Chapter 11 uses the phrase, "Big brother, this is my girlfriend."...
Fu Huaizhi was the first to leave this time. He was like a hunter who was determined to get his prey, so confident that he didn't even need to look back.
Song Luoyun leaned against the tree, watching his back.
The gap between her and Fu Huaizhi was too great. Even when she first met such a person, he could so openly display his desires through a small matter.
She hated this feeling of being out of control.
I also hate that I can't guess what someone is thinking, yet I still have to get entangled with them.
The man's figure disappeared, and Song Luoyun followed, heading towards the cafeteria where she had arranged to meet Fu Zeming.
...
Fu Zeming was not in the cafeteria.
She took a detour and found him just a few dozen meters from the cafeteria. He was sitting on a bench, facing her but not noticing her, typing on his phone, looking rather lost and dejected.
“Fu Zemin.” Song Luoyun walked over.
Upon hearing the sound, he quickly turned off his phone and looked at her with bloodshot eyes.
"Luo Yun." He immediately made room for her to sit down.
Watching her do as he expected, he said, "Have you offended anyone lately?"
"What's wrong?" Song Luoyun asked.
Fu Zemin shook his head. There was something he felt he shouldn't tell her, but she would find out sooner or later, and it would hurt her a lot then. But it wasn't right to provoke her now.
He changed the subject: "Do you know Zhang Ming?"
Hearing two people mention this name in a row, Song Luoyun became a little wary.
He asked cautiously, "What happened to one of our professors?"
“It’s related to your interview score,” Fu Zeming said.
He seemed preoccupied, and his gaze suddenly lost focus as he looked at Song Luoyun. After a while, he said, "Zhang Ming was someone the Fu family once sponsored. The Fu family was kind to him. We are not very familiar with him, but my grandfather and my elder brother have always been in contact with him."
He spoke incoherently, unsure if Song Luoyun could understand his hints. He stopped and observed her for a long time, but she remained unmoved.
His cheekbones tightened, and he tentatively asked, "Luo Yun, do you and my older brother have a conflict?"
Song Luoyun's eyes flickered slightly.
Before she could answer, Fu Zeming continued, "I'm afraid it wasn't a coincidence that you were taken to the club last time. Since then, one thing after another has happened, all related to my older brother. I don't want to think about it, but I'm afraid he's targeting you."
Song Luoyun listened to what he said.
She appeared unresponsive, but she was actually completely bewildered.
One thing after another points to that person.
Even if she didn't want to believe it, she had no choice but to accept it.
Fu Zeming was so anxious that he wanted her to get away from that person—
“Luo Yun, my older brother is unpredictable. Not to mention you, even my father and I can't control his every move. But if you are my girlfriend, then you are also a member of the Fu family. He might give up targeting you for my sake. At the very least, the Fu family will support you, and no one will be able to bully you anymore.”
“…” Song Luoyun refused, “These are two different things.”
Fu Zeming had confessed his feelings to her many times.
The first time was about a month after they became friends. At that time, he had done a lot for her in her campaign for student council president. She offered to treat him to a meal, but each time he secretly paid the bill and then said with a smile that he would treat her back next time.
At that time, she was attracted to his gentlemanly demeanor, which was ingrained in his bones, but she was afraid that he was casting a wide net, so she said she would spend more time with him.
After that, Fu Zeming would always bring up confessing his feelings, even suddenly asking her at class reunions, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" But she disliked this kind of behavior that seemed to have a strong ulterior motive.
Song Luoyun takes relationships very seriously. She won't start a relationship on impulse. She believes that relationships should be based on mutual consent and equality. She will back down as soon as the other person starts pressuring her.
Unfortunately, Fu Zeming's personality was the opposite of hers.
She took a step back, and he rushed forward three steps, forcefully pulling her shoulder back.
He believed she could only belong to him, but feared that someone else would take her away, so he personally drew a circle around her, making her move only within his control.
So after spending a long time with this person, the initial goodwill was worn away by helplessness, and in Song Luoyun's heart, this relationship had already been sentenced to death.
“No, it’s the same thing.” Fu Zeming’s voice pulled her out of her memories.
He remained earnest and eager, busy trying to persuade her: "Your boss dares to be so domineering in front of you, and your mother dares to force you to drop out of school because they think you're easy to bully. You lack a certain status. As long as you're a member of the Fu family, no one will dare to bully you. Luo Yun, I don't want you to be looked down upon. You should be more radiant and confident in doing what you want to do. If you're with me, you can utilize the Fu family's resources and connections. It doesn't matter that you failed your postgraduate entrance exam, but you have other options. I will help you find other opportunities, or apply to study abroad."
Song Luoyun was unable to respond.
This was the first time he had ever truly understood the wildness of the people raised in that family. Knowing that he couldn't control her with just simple emotions, he proposed a resource exchange, which was exactly what she needed most.
But she cannot compromise because of this.
Relationships should be taken seriously.
Since the meal was canceled, Song Luoyun made up an excuse and left.
Fu Zeming wanted to see her off, but was refused. He could only stay where he was, letting his gaze become a lock, firmly fastening to her.
The restlessness in his heart was almost overwhelming his other emotions.
He ran to find Song Luoyun as soon as get out of class ended, knowing exactly which direction her office was in, and he wanted to pick her up as soon as possible.
But he never expected that she would appear under that tree near the office building—kissing someone else.
The Song Luoyun he saw was both familiar and unfamiliar. It was a side of her he had never seen before. She was proactive and passionate. Her face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and she couldn't even control her fingernails as she touched the man.
Fu Zeming was driven mad with jealousy. He knew very well that the man who had pinned her down was Fu Huaizhi, the older brother he least wanted to see.
The scene from that night flooded his mind again. In the past few days, he had told himself countless times that Song Luoyun and Fu Huaizhi had no relationship. She was just a pawn sent there, and she hadn't had a chance to be touched yet.
But at this moment, he could no longer console himself, because the woman he loved had been taken away by someone else.
He couldn't accept it, turned his back, and dug his nails deep into his palms to try and calm himself down.
She was forced; she couldn't resist.
Therefore, he should rescue her.
He should let her stay with him; that way, he can protect her.
...
The temperature suddenly dropped in the evening, and the howling wind tore at Song Luoyun's clothes. She was walking home with an ice pop in her hand.
In addition, the bag she was carrying contained several kinds of snacks: sandwich cookies, waffles, mochi, and nougat.
It was all sweets, and she couldn't eat any dinner, so she could only rely on sweets to heal herself.
Passing by the flower bed downstairs in the community, which is full of residents who come for a walk after dinner, she rarely interacts with her neighbors and no one usually knows her, but today seems a little different.
People often cast piercing glances at her, but they convey no information and instead whisper to those around them.
She didn't pay attention until she stepped into the elevator. Next to her was a mother and child. The child blinked his curious eyes at her and suddenly tugged at the woman's hand, saying in an undisguised voice, "Mom, doesn't this woman look like that mistress on today's trending topics?"
Song Luoyun's head exploded with a bang.
The elevator doors opened, and the woman quickly took the child away. All she could hear was a low voice saying, "Shh, who told you to go online and watch that nonsense? Kids shouldn't talk nonsense."
As if she had a premonition, Song Luoyun returned home and, without even turning on the lights, quickly scrolled through her phone and clicked on the trending topics.
Even now, the word "explosive" is still visible in several posts:
#Liu Yeshan's affair#
#Mistress, you're despicable#
#Liu Yeshan's Studio Responds#
#The fan site administrator claims it was the woman who was harassing her#
#Liu Yeshan's wife: We are divorced#
The photo of her meeting with Liu Yeshan finally appeared online. At the time, he had only grabbed her wrist, but it looked like they were holding hands. Her face was shown in the photo, and there was no blurring of her features. She was exposed to the public like that.
The internet spreads information so quickly that there's no need to even check its authenticity before a flood of criticism has already attacked her.
Song Luoyun tried her best not to pay attention to those comments, but her hands kept turning the pages uncontrollably, her eyes gradually became vacant, and tears just started to fall.
It was as if it had been planned; that scene, that action, her face was completely imprinted on it, pushing her into the eye of the storm.
Even if this wasn't true, she had no company, no channels, and no way to defend herself. She could only watch helplessly as her studio released countless statements that shifted the blame onto her, and she had to bear all the criticism.
Nobody on the internet knows her.
But it does exist in reality.
Her arrival at the company had already sparked controversy within the organization. Everyone viewed her with prejudice, criticizing and condemning her behind her back, wishing her a terrible fate.
Song Luoyun was already very tired.
She didn't want to explain, didn't want to care about what they were saying, and wanted to take a few days off to go back and lie down, perhaps never to wake up again, so she wouldn't have to face it.
She didn't speak to anyone all morning. During lunch break, those people even openly talked about her in front of her, using words like "cheap," "disgusting," and "inhuman" to describe her. She was actually numb to it.
Eva, annoyed by those idle people, slammed her laptop shut, spun around in her chair, and said, "How annoying! Stop making noise here."
She had a strong temper and was highly experienced; after she spoke, the office fell silent instantly, and no one dared to contradict her.
She got up and called Song Luoyun aside, saying to her, "Sometimes the internet is a mess. The situation isn't good for you right now. No matter what you say, it will be misinterpreted. It's better to just ignore it, don't take it to heart, and don't read any comments."
Having been in this industry for a long time, Eva has a clear understanding of cyberbullying, but since she is always an outsider, her mindset is completely different from that of those directly involved, and she cannot persuade Song Luoyun to be strong.
She said, "I believe you have been wronged. Since you can't explain yourself, then call the police and let them check the surveillance footage to see what else the other party has to say."
Song Luoyun nodded and agreed.
Actually, she didn't think she lacked the courage to handle these things; it was just that she was exhausted by the successive blows, and she was too tired to cope with them or face them.
After saying all that, Eva said, "I just received a notification that we no longer need to take on Liu Yeshan's variety show starting today."
"Why?" Song Luoyun looked at her.
"The variety show has been cancelled, it's probably going to be canceled," Eva whispered.
After a pause, he said in a less cruel tone, "The company is afraid of affecting business operations, so we've decided to observe public opinion first. We won't assign you any work until the results are in. Just treat this period as a vacation and don't overthink it."
...
The whole thing is still escalating. I heard from a colleague that the area downstairs has been blocked because Liu Yeshan's fans found out where Song Luoyun works and are rushing over to demand an explanation.
After a day of fear and trepidation, Song Luoyun put on a mask and hat and stepped into the elevator. Fortunately, no one noticed her. Once back on the first floor, she could see the restless crowd outside.
There weren't many people who came; it was probably just a few of Liu Yeshan's biggest fans. But they stubbornly stayed at the entrance, and even the security guards couldn't get rid of them.
She was about to leave through the side door when she heard a voice and stopped to look.
Fu Zeming was outside, arguing with those people. He didn't physically fight, but every word he said was in defense of her.
"You don't even have any evidence. What can you know from just one photo? This is slander!"
"He cheated, so he should be the one to be blamed! You're all women, why are you so hostile towards other women?"
"I don't care where you got this information from, but stop waiting here now, or I'll call the police!"
Song Luoyun looked at him gratefully with tears glistening in her eyes, but she couldn't go over at the moment. She silently looked away and walked towards the small door.
She walked through the familiar parking lot and immediately returned to the roadside when suddenly a shadow flashed past her. The next second, her hand was tightly gripped.
"Song Luoyun!"
It was Liu Yeshan. He was still wearing that puppy outfit, but his demeanor was completely different from when he was last seen. His hair was messy, his pupils were dilated, and although he was holding her tightly, his hands were trembling.
"You ruined me, you ruined me." He kept repeating, his expression desperate as he stared at her. "Please, please help me. I've worked so hard to get everything I have today, I can't let you destroy it all. You have to help me!"
Startled, Song Luoyun's eyes also reddened. She gripped his hand and let go of hers, afraid that this was another trap and that she didn't want to fall into their sordid scheme again.
She said coldly, "Who ruined whom? You're spreading rumors about me, and you still have the nerve to come looking for me?"
She didn't want to have much contact with this person, so she walked away as she spoke, eager to leave this deserted place.
Liu Yeshan stood in front of her, refusing to give up: "Do you think I wanted this? What good would it do me to have everyone think I cheated? I'm the victim here. Because of you, all my appearances have been canceled, my advertising contracts are being terminated, and the company is demanding compensation from me, all because of you!"
Song Luoyun found it laughable.
She disliked talking to mentally unstable people and tried to push them away.
Liu Yeshan continued, "Don't go, you're not allowed to leave! Why won't you help me? President Fu has been taking revenge on me! He not only ruined me, but also my company. He'll make sure I spend the rest of my life in jail. He's so vicious. He won't let me have a good life."
Song Luoyun's lips were pale.
Liu Yeshan's voice was still ringing in my ears.
"Please beg President Fu to let me go. I was wrong. I shouldn't have provoked him, and I shouldn't have provoked you. He's too terrifying. I deserve to die for provoking him. I was wrong, I was really wrong."
He seemed to have been driven insane by the shock, as if a demon had choked him, leaving him only with the ability to barely survive, yet he still used all his strength to ask for help.
His words were like countless swords, piercing Song Luoyun's body.
Having lost the ability to read information, countless tones can only form a few words:
It was all because of Fu Huaizhi.
They shouldn't provoke him; they are nothing but ants to him. With a flick of his wrist, she would be finished.
Song Luoyun pushed Liu Yeshan away with all her might, trying to escape. Liu Yeshan refused to give up, but was pulled away by another person and thrown heavily to the ground.
He suddenly turned around.
It is Fu Zeming.
He kicked Liu Yeshan in the leg and pointed at him, giving him a stern warning. Song Luoyun couldn't hear what he said. Even when he got close to her and put his hands on her shoulders to check the extent of her injury, she still didn't react and let him do as he pleased.
Countless words poured into her ears.
"Where did he touch you? Does it hurt? They're always targeting you. They all think you're easy to bully. You shouldn't be treated like this, Luo Yun. Promise me, okay? I won't let you be sad again."
The sound grew weaker and weaker until she could no longer hear it. Her legs went weak, and she lost her balance.
"Luo Yun—"
...
Song Luoyun has been dreaming.
I dreamt that I was trapped in a dark corner, with a dark shadow chasing me from behind. I ran forward with all my might, but no matter what I did, I couldn't shake off the dark fog until it got closer and closer and completely swallowed me up.
Her heart pounded, but she remained unconscious, watching helplessly as she was sucked into the black mist. Her body gradually deformed, her pupils were squeezed, her limbs ached terribly, and she could barely breathe...
She finally opened her eyes.
A pure white ceiling, a clean bed, air smelling of disinfectant, and the beeping of medical instruments.
She is still alive.
That feeling of suffocation remained in her memory.
"Luo Yun, you're awake!" Fu Zeming's head popped out, his expression joyful. "You were under too much mental stress, which is why you suddenly fainted. You should rest well and not think about anything. I'll ask my family to help handle those matters. Everything will be alright, don't worry."
Song Luoyun nodded, but she wasn't really listening to what Fu Zeming was saying. She was so tired and just wanted to stay quiet.
Fu Zeming continued, “I’ve already had security take Liu Yeshan away. This incident has gone viral again, and his future is ruined. But Luo Yun, I’m afraid this is just a warning to you. If there’s a next time, I can’t guarantee I can always be there for you on time.”
Song Luoyun's head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to explode.
He seemed to have forgotten that she had just woken up, and insisted, "Luo Yun, I know I did some things that made you very angry, but I really like you and can't bear to see you so sad. I want you to give me a chance. Even if you use me, let my older brother know that you are one of my people. That way, even if he wants to do something else, our whole family will not agree, and they will all support us!"
“—Okay.” Song Luoyun suddenly replied.
She was stunned when she said it, her thoughts in complete disarray.
He told her to take advantage of him.
This might be a good idea; after all, Fu Zeming is Fu Huaizhi's younger brother.
No matter how heartless he is, he should let his brother go.
Fu Zeming didn't react at first, and was stunned for a moment before being replaced by excitement.
"Luo Yun, you finally said yes!"
Song Luoyun gripped the corner of the blanket, numbly sat up, lowered her head and remained silent for a long, long time before finally uttering a few words: "...I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize, I'm willing to be used by you." Fu Zemin held her hand, tears welling in his eyes. "Even if we're not really lovers, let's date first, and then develop feelings slowly, okay?"
Song Luoyun closed her eyes, covering the tears that were about to spill over.
She didn't know if she had agreed in the end; all she could think about was helplessness, and all she wanted was to escape this kind of life.
...
The silence in the high-rise office building of the Fu family was broken by the sound of a door being pushed open.
Fu Yuxuan stood at the door, staring at the stack of papers that had been shaken off.
—Oh no, I just finished boxing and forgot to pull back my strength. Luckily, he didn't break the door.
Fu Huaizhi was sitting at his desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Just a second ago he was having a headache over the planning of a piece of land in the industrial zone. Hearing the sound, he looked up, his brows furrowed, and his cold gaze fell upon him.
Fu Yuxuan chuckled twice.
"Don't look at me like that. If you hear what I'm about to say, you'll be even more surprised than I am."
With a slight lift of his furrowed brows, Fu Huaizhi twirled the pen in his hand: "Speak."
"I found out." Fu Yuxuan pushed a chair back and sat opposite him, unfolding his tri-fold phone and handing him a document on the screen.
"Zhang Ming recently submitted his resignation from Peking University and also applied for immigration, and is expected to leave the country in September. However, as far as I know, he does not meet the immigration requirements. The Fu family stopped supporting him three years ago, and his status as a doctoral supervisor at Peking University alone is not enough to support the funds he needs for immigration."
Zhang Ming's academic path was smoother than that of ordinary people. Many years ago, when the head of the Fu family went out for an inspection, an accident occurred. At that time, Zhang Ming, who had just started junior high school, walked several miles of mountain road to bring back engine oil. As a result, he was noticed by the head of the family and brought to the Fu family to begin a twenty-year period of financial support.
Zhang Ming had excellent grades, and the head of the family never mistreated him financially, allowing him to live a life no different from other members of the Fu family. It wasn't until he completed his doctoral studies that the Fu family arranged a job for him at Peking University, at which point the entire sponsorship was completed.
Over the years, Zhang Ming had become accustomed to extravagance. After leaving the Fu family, the balance between his income and expenditure became severely unbalanced. He was once involved in a scandal involving the misappropriation of school funds, which required the Fu family to intervene and resolve.
Fu Huaizhi never believed in abandoning evil and embracing good; evil people are rotten to the core and will never be satisfied.
"But wouldn't you say it's a coincidence? In March of this year, Fu Zeming transferred ten million yuan from the joint account to a recipient surnamed Zhang, whose given name is Ming. Then, on April 21st—the day after the re-examination results were announced—he transferred another ten million yuan to the same account," Fu Yuxuan said.
The spinning pen was put down.
Fu Huaizhi frowned: "Ze Ming?"
“Fu Zeming and Zhang Ming have been in close contact for the past two months. Moreover, he has also been in frequent contact with a lady named Zhou Yingshu.”
Fu Yuxuan lightly swiped his finger across his phone, and the next document appeared.
"Zhou Yingshu, Song Luoyun's biological mother, remarried the founder of Rongsen Group seven years ago and has a son with her current partner. Last year, Rongsen announced its marriage to Ni Shi, but then inexplicably canceled it. Ni Shi was very angry and canceled all cooperation with Rongsen."
Fu Yuxuan didn't say it explicitly, but the meaning was clear.
Song Luoyun's biological mother wanted her to marry into the company, but she did not agree.
"Perhaps that's why," he continued. "Zhou Shuying cut off her financial support to her daughter and even tried to impersonate her to apply for withdrawal from school, but fortunately Professor Liu Yi discovered it in time."
"Fu Zeming associates with such a despicable person, so I suspect that they conspired to instigate Zhang Ming to falsify his re-examination scores."
Even Fu Yuxuan was surprised by the result, fearing that he had wronged someone, so he checked it back and forth.
The result points to only one person: Fu Zeming.
“But I’m quite curious—” Fu Yuxuan looked at Fu Huaizhi with great interest: “Why did Fu Zeming go to all this trouble? Is it because he likes his crush, or does he hate her?”
...
The relationship between Song Luoyun and Fu Zeming has become complicated.
Fu Zeming took care of her for several days. She locked herself in her house, and he would buy three meals a day and deliver them to her door. Each time, Song Luoyun could only invite him into her home. When they were alone in the same room, he would always find various reasons to have physical contact with her.
Song Luoyun would avoid getting too close to him whenever possible, but after it happened so many times, she couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him, "We're not in that kind of relationship, so you'd better not do this."
"I'm sorry, I like you too much, I couldn't help it," Fu Zemin said. "But can't we even hold hands? At least we should be a little more intimate in front of our older brother, otherwise he won't believe us."
She hesitated for a moment, then realized she couldn't refuse.
Fu Zeming said that next month is the Fu family banquet, and he will return to the Fu family manor in a couple of days to discuss the banquet with his brothers. This is the best opportunity to introduce her to Fu Huaizhi.
Thinking about these things keeps Song Luoyun awake all night, never knowing whether he is facing liberation or an abyss.
Everything went according to plan. On the day Fu Zeming returned to the Fu family, he drove from school early in the morning to pick her up, but frowned when he saw her.
Song Luoyun wore only a loose short-sleeved shirt and a jacket, concealing her slender yet shapely figure beneath the clothes. Fu Zeming didn't like her dressed like this; he wanted everyone to know that he had obtained such a perfect person.
I picked her up and drove straight to the clothing store without telling her beforehand.
He said, "Let's change your clothes; it's not appropriate to dress like this."
Song Luoyun only wanted to wear this because it was comfortable: "Forget it, it's just a meal, not a big occasion, there's no need to buy a special outfit."
Fu Zeming insisted, "Consider it a gift from me. Go pick out a set and put it on."
Once again, she felt helpless and controlled. If he wanted her to wear more formal clothes, he should have told her in advance that she had some at home, instead of dragging her over and making her change without saying a word.
But Song Luoyun didn't insist; she just wanted to get through the day first.
Fu Zeming took a fancy to a mini skirt, but Song Luoyun didn't like it. She chose a relatively conservative Chanel-style suit instead. She tried her best not to look at the price, but she still overheard it when she paid the bill. It was worth half a year's salary for her.
The two walked out together. In the sunlight, Song Luoyun's legs appeared even more exquisite. Her skin was very fair, her legs slender and straight, and the line flowed upwards to her waist, revealing smooth, shapely curves. Fu Zeming stared blankly, not even noticing they had reached the parking lot.
Song Luoyun didn't look at him, but draped her original coat over her lap to cover the white patch.
As the car drove away, an insurmountable gap between the rich and the poor began to form.
Located in the main urban area, the Fu Family Manor is like a city-state spread out on lush greenery, magnificent and noble. It is like the residence of British nobles in a movie from the last century that has been brought to life. It is so spectacular that one dares not walk around casually.
The manor has three areas. The head of the family lives in the south-facing area, while Fu Huaizhi lives in the southeast-facing area. Apart from the head of the family and the heir apparent, other members of the Fu family only have one bedroom here, but it is not their own territory. They are more like guests living under someone else's roof.
As soon as Song Luoyun got out of the car, a clap of thunder sounded behind her, and the sky darkened, indicating that it was about to rain.
The housekeeper came to meet her, and she waited for Fu Zeming, but hesitated again just before going inside.
“It’s just a meal, don’t be afraid,” Fu Zeming whispered in her ear.
He took Song Luoyun's hand, and perhaps feeling that wasn't enough, he squeezed his fingers between hers to intertwine them, holding her tightly.
"We're boyfriend and girlfriend," Fu Zeming said, both reminding her and himself.
Song Luoyun didn't dodge; instead, she responded with some force, trying to make their relationship seem more genuine.
As the door opened, one's gaze involuntarily fell upon the person in the main seat. He was casual yet dignified, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of the European-style sofa. He paid no attention to the person who came, always maintaining the demeanor of someone in a superior position when communicating with those around him, even if the other person was his father.
Thunder rumbled outside the window again, followed by a torrential downpour.
Song Luoyun's heart pounded, but he could feel the hand he was holding tightening, a sign of his unease.
"Big brother," Fu Zeming said.
The person who was listening turned their head, still holding a slight smile on their lips, more sincere than a fake smile, more distant than politeness. Their gaze quickly shifted from the man to the woman beside them, and then lingered on their tightly clasped hands.
Fu Huaizhi's smile remained unchanged, but the smile did not reach his eyes. His icy gaze froze the surrounding air, and with each passing second, starting from his hands, he began to freeze the two of them.
"Big brother," Fu Zeming called out again.
His hands were cold, but he realized that the hand he was holding was even colder than his.
The thunder roared so loudly it seemed capable of destroying the entire universe.
Amidst the deafening roar, that sound was not drowned out.
Fu Zeming said earnestly but anxiously, "Brother, this is my girlfriend."
Song Luoyun seemed to come to her senses only after a while.
Suddenly she loosened her grip on his hand, her fingertips resisting as she tried to make Fu Zeming let go, but to no avail.
In her panic, she met Fu Huaizhi's eyes.
It was a warning, it was anger, and it ruined my usual good mood.
In an instant, he didn't even dare to struggle, and his whole body seemed to turn into a statue.
My mind went blank, only the conversation from that time flashing through my mind—
Will you be with him?
"Won't."
—Remember what you said.
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As a member of the Shu family, Shu Weisheng knew from a young age that her future husband would be a man named Lu Chilin.
It wasn't until the night before their engagement that Shu Weisheng saw him. He was dressed in black, elegant and poised, speaking with grace and composure among the elders.
She unwrapped a piece of candy, put it in her mouth, appeared in front of the man, and smiled sweetly: "It's been a pleasure working with you."
Lu Chilin looked at her, smiled gently, and returned her hand: "Happy wedding."
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Shu Weisheng understood the value of this business marriage. He would put on a show for outsiders, but in reality, they would not interfere with each other and would each perform their duties.
Fortunately, her husband has a good personality and indulges her every whim without any limits.
Shu Weisheng: [I lost 100,000 yuan on the bag, can you transfer some to me?]
Lu Chilin: [Card number.]
Shu Weisheng: [I'm not going home tonight. If Dad asks, please help me make up an excuse.]
Lu Chilin: [Hmm.]
Shu Weisheng: [Paparazzi have taken photos of me and him. Send someone to handle this immediately.]
Lu Chilin: [。]
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Lu Chilin knew all too well that Shu Weisheng loved to have fun.
But he believed that she would grow up eventually, and he was willing to accompany her as she grew up.
That day, heavy snow blocked the roads. Lu Chilin was resting in his car, exhausted, when his phone vibrated. He looked down and saw a message.
Shu Weisheng: [I've fallen in love with him. Let's get a divorce.]
That was the only time he didn't reply to her message.
The snow stopped, and I arrived home chilly, only to meet the eyes of the woman who was comfortably video chatting with me on the sofa.
His tie was ripped open by a hand with bulging veins, and a suppressed voice filled the air:
"Shu Weisheng, do you think I have no temper?"
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Later on.
In a fit of anger, Shu Weisheng threatened to divorce him again.
Her lips were covered, and the male protagonist's unusually cold breath brushed against her ear:
"Try mentioning those two words again."
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