looking at Fu Quezhou's expectant eyes, he could only say: "Yes, I, I miss you too, always."
When Fu Quezhou heard this, the expression on his face froze for a moment, and then he felt satisfied in his heart.
"So good." He released Su Yumian's chin, and his tone became a little gentler: "Hey, you didn't even eat lunch to avoid me."
"Uh… huh?"
"Have dinner with me." It wasn't a negotiation tone, but an order that he couldn't refuse.
He rolled down the window and said to the driver waiting outside, "Let's go."
"yes."
The driver drove the two back to Fu Quezhou's villa. This was the first time Su Yumian entered Fu Quezhou's villa.
Twenty minutes later.
"I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I asked them to prepare some of my favorites."
Fu Quezhou moved a plate of steak in front of him, cut it into small pieces, and then passed it to Su Yumian: "Try it."
"Thank you."
Su Yumian picked up a piece of steak that was still bloody with a fork, and suddenly recalled the dismembered man in a suit, and a feeling of nausea suddenly surged over him.
"Why don't you eat?" Fu Quezhou asked coldly.
He was afraid of angering this moody demon, so he stuffed it into his mouth despite his nausea.
But as soon as he put it in his mouth, he felt like vomiting. He covered his mouth and subconsciously glanced at Fu Quezhou. Seeing that he looked unhappy, he suppressed his nausea and swallowed it.
As if deliberately going against him, Fu Quezhou used his fork to pick up a piece of beef and passed it to his mouth, saying in an unquestionable tone: "Come on, have another piece."
It took him almost all his strength to swallow the last piece, and he was afraid he would vomit it out if he ate another one.
"Que, Que Zhou, I, I don't like eating beef..."
"Oh? Really? Then...eat fish."
As he spoke, Fu Quezhou placed the fish in front of him.
Compared to bloody beef, well-cooked fish is more acceptable.
But he found it hard to swallow as Fu Quezhou stared at him blankly.
Fu Quezhou put down his knife and fork, leaned back, and said, "Why, are you unhappy?"
"No, no... that... I..."
Su Yumian forced a smile and tried to explain, but Fu Quezhou suddenly narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Starting tomorrow, you will have lunch with me."
Hearing this, Su Yumian was shocked and said anxiously: "Qiezhou, I still have..."
"Why, you don't want to?" Fu Quezhou's face darkened.
Su Yumian put down his knife and fork, took a deep breath, and mustered up his courage. "If you're spying on me because you're afraid I'll tell others, there's no need to do this."
"Huh! Surveillance?"
Fu Quezhou sneered, leaned forward, stared directly at Su Yumian's evasive gaze, and laughed: "Is this considered surveillance?"
"Well…!"
Su Yumian realized he had said the wrong thing and was about to explain when he heard Fu Quezhou say, "I have someone follow you 24/7, reporting everything to me, keeping track of your whereabouts. That's called surveillance!!"
Fu Quezhou's growl made Su Yumian instinctively tremble all over, her fingers shaking slightly, she unconsciously pinched the corner of her clothes, and shrank back, but she had to meet Fu Quezhou's threatening gaze.
"Que, Que Zhou, that's not what I meant..."
"Then what do you mean? Is it wrong for me to treat you to a meal?" Fu Quezhou crossed his arms and stared at Su Yumian with interest.
"No, no, I said the wrong thing." Su Yumian forced a smile and explained.
Hearing this, Fu Quezhou's anger subsided a little, and he reached out and handed the scrambled eggs in front of him to Su Yumian.
He said frivolously, "Of course I knew you would shut up. After all... how could someone who trembles after a few slaps have the courage to speak out, right?"
Fu Quezhou's eyes were dark, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm. In his eyes, Su Yumian had become a weak, helpless and pitiful mouse.
This cat-and-mouse game was the most enjoyable for him.
His voice was extremely low, with a hint of lazy warning, which made people shudder: "So, don't make me say it a second time, tomorrow you go tell Tang Zhen that you won't do it, okay?"
He tapped the table lightly, his tone suddenly turning cold, with an unquestionable sense of command: "Now, eat obediently."
Su Yumian lowered her head, trying hard to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She picked up the fork with trembling hands, picked up a piece of meat at random and put it into her mouth. It felt like chewing wax.
Fu Quezhou was simply playing tricks on him.
This oppressive and almost suffocating situation made him want to escape, escape far away, so that Fu Quezhou could never catch him again...
He suddenly woke up and pinched his thigh secretly: Su Yumian, are you crazy?
What will your parents do if you run away?
Yes, he has too many concerns, and it is impossible for him to escape.
He was filled with thoughts, but in the end, he could only sigh helplessly...
"Oh!"
Fu Quezhou's expression darkened instantly, and he said in a cold voice, "Why do you look so lifeless? Did I bully you?"
He pushed the chair away, stood up, and moved closer to Su Yumian step by step.
Su Yumian was still unaware, still immersed in his own thoughts, and subconsciously replied: "No, no, I just have other things to do..."
"It seems I've been too good to you!"
Fu Quezhou reached out and grabbed Su Yumian's hair, his face so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.
“Ah! It hurts so much!”
"Su Yumian, I've shown mercy to you today..."
"Qiezhou, I, I was wrong..."
"Why do you always have to mess with me?"
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