Chapter 12 Angry "Break up with him, okay?"...
People in a state of chaos find it difficult to calm down and think about whether something is right or wrong.
Song Luoyun is never clear-headed enough; she can easily sway her judgment based on a few words from others.
Fu Zeming said that he could be the umbrella that shelters her.
But if even he himself is afraid of that person, how can he protect her?
She believed that Fu Huaizhi was the one who caused all of this, so making him give up his almost pathological interest in her would free her.
But now.
She was covered by an aggressive, airtight net.
Will he let her go?
No, it will only get worse.
Fu Huaizhi stared into her eyes, undisguised, his gaze piercing through her clean lenses.
Song Luoyun tried countless times to escape that gaze, but he held her tightly, causing the back of her neck to tense up suddenly.
In my memory, he was wearing glasses that night on the cruise ship, but his eyes were gentle and his lips had a kind smile. It was this kind of look that made her fall into a hallucination and make mistakes step by step.
It's all an illusion.
A smile hides calculation, and gentleness conceals obsession.
This is the real him.
"Since you're here." The person in the main seat turned slightly to face them, with an ordinary smile on his lips. Apart from Song Luoyun, no one else could detect anything unusual about him.
He gently raised his hand to indicate, "Sit down."
Fu Zeming tightened his grip on Song Luoyun's hand, pulling her closer step by step. In such a spacious space, however, an unnamed force seemed to be hindering them.
Fu Zeming walked very slowly.
He paused as he approached the main sofa.
He saw his father, who was to the right of the head of the table, whisper something in the butler's ear.
Then the butler took an embroidered stool from the side hall and put it down.
In the Fu family, only the legally married wife, who is of equal social standing to the Fu family, can sit on the main sofa; other women either have to stay away from the main hall or sit on low stools.
The Fu family has countless rules that restrain everyone who lacks power; perhaps it is in such an environment that everyone's ambition can be ignited.
At this moment, Fu Zeming recalled that a long time ago someone had tried to resist. That person questioned why in the main hall, but was dragged out by the people sent by the head of the family. The sound of the argument came in from outside.
In this household, even the housekeeper held a higher status than any woman without a background. He pointed to the woman who refused to admit defeat, using his mother as an example.
In Fu Zeming's memory, there are not many fragments related to his mother. She was always taciturn, her black hair was not well-groomed, and her beautiful eyes had no light. Such an image was quite unbecoming in the Fu family.
But he knew his mother came from a highly educated family; her grandparents were founders of Kyoto University, her father was a professor there, and she herself had made contributions to the country. Even with such a background, in their eyes, she didn't deserve to sit on the sofa in the main hall.
Later, he never saw that rebellious woman again at the Fu family home.
The Fu family descendants who brought her there were also removed from the family genealogy.
At this moment, Fu Zeming's only option is to make Song Luoyun sit down obediently.
She was someone he brought along, and he was afraid she would be mistreated, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Luo Yun," he called her softly.
Song Luoyun looked down at the low stool, which was much lower than the sofa. Putting aside whether it would be comfortable to sit on it, her perspective would be much lower than theirs, meaning she would only be stared at.
She strongly resented this kind of unequal treatment.
“The Fu family has its own rules, and since we’re here, we have to abide by them,” said the man on the right. He was wearing a Zhongshan suit and his back was as straight as a pine tree.
The Fu family has always valued demeanor and bearing, and even in middle age, they maintain good physique. However, the dignity that has been cultivated over the years has been overshadowed by the younger generation in the main seat.
Song Luoyun's expression was unnatural, and she forced herself to ignore this behavior that was a test of obedience.
She pulled her skirt back with both hands, just about to sit down.
Then the person in the main seat spoke: "Ze Ming."
Fu Zeming looked at him.
He said casually, "It would be rather inconsiderate to make such an elegantly dressed lady sit on a low stool. Come over here."
“Ah Huai.” Fu Sheng frowned. The Fu family had never had such privileges. The rules were set by the head of the family. If he broke them, wouldn’t he be going against the head of the family?
Fu Huaizhi smiled lightly: "This is my territory. I don't like these rigid rules. As long as I'm comfortable, that's fine. Besides..."
"This is the first time Zeming has brought a girl back. I'd like to get to know her and see what kind of girl could make him so infatuated."
His gaze returned to Song Luoyun. He had been watching their movements the whole time, but only stopped them at the last moment, as if he wanted her to know that only he could control the rules of this family.
Fu Zeming's tense emotions did not relax because of his promise; on the contrary, he became even more anxious, fearing that he would make things difficult for them.
He pulled Song Luoyun to sit down, he moved closer to Fu Huaizhi, and she sat on the edge. Fu Zeming also had a premonition that bringing her along today was not the best choice.
"Let me introduce you. When did you two start dating?" Fu Sheng asked, his expression still serious, and his tone much deeper.
“Some time ago.” Fu Zeming held Song Luoyun’s hand the whole time, even after she had let go.
"But we've known each other for four years, but I didn't tell you before because I was afraid it would affect my studies."
"You met at school?" Fu Sheng asked symbolically.
"Yes, Luo Yun's grades were very good, and she has already graduated."
"Um."
Apart from a few heirs, the Fu family will not interfere with anyone's romantic relationships. Even if someone has a chaotic private life or illegitimate children, as long as the news is contained quickly enough and does not affect the Fu family's reputation, no one will care.
Fu Sheng was just doing his usual fatherly concern for his children, and he didn't even realize that he had forgotten to ask for their names until Fu Zeming answered.
That's what he thought, but he discovered that Fu Huaizhi seemed to care a lot about his relationship.
He looked at the girl, his expression unchanged, but suddenly exclaimed, "Miss Song is even more beautiful after dressing up, completely different from how I saw her before."
Song Luoyun felt a chill run down her spine.
Fu Sheng asked, "Ah Huai, do you two know each other?"
"More than that, we have a deep connection," Fu Huaizhi said slowly.
"Dad," Fu Zeming interrupted quickly, afraid he would say too much, "Brother has met Luo Yun before."
He didn't look at Fu Huaizhi, his eyes were fixed on Fu Sheng, and he said urgently, "When we were on my brother's cruise ship."
"I see," Fu Sheng said without any doubt, "So, what do you think of this girl?"
"As long as Zemin likes it, that's fine," Fu Huaizhi said casually.
His calm attitude relieved Fu Zemin slightly, and a glimmer of hope arose in his heart. He was right; as long as his older brother knew that she was his woman, he would not continue to pester her.
“Yes, matters of the heart can only be left to nature,” Fu Sheng said. “I trust Zemin’s judgment. As long as he finds a decent person and lives a peaceful life, that’s fine. Don’t be like that Su family member, Su Qiyao, who made a scene over a woman when he was young and impetuous, and ended up being a laughingstock because he couldn’t control himself.”
Fu Huaizhi laughed and said, "I think the more complicated the relationship, the more unforgettable it is."
“How can someone in business be ensnared by emotions? Women can be a pastime, but once you get emotionally involved, they become a source of trouble,” Fu Sheng insisted.
He sensed many signs of rebellion in Fu Huaizhi's words.
Fu Sheng still remembers how serious Fu Huaizhi was when he brought up the topic of marriage that night, making him think that he would really bring back some random woman of unknown origin to declare war on the head of the family. Fortunately, he didn't mention it again, and he thought it was just a joke he made while drunk.
Although Fu Huaizhi is his son, he is someone cultivated by the head of the family, and his status is even higher than his. He will receive the largest share of the family property because of him, but he is also a variable.
Fu Huaizhi's lips still held a slight curve, but there was no smile in his eyes. He said slowly and deliberately, "The Fu family is the Fu family, not a brothel. Father, do you think Mother would have married into the Fu family if she had known it was a wealthy and powerful family?"
The atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.
Song Luoyun noticed that Fu Zeming loosened his grip on her hand.
Fu Sheng's expression gradually stiffened, and he could no longer maintain his good temper: "I was discussing something with you, when did it come up with your mother's matter?"
Before Fu Huaizhi could speak, Fu Shengxian became furious and, too lazy to even pretend, stormed off.
Song Luoyun had no intention of getting involved in these messy family relationships, but from their conversation, it was clear that their mother had been tricked into coming to this family.
Fu Zeming had told her that his mother passed away when he was four years old, and the most profound memory he had of his mother was her funeral. In that case, her death might be the hardest thing for the children to let go of.
But these analyses only flashed by for a moment.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the man in the main seat had changed since Fu Sheng left. He put away all his polite smiles and took off his gold-rimmed glasses with one hand.
"clatter."
The glasses were thrown onto the table, but they weren't placed securely and fell to the ground.
The housekeeper was about to come over and pick it up, but the man raised his hand and refused.
He looked at Song Luoyun.
She felt as if she were being strangled.
“There’s no one in the way now.” He spoke clearly, “Give me an explanation, Song Luoyun.”
Song Luoyun lowered her head, trying to burn through the ground beneath her feet so she could escape.
The rain outside the window grew heavier and heavier, and the sky darkened early, with flashes of lightning causing it to flicker between light and shadow.
“Big brother, we like each other…” Fu Zeming wanted to respond for her.
But Fu Huaizhi interrupted him with a cold voice: "I'm asking about her."
Song Luoyun opened her mouth, trying to breathe in some less polluted air. Only the sound of rain surrounded her. She didn't speak, and the man patiently stayed with her.
"Me." She managed to utter a single sound, her throat dry and bitter.
She gripped her skirt tightly, hardened her heart, and said, "There's nothing to explain. I have the freedom to date."
"Is that so?" Fu Huaizhi chuckled softly, his voice echoing through her body.
"So what you promised me doesn't count?"
Song Luoyun lowered her eyes and nodded almost uncontrollably.
She just wanted to get rid of him.
But why does he keep clinging to her?
The man's laughter still lingered in the air, a short, sharp sound, but like ice water seeping through a collar, or like a bullet being chambered.
He said softly, "My brother really found a good girl who's full of lies."
The hand holding Song Luoyun's hand almost snapped her veins.
Fu Zeming said nervously, "Brother, feelings can't be forced. I like her, and she likes me too."
Fu Huaizhi, however, acted as if he hadn't heard him: "What should be done about repeated deception and breaking promises?"
The force is getting stronger and stronger.
Song Luoyun winced in pain and instinctively clasped her hand behind Fu Zeming's back, gripping it tightly.
The man's gaze fell on their hands.
Another clap of thunder sounded outside the window.
"elder brother!"
A short figure ran downstairs, his voice shrill, but his movements were unsteady.
The hand finally loosened its grip. Song Luoyun lifted her eyelids, looked over, and pulled her hand out, clenching it into a fist.
The person ran to Fu Huaizhi's side, supporting himself with his deformed legs to stand up straight, his hands trembling uncontrollably. Behind him was an aunt, who, with the man's permission, hugged him and sat down.
Only then could you see that the person was as tall as a child, but had the face of an adult, like someone with dwarfism.
He seemed to have some intellectual disability. He was holding a piece of cake in his hand, but he didn't eat it. He just stared at Fu Huaizhi and grinned foolishly.
"Min Zong," Fu Huaizhi called softly, but he seemed not to understand his own name, only tilting his head and looking around.
"Sir, he heard the noise upstairs and ran downstairs, but we couldn't catch him," the aunt said.
Fu Huaizhi spoke up: "It's my fault. I haven't been back for a long time and haven't been able to spend enough time with him."
"Min Zong has been much quieter lately. He doesn't like playing with his old toys anymore, and he doesn't want to do the training the doctor prescribed. He's only gotten better after we changed to a new plan." The aunt was unaware of the tense situation on the other side and was giving a routine report.
Fu Huaizhi looked at Fu Minzong, his eyes not showing much emotion, but he was a little gentler when he looked at him than when he looked at others.
He added, "As people get older, their habits and interests will change. He's not young anymore, so perhaps we should arrange a marriage for him so he can have a companion."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person who had been sitting quietly suddenly laughed again, his gaze fixed on a certain spot.
Suddenly, he shouted, "Pretty sister!"
Song Luoyun felt as if she had been struck by an electric current, which pierced from the soles of her feet to her head.
Fu Huaizhi looked over at the same time, a satisfied smile curving his lips.
Ask him, "Does Min Zong like her?"
"I like it." Fu Minzong nodded and pointed at her.
Fu Zeming slammed his hand on the sofa, almost growling, "Big brother, Luo Yun is my girlfriend, not someone anyone else can covet."
Fu Huaizhi laughed: "Your marriage needs my consent. Anyone can become Min Zong's partner if he wants. I don't care about your opinion."
"Big brother!" Fu Zeming's eyes turned red with anger.
Fu Huaizhi asked the aunt to take Fu Minzong back. The latter trembled and drooled as he got up, dripping onto his clothes. The aunt skillfully took out a handkerchief to wipe it off, put it back on her person without minding the dirt, and took him away.
The man withdrew his gaze and habitually looked at Song Luoyun. She looked at him with unusual interest, her brows furrowed, but her eyes were moist, as if in disbelief or pleading for help.
Even her expression is captivating.
He would feel heartbroken if she didn't appear here as someone else's girlfriend.
"Just kidding." He stopped smiling, and his forced good mood vanished. "My brother's people are my family. Since they are family, I would never harm them."
But this is not funny.
Fu Zeming gritted his teeth, no longer daring to argue with him.
The other members of the Fu family returned one after another. Fu Zeming didn't say anything more until later in the day when he found an excuse to leave with Song Luoyun.
There were many people around, so Fu Huaizhi wouldn't make things difficult for him in front of them, but that gaze remained fixed on them until they went upstairs.
Only after leaving Fu Huai could Song Luoyun breathe freely. Her heart was beating so fast it was almost in sync with the frequency of the rain outside.
Fu Zeming led her to his room. She stood on the balcony of the suite, anxiously watching the torrential rain, always afraid that the weather might be an omen.
The aunt brought hot towels and warm water, and the heating was turned on, completely dispelling the chill.
"Luo Yun." Fu Zeming's voice came from behind. He was also nervous and sat for a while before calming down.
“It’s normal for my brother to be angry, but knowing him as I do, he won’t hold a grudge against me over something like this, so don’t be afraid.”
Song Luoyun didn't turn around. She smelled the earth and grass outside through a crack in the window. She hated rainy days, but she liked this smell.
Her mind was filled with the way Fu Huaizhi looked at her.
Will he really not mind?
She had already lost the bet in this matter, and suddenly appearing here to receive his blatant mockery was an extremely unpleasant experience.
After a moment of silence, she spoke up: "Zeming, I want to go back."
“Okay, but I’ll be there later,” Fu Zeming said. “My brother and sister are still downstairs. I’ll go talk to them for a bit and then leave later.”
Song Luoyun paused for a moment before nodding.
Fu Zeming answered a phone call and hurried downstairs. Song Luoyun listened to his footsteps and looked at the manor, which was sometimes lit and sometimes dark.
This place is so big, yet it is especially desolate, like a cage that traps people inside, with no idea where the boundary is.
She understood that the Fu family members had things to discuss, but with her around, they could only talk about trivial matters to maintain appearances.
Even Fu Zemin, who kept saying he would protect her, still had to find a reason to send her away so he could go back and fulfill his duties as a member of the Fu family.
No matter how enthusiastic she seems on the surface, she's actually just an outsider.
Just as she didn't have the right to sit on the main sofa, she also didn't have the right to stay here.
For some reason, Song Luoyun suddenly remembered the most uncomfortable words she had heard from Cai Nian.
She said that only families of equal strength and prestige can enter such families; others are not welcomed even if they come.
Yes, the ugly duckling is the ugly duckling; how can we imagine it becoming a princess loved by all?
Perhaps it was the pent-up emotions that were getting to her, but Song Luoyun was particularly downcast and stood by the window for a long time.
...
Even when discussing the serious topic of the family dinner, Fu Zeming remained absent-minded.
Fu Sheng returned to the hall and chatted with Fu Huaizhi as if he hadn't been angry at all. The Fu family had many members. Fu Sheng had four brothers, and he was the eldest among them. He had six children after that, and the entire Fu family had about 30 descendants.
This place is filled with money and power, a place that countless people would kill to enter, but the good things here only exist in imagination, filled with countless dark and damp corners.
After the others finished their business, they all went upstairs to rest. They didn't usually live here, but the heavy rain tonight made it inconvenient, so they had to stay temporarily. Fu Zemin remained in the same spot, with Fu Huaizhi and Fu Sheng's voices beside him. With no outsiders around, they could talk freely about the matter of the successor.
Fu Sheng said, "Your grandfather has always valued you the most. As long as you act in accordance with his wishes during this period, succeeding as the head of the family will be a matter of course."
Fu Huaizhi just smiled and said, "Grandpa's thoughts are beyond our comprehension."
Fu Sheng insisted: "Besides you, the only person Father has left by his side is Fu Qiaosheng. He is not as steady as you in doing things. The only thing he can do is to have a few sons, but the people he raises are either timid or have low IQ. He cast a wide net and nothing good comes out of it."
“In previous years, your father asked you and Fu Qiaosheng to take over two competing brands, precisely to compare your abilities. Over the years, one side has been rising steadily, while the other has begun to decline. I think this contest has already been decided.”
"This battle has reached a point where victory is practically assured. If you hadn't refused to marry the eldest daughter of the Shu family last year, going against the old man's arrangements, you would be taking over the Fu family with your son this year, instead of the current situation where the head of the family is still hesitant."
"I thought you knew which path was best for you, but now it seems you have your own ideas."
After a long speech of persuasion, there was a long silence. Fu Sheng's brows furrowed into a disappointed expression, while Fu Huaizhi remained unhurried, holding the sandalwood bracelet and gently stroking and playing with it.
Fu Sheng could not control Fu Huaizhi's actions. No matter what he said, Fu Huaizhi always had the same expression, and he could not guess what Fu Sheng was thinking.
He often wondered how he could have given birth to such a son. In his memory, Fu Huaizhi was the one who most resembled his mother, with beautiful eyes and eyebrows like her. They were both thoughtful and deep, but never showed it. It was precisely because of this that his mother personally sent him away.
In such a hierarchical family, everyone is scrambling to climb the ranks, but he seems indifferent to the power struggles. Fu Sheng sometimes feels that if something unexpected were to happen, the powerful and wealthy would be the first people he abandons.
But he couldn't; he held in his hands what he had fought for half his life, and he absolutely couldn't let it become that variable.
Fu Sheng left, and thunder continued to rumble outside the window. This atmosphere was too restless and not the best state to look to the future.
Only two people remained in the hall. Fu Huaizhi rested his elbow on the armrest, the sandalwood bracelet in his palm occasionally making a faint "click, click" sound. Fu Zeming looked outside, but couldn't help being distracted by the frequency of the strange noises.
Fu Huaizhi got up and walked towards the elevator.
Fu Zeming quickly followed.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally said, "Brother, has Luo Yun ever had a grudge against you?"
Fu Huaizhi continued what he was doing, but said with a smile, "What, are you afraid I'll bully her?"
"No." Fu Zemin always subconsciously lied in front of Fu Huaizhi. "Luo Yun is my girlfriend. I have to protect her from being forced. If she has done anything to wrong you in the past, I apologize on her behalf."
"She should just tell me herself." The elevator doors opened, and Fu Huaizhi stepped inside, speaking calmly, seemingly not angry at all.
Fu Zeming followed him inside, and then heard him finish his sentence: "Besides, how can you be sure she was forced?"
Fu Zeming was stunned, not understanding what he meant.
If she wasn't forced, then it must have been her own choice?
How could that be?
He said, "I know her. She's not someone who acts without considering the consequences, but I don't care about her past."
Home elevators are slow, and you wouldn't even notice them running unless you saw the view outside the transparent glass moving.
Fu Zeming kept an eye on the fluctuating numbers and then said, "But brother, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."
He paused for a moment, waiting for Fu Huaizhi's response, but he didn't speak. He could only continue, "Luo Yun has recently run into trouble. She's been inexplicably accused of being the mistress of an artist named Liu Yeshan. The online public opinion is particularly unfriendly towards her, and she's even been suspended by her company because of it. I know you have a way to handle this matter. Could you help her?"
Fu Huaizhi didn't respond, watching the scene outside the elevator change. On the second floor, Fu Minzong was playing with building blocks with his aunt, while on the third floor, several young people were drinking and having fun in the lobby. The siblings all had a good relationship, except for him.
Every time he appeared, the atmosphere would become heavy.
Upon reaching the fourth floor, the place became deserted. This was where their parents used to live, but their mother was not there, and their father was nowhere to be found. The vast space was completely empty.
That's how the entire Fu family is; it's his territory, but he's never felt any warmth from it.
His gaze shifted away from the outside world. Only after hearing Fu Zeming's cautious call did he say, "Are you genuinely hoping she'll clarify things?"
“…What?” Fu Zeming was startled.
"She's being troubled by public opinion, but aren't you the one who benefits?" Fu Huaizhi's words were like a snake, crawling up Fu Zemin's spine. His ears were ringing and his heart was pounding.
Fu Huaizhi said, "When her spirit kneels down, your control can stand up. Isn't it your chance to shine when she is misunderstood or limited in her education?"
Fu Zeming suddenly found it hard to breathe.
It was as if his specially designed warm clothes were being peeled off layer by layer, making him feel embarrassed.
Unsure if he knew something, he dared not make a move. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Fu Huaizhi took a step forward, while he remained inside, unable to move forward.
“The roads in the city are flooded, let’s go back tomorrow.” Fu Huaizhi stood at the elevator entrance without turning around. “I’ll arrange for her to stay in an empty room on the second floor, and we’ll be separated.”
The man walked further and further away, but the elevator doors remained open. The person inside stood quietly, looking embarrassed.
...
The torrential rain showed no signs of stopping; in fact, it intensified.
Song Luoyun sat on the sofa, anxiously watching the time.
Fu Zeming had been gone for an hour and a half. The clock was pointing to 10:15. It was raining so hard outside. If he didn't leave soon, he might not be able to leave at all.
The door was finally pushed open, and she saw a man who had lost his spirit. He could still smile at her, but there was no light in his eyes, as if he had something on his mind.
"What's wrong?" Song Luoyun asked softly.
Fu Zemin shook his head, closed the door, sat down next to her, and after a while tentatively asked her, "Luo Yun, do you think there's anything I...did wrong?"
"What do you mean?" Song Luoyun frowned.
She guessed that Fu Huaizhi had said something to him, and he seemed to be in a bad mood, perhaps because she had been scolded. Thinking of this, she couldn't bring herself to say anything he didn't want to hear.
"Have I ever done anything to hurt you?" Fu Zeming looked at her and asked again.
"...No, that's not it." Song Luoyun was completely confused. "What's wrong?"
"That's good." Fu Zeming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
She knows nothing.
She will know nothing.
“I won’t do anything to harm you. I have my own way of dealing with everything I do. You can trust me,” he said.
Song Luoyun, unaware of the background, nodded in bewilderment.
The sound of rain pattering in her ears distracted her from everything else, so she said, "It's getting late, when are we leaving?"
"I guess we can't go back. The housekeeper just told me there was a car accident on the highway outside, and they're doing emergency rescue because of the rain. The whole road is closed," Fu Zeming said.
"What about other routes? I don't want to spend the night here."
“Then we can only take the back roads. Most places are flooded now, so it’s hard to walk.” What she was thinking was Fu Zeming’s worry, but it was really not a good day to go out, and there was no other way. “I just apologized to my older brother, and he didn’t say anything. He should have calmed down by now. I’ll sleep separately from you tonight. If you’re scared, just lock the door. If anything happens, just call me. I’m right next door.”
Song Luoyun always felt uneasy.
There was a knock on the door, and the housekeeper came in to say that the vacant room had been cleaned. Fu Zeming led Song Luoyun there; it was a bedroom with a similar layout to his own. The Fu family manor had countless rooms, and any one of them was two or three times larger than her rented room.
Fu Zeming told her to relax and soon went out with her aunt.
The door closed, and the warm light dispelled the chill of the darkness. Song Luoyun locked the door, and her wildly beating heart finally calmed down a little.
She walked in, and the room, which had just been cleaned, was spotless. A set of pajamas was thoughtfully placed on the table.
I initially thought it was Fu Zeming who had asked the aunt to arrange it, but when I got closer, I saw that there was a bra and underwear under the pajamas.
—That's her size.
Song Luoyun put the clothes down and immediately knew who had arranged it.
The night was as dark as thick ink, and fatigue gradually replaced other emotions. Song Luoyun put on her pajamas and took a quick shower.
She didn't dare wear the underwear Fu Huaizhi had prepared, so she washed the ones she was wearing before and hung them under the hairdryer to dry. With the hairdryer on the highest setting, they would be dry in about half an hour. Fortunately, she lived alone and wasn't afraid of feeling embarrassed.
I turned off the lights and prepared to rest.
But then I suddenly heard the sound of the door lock turning.
I pricked up my ears and walked over barefoot.
One step, then another, and then he stopped.
She saw a shadow under the crack in the door.
A chill ran down her spine as she listened to the clinking of keys. She reached out and braced herself against the door, her fingertips trembling.
The next second, the doorknob turned.
Realizing she was too late, the door had already been pushed open, and the light from the corridor spread into the dark room, bringing with it a chill that made her shiver.
The door closed.
Song Luoyun was already being pressed against by a hard body.
In the dim light, a pair of eyes shone especially brightly, fixed intently on her. Like a black cat, dark red sparks flickered deep within its pupils, its back arched, giving its prey no chance to escape.
"I'm in a relationship."
He spoke softly, asking her in a declarative sentence.
With nowhere to hide, Song Luoyun leaned against the wall, forced to look at him.
"Is he alright?" The male voice was deep, like the lowest string of a cello vibrating.
Hearing no reply, he grasped her neck with his palm, lifted her head with his thumb, and gently pressed his fingertip against her soft chin.
"Brother Fu." Song Luoyun tried her best to remain calm.
She reminded him, "I have a boyfriend."
"And then?" He wasn't afraid, but her words made him angry.
He smelled of alcohol, very faint, which seemed out of place amidst the fresh woody scent, and even his aura was colder than usual.
"What you're doing is inappropriate," Song Luoyun said, her voice growing weaker and weaker.
This approach won't work on him.
He is antisocial and unethical; the more she tries to use this approach to manipulate him, the more he will escalate his behavior.
"Is that so?" He smiled, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"He just wanted to steal his brother's girlfriend, what's wrong with that?"
Song Luoyun didn't know how he could say that so confidently.
Her fingertips were almost embedded in the white tiles, which hurt, but it gave her a sense of security.
He gently pinched her knuckles and used his other hand to move upwards and put it into her mouth, touching the moisture inside.
He looked down, gazing closely into those moist eyes.
"Break up with him."
Song Luoyun's mind went blank, as if he could be swept away by the black hole in the center of his pupils.
The world spun around her, and all she could hear was a sharp, deafening roar.
But that voice managed to squeeze in: "Let's break up."
She didn't react, her silence a silent rejection. The bloodshot in the man's eyes gradually spread, filled with hatred for her useless loyalty.
Unable to tell whether it was jealousy or possessiveness at play, his knuckles dug into her fair skin, his head lowered, his lips tightly covering hers.
"Hmm!"
Song Luoyun opened her mouth wide, but could only be forcefully restrained. He pressed her tightly, bit her tightly, and held her tightly, their chests pressed together, rising and falling in unison.
The hand stopped pinching her and began to roam wildly over her body. It moved from her waist, down to her chest, paused for a moment, and then moved further down, hooking the elastic band.
Song Luoyun had long lost the ability to think, and instinctively blocked him with her arm.
But she was grabbed and suddenly pushed away.
It felt like a quenched knife pressed against my retina.
"She's not wearing anything."
The man's anger burned in his eyes, as if he had lost all reason.
He said in a hoarse voice:
"...Are you waiting for him?"
Song Luoyun felt extremely uncomfortable all over.
He gripped my neck tightly, my jaw burned, and my lips were numb from his forceful kiss.
Her body was burning hot; the freshness of her recent shower was replaced by a sticky feeling, and her eyes stung from the heat.
Moreover, she was exhausted and breathless.
Fu Huaizhi didn't get a response. His reason was defeated by his impulse once again. He grabbed her and kissed her passionately again, almost swallowing her whole.
Aren't you going to answer?
He placed his hand on the back of Song Luoyun's neck, making her look intently into his eyes.
They were very close, nose to nose, their warm breaths mingling and swirling. Fu Huaizhi bent over, looking at Song Luoyun, but his pupils held an abyss.
He disliked Song Luoyun, who always remained silent in response to him.
She didn't like to talk and wouldn't answer anything he said. When she had to speak, she would use awkward language to draw a line between them.
She's not like that with other people.
A peculiar emotion kept nagging at him, and he suddenly wondered what would happen if he pushed her too far.
"You know, men are bound to have their flaws."
His hand lifted the thin fabric, boldly pinched her waist, and gently caressed her between his fingertips.
Song Luoyun trembled.
"Since I beat you to it, I don't mind taking advantage of my younger brother's success."
He leaned down and buried his face in her shoulder.
I took a bite.
"...I'll take care of you."
No, don't.
Startled awake, Song Luoyun gripped his strong arm with her cold hands, pitifully pleading for his sympathy.
"Answer me."
Fu Huaizhi stubbornly waited for her answer.
It seems I want to hear her denial herself.
"No," Song Luoyun replied with difficulty. "I wasn't waiting for anyone. I just took it to wash. I'm not used to wearing other brands."
"Yeah?"
Fu Huaizhi gently rubbed her face in a comforting gesture.
But that hand remained on her waist.
Song Luoyun nodded.
He smiled and said, "You see, I always believe you so easily."
Song Luoyun took a deep breath; she knew that she had only made things more chaotic.
"Next question." Fu Huaizhi slowly raised his eyes, his eyelashes casting a sharp shadow beneath them.
How did you get started?
Song Luoyun's shoulders hunched inwards unconsciously. She dared not remain silent, but her mind was blank, and she could only look at him with her tear-filled eyes.
He remained silent for a while.
He said, as if to compromise, "Then let's change the question."
"Did you seduce him in the same way you seduce me?"
Song Luoyun shook her head.
...She didn't seduce him.
"no the same?"
The sinister hand moved upwards and grasped her slender body.
…………………
“Is that so?” he whispered in her ear.
She had difficulty keeping her breathing steady.
"No."
How about this?
He lowered his head to kiss her, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips.
Her lips trembled, and she swallowed.
"No."
"Or, like this?"
My palm moved downwards, past her waist, then her buttocks, and slowly forward, without any obstruction, surprisingly smoothly.
Just gently.
Song Luoyun's pupils contracted, and she gripped his hand with all ten fingers.
Her muscles were trembling, and without thinking of anything else, she immediately said, "No, nothing happened."
Fu Huaizhi raised his eyebrows slightly, but his hand remained still, obediently refraining from making any move.
He was very satisfied with her answer.
She still asked, "What do you like about him?"
Song Luoyun dared not refuse to answer, but could not find the right words in her mind.
She was thinking that since it was a fake relationship to begin with, if she couldn't get rid of him, wouldn't it be better to tell him the truth?
But she quickly dismissed the idea.
"Get rid of" is a very sensitive word; if he hears it, he will only get angrier.
"Can't say it?" He tilted his head to look at her, with the arrogance of someone who had just won a battle. "Looks like my good brother isn't charming enough."
"..."
"But I'm still angry, what should I do?"
He slowly withdrew his hand, leaving it damp around her waist.
"Unless you break up with him."
He gave the order.
The person in front of me had trembling eyes, with a tiny teardrop clinging to their eyelashes, swaying back and forth.
To be honest, even he felt sorry for her, his eyes shimmering as he gently bit her lip.
His tone also became softer:
"If you break up with me, I won't be angry."
"Break up with him, okay?"
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Author's Note: I invite everyone to watch the true story of Fu Gui's madness.
Love, hate, and heartache all at once—that's men for you.
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A big thank you to the nutrient solution user and the person who threw the bomb!
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