Chapter 1: Reunion at the Summit Hotel, wearing...
At the summit hotel, elegantly dressed people were holding champagne and whispering to each other, and the air was filled with the scent of various perfumes.
Shen Shutong, dressed in a sharp black suit and skirt, walked straight through the crowd in seven-centimeter high heels. She was followed by two capable assistants, their steps moving with the wind.
"Boss Shen, Boss Fu is here, he's over there." The assistant signaled in a low voice.
Shen Shutong did not stop, his eyes cast towards the figure surrounded by several people by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Fu Jingchuan.
Five years.
He wore a dark gray suit, his posture erect, even more composed and hardened than he remembered. He tilted his head slightly, listening to the director beside him. His profile was sharp and distinct, his jawline tense, and his expressionless. Only Shen Shutong knew that when he acted like this, it usually meant his patience was slipping.
She didn't hesitate and walked straight towards him.
The people surrounding Fu Jingchuan noticed the change in atmosphere and subconsciously fell silent, making some space.
Fu Jingchuan turned his head.
Their eyes met.
The air froze for a moment. Something flashed quickly in the depths of his eyes, but soon returned to a calm, still state.
"Boss Shen." He said calmly.
"Boss Fu." Chen Shutong raised his chin. "What a rare guest. I heard that Boss Fu has returned to his roots and is so proud of himself. Congratulations."
The last tone was filled with undisguised sarcasm.
"Mr. Shen is well-informed. However, it's a personal matter and not worth mentioning."
"Really?" Shen Shutong raised an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping over the familiar faces behind him. "Mr. Fu's personal affairs have caused quite a stir. He intercepted my bid right after returning to China. He was quite quick."
"Business competition depends on one's own ability." Fu Jingchuan seemed to have no idea that he had done anything wrong. "Jingjing is new here, so we must have some achievements to gain a firm foothold."
"It all depends on your ability." Shen Shutong sneered, "Fu Jingchuan, stop pretending every day. My territory is not something you can step on just because you want to."
Fu Jingchuan lowered his eyes to look at her face. Five years had left no trace of time on her body, but the sharpness in his eyes was even stronger: "Whether I will step on it or not, you will know after trying it."
The directors around looked at each other, and no one dared to interrupt.
"Hehe." Shen Shutong stood up. "Let's wait and see. I hope Mr. Fu has a good time in Jiangcheng." She emphasized the last two words as a warning, turned around and strode away with her assistant.
Fu Jingchuan stood there, his eyes following her back until she disappeared at the entrance of the banquet hall. The calmness on his face finally faded, and he picked up a glass of whiskey and drank it all in one gulp. The burning sensation brought by the alcohol could not suppress the dull pain in his heart.
Returning to one's roots? Unlimited glory?
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The neon lights of the city streamed outside the car window. Shen Shutong leaned back in the back seat with her eyes closed, rubbing her swollen temples with her fingers. She was exhausted from the socializing after the summit, but her mind kept replaying Fu Jingchuan's hatefully calm face.
"Let's go to Dark Color," she said. It was a high-end, members-only bar in Jiangcheng, very private, and she would go there occasionally to indulge herself.
The lights in the "Dark" bar were dim, and low electronic music was beating on his eardrums. Shen Shutong didn't go to his usual booth, but sat directly on the high stool at the bar.
"Whiskey, neat," she said to the bartender.
The amber liquid poured into the cup. She picked it up and downed half of it in one gulp. The fiery sensation burned into her stomach, bringing a slight numbness and intoxication. She needed this, to numb the churning emotions and the bitterness she was unwilling to acknowledge.
She must be crazy!
"Another one." She pushed the empty glass over.
The bartender poured her another glass. Just as she was about to drink, the high stool next to her was pulled away.
A tall figure sat down.
Shen Shutong didn't turn her head, but the familiar woody scent instantly let her know who the visitor was.
Her body was a little tense.
"One cup of the same." Fu Jingchuan's voice came.
Shen Shutong pinched the cup with his fingertips. Why is he here? The ghost is still there!
She turned her head and glanced at him coldly.
Fu Jingchuan also seemed to have just left a social event. His tie was a little loose, and a few strands of his meticulously styled hair fell on his forehead, softening his hard features. He also seemed to have drunk quite a bit, and his eyes were much hazier than at the summit.
He took the whiskey handed to him by the bartender and took a sip.
Shen Shutong stared at her glass, feeling the fire in her chest burn even more fiercely. She picked up the glass and took another big sip.
The two of them just sat side by side, drinking silently, and no one spoke.
Shen Shutong drank one drink after another. The alcohol began to take effect, and his vision became a little shaky. The emotions he had been deliberately suppressing began to ferment and swell under the catalysis of alcohol.
Why? Why could Fu Jingchuan come back like nothing happened? Why did he look at her with such calm eyes? Why did he snatch her project? Why did she still feel so unhappy after five years?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She took another gulp of wine, and the spiciness of the wine made her cough immediately.
A glass of water was silently pushed to her side.
Shen Shutong paused. She stared at the glass of water, then followed the hand to its owner.
Fu Jingchuan was also looking at her. The mist in his eyes seemed to have dissipated a little, revealing something very complicated, just like the last time he looked at her when they broke up five years ago.
This look instantly ignited all the gunpowder that had been pent up in Shen Shutong's heart.
"Get out of here!" She waved her hand violently, knocking over the glass of water.
Fu Jingchuan's hand stopped in mid-air. He didn't say anything, just looked at her.
"Fu Jingchuan, stop pretending here!" Shen Shutong stood up, her body swaying slightly. She pointed at his nose and said, "Put away your tricks! Five years ago, when you left for money, why didn't you pretend to be a good person? Why are you pretending to be a good person now? Huh? Is the Fu family's money not enough for you to spend? Or do you think it's fun to play tricks on me, Shen Shutong?"
The sound attracted the attention of people around.
Fu Jingchuan's face seemed even paler under the light. He stood up and grabbed Shen Shutong's wrist, which was pointing at him.
"Stop talking!" His voice was a little hoarse.
"What? Did I hit you right in the heart?" Shen Shutong struggled to break free, but he held her tighter. She became even angrier, "Fu Jingchuan, you're a bastard who sells out your feelings for money! Get out of here...you..."
The following words were blocked.
Not with your hands, but with your lips.
Fu Jingchuan suddenly lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.
This kiss was not gentle at all, but carried with it the pain and desire that had been pent up for too long. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, pressing her into him tightly, while his other hand clasped the back of her head, leaving her no room to break free.
Shen Shutong's mind went blank. All sounds—the music, the voices, the clinking of glasses—disappeared. Only the warm touch of her lips and his familiar yet unfamiliar scent remained. She subconsciously struggled, pushing him away, but somewhere deep within her body, fragments of alcohol-soaked memories surged back.
The tenderness and passion of countless nights five years ago overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. Her mind screamed in refusal, but her body, overwhelmed by the alcohol and familiarity, betrayed her will. Her hands, pushing back, gradually lost strength, and she unconsciously clutched his shirt. Her body trembled slightly, her defenses gradually giving way under his powerful assault, until they collapsed, and she even began to respond clumsily.
This response lit the final fuse.
Fu Jingchuan groaned, tightened his arms, and kissed her more deeply and crazily. He almost half-hugged her and led her away from the bar, through the noisy crowd, and towards the more secluded VIP elevator area at the back of the bar.
Shen Shutong's steps were unsteady, most of his body weight was leaning on his arms, his consciousness was blurred, and only instinctive reactions remained.
The elevator door opened, and there was no one inside. Fu Jingchuan took her in and pressed the button for the top floor. The moment the elevator door closed, the only sounds in the narrow space were the heavy breathing of the two people and their unsettled desire.
Fu Jingchuan didn't let her go. He pressed her against the cold elevator wall and kissed her again. This kiss was less fierce than before, more demanding and confirming. Shen Shutong tilted her head back to endure it, with only one thought swirling in her chaotic mind: Is it him... or is it him...
The elevator dinged and reached the top floor. Fu Jingchuan half-carried her out. With a clear goal in mind, he walked straight to a heavy door and took out the room card to open it.
The door opened and closed.
The warm yellow light from the corridor was blocked out, and the room was filled with darkness.
In a dark environment, the senses are infinitely magnified...
There was no gentle prelude, nor was there any need for one. Five years of accumulated pain, resentment, longing, and desire erupted completely at this moment.
All that remains is the most primitive desire and the most complete sinking...
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