Chapter 14 Game: "I slept with them, not the other way around."...
There was no shame in Fu Huaizhi's eyes at being caught, but rather indifference, even excitement.
He had decent self-control, but when he saw her, he completely lost it.
A burning heat surged in his chest, reminding him of the pleasurable moments from the previous night, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Almost unconsciously, I took a step in her direction.
The woman stared at him warily, her ears already bright red, her expression signaling him to behave.
Fu Huaizhi smiled and stopped in his tracks.
Song Luoyun walked past him and strode inside.
Don't think about it, don't recall it; those things aren't hers.
...She should have known that her things would never end well with him.
...
Fu Zeming took her home. He seemed to have other things to do, so he stepped on the gas and quickly disappeared from sight.
He didn't say anything, and she didn't ask anything either, and went upstairs.
Later that evening, Song Luoyun had finished washing up and was resting when she was woken up by a constant stream of message notifications.
All from Fu Zeming:
[Luo Yun.]
I'm at a bar.
A friend of mine came back to China, and I met up with them. We had a few drinks, and I got a little drunk, but don't worry, I didn't do anything inappropriate.
Are you asleep?
You know, their girlfriends call to check up on them, but you've never contacted me first. Sometimes I don't understand why you just can't like me, even though I've done everything I could.
[I hope you can be my girlfriend, even if it's just pretending. I just want to be by your side, to at least have some fun. Luo Yun, you don't know how much I like you, you probably can't believe it, but even if someone doesn't like me, I'm willing to let her pretend to love me, because this feeling is too precious.]
They say I've fallen for you. Yes, I have. I like you, and even if they all laugh at me, it won't change that.
Song Luoyun felt a mix of emotions.
She once asked herself if she really liked Fu Zeming. He was good to her, and even though he had many ideas that she didn't agree with, it didn't change the fact that he was good to her.
She wondered if this was love, but she could only accept being friends with him. She couldn't feel the joy of attraction through physical contact, so that meant she didn't like him.
You can't force matters of the heart.
However, if a month could provide the two of them with the most perfect ending, then she might be willing to grant that wish.
Not knowing how to reply, I simply pretended not to see it.
Sleepiness had dissipated with each line of text. Song Luoyun lay quietly for a long time before finally reaching out to turn on the light and pick up her phone.
Topics related to her trended on social media again, but the tone was completely different this time.
#Liu Yeshan detained#
#Liu Yeshan apologized while crying#
#Proving the woman's innocence#
She didn't want to see that person, but as soon as she clicked on the video, it started playing automatically, and she saw the man's choked words in the subtitles.
“I have no relationship with Ms. Song. That picture was just because we had an argument and I stopped her from leaving. It’s not like what the marketing accounts are saying at all.”
"It's all my fault. I was promiscuous in my private life. I apologize to all the girls I've hurt."
It's like a video made specifically to clarify things for her; every word is in defense of her.
She didn't believe that no one was orchestrating things behind the scenes.
Song Luoyun didn't like dwelling on the past, so she exited the entry but still replied to Fu Zeming's message.
She said, "I will think about what you said carefully. Thank you for your concern about my situation."
The words were a bit formal, but she really didn't know how to communicate with him.
Fu Zeming quickly replied: [Luo Yun, you don't need to be so distant with me.]
She didn't reply to the message, but she couldn't sleep either. She got up, sat at her desk, turned on a lamp, and started writing in her diary.
This habit has continued since junior high school. She likes to record her life, but in the last few years she was no longer as curious about life as before. She only has the urge to write in her diary when something extraordinary happens.
I received another message from Fu Zeming late at night.
He sent a strange message:
[Luo Yun, if I do something wrong, you will forgive me, right?]
Did you do something wrong? What did you do?
While I hesitated, the next message popped up:
I have a bad feeling. I'm afraid that after this month you'll drift further and further away from me. Can you promise me that even if I do something wrong, you won't blame me?
"..."
Song Luoyun asked him, "What are you referring to?"
But I'm no longer receiving a reply.
Fu Zeming asked her a similar question last time, so does that mean he has already done something detrimental to them?
Staring at the phone screen, seeds of unease began to sprout.
This night is destined to be sleepless.
As dawn broke, Song Luoyun was woken up by her alarm clock, inwardly groaning in despair that she had only slept for two hours!
Unfortunately, she still had to go to work, and looking at the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror made her feel even worse.
Fu Zeming didn't reply to her until noon.
It started as something trivial: "I drank too much last night and my friends carried me to a hotel. I have absolutely no memory of it."
After describing his reactions while drunk, he finally responded to her last sentence: "I really drank too much. It must have been something they said last night that made me feel melancholy. Don't take it to heart."
Is that really the case?
She sighed softly and put the matter aside.
...
I worked overtime until 8 p.m. that day, bought a pancake downstairs from the company, went home, turned on my computer, and looked up information while eating.
Fu Zeming is right. As long as she is in China, her family will always have a million ways to deal with her.
Studying abroad is a good suggestion. She certainly can't go to high-cost European countries, but there are some low-cost Asian countries to choose from.
However, most schools have already closed their application deadlines, and after screening, there are very few schools suitable for her, only two remain.
She glanced at the application materials.
Besides grades, competitions, papers, and research results are all important, but her only advantage is her grades.
Focus on schools in other countries.
If she applies to more schools, will her chances be higher?
Just as she was thinking this, her phone, which was on the table, kept vibrating. She opened it and saw that it was still a message from Fu Zeming.
He compiled information on many British schools, sorting them from lowest to highest difficulty of admission. Each school's information included important notes, such as deadlines before mid-month and IELTS score requirements.
Fu Zeming: [I've found all these schools for you. Just follow the order listed above, and you'll definitely get accepted.]
Song Luoyun replied: 【Is this all you've been doing today?】
Fu Zeming: [I can't finish it in one day. Actually, I wanted to tell you this a while ago, but I didn't have the chance.]
Song Luoyun only glanced at it briefly.
She then apologized and told him, "Thank you, but I've thought it over carefully. Even if I do consider studying abroad, I only plan to stay in Asia."
Fu Zeming: [Why? There's not much room for career development in your field in Asia. You can go to a wider world; Europe is the best choice.]
Are you worried about money? Don't worry, you're a member of the Fu family, and the Fu family will cover all your tuition and living expenses during your studies. We have plenty of people who need our financial support; we won't miss you.
Song Luoyun considers herself a very pragmatic person. She doesn't like to integrate into circles she can't access. She doesn't have the ability to develop her career abroad. She just wants to stay in China, find a job, and settle down in her favorite field.
But she also longs for it. She has never been abroad and doesn't know what the outside world is like. If someone could cover all her tuition fees, she would find it hard to say no.
I casually replied with a thank you, and then reviewed the documents he sent, noting down the materials that each school needed to prepare.
Why not give it a try?
She'll try her luck at two of the schools she most wants to attend, and if she succeeds, she'll figure out what to do next.
...
With new goals for this stage, Song Luoyun is very busy every day.
She took over a new program at work, which was demanding, and working overtime until midnight was the norm, but she wasn't given any commission as an intern.
After returning home, she had to constantly prepare various materials while also studying for the IELTS exam.
She worked until the early hours of the morning, slept for two hours, and then got up to go to work. At this pace, she became increasingly thin.
As summer begins, the weather gets hotter and hotter. The air conditioning in the office building is on high power, but looking at the blindingly bright light outside the window, I still can't help but break out in a sweat.
Song Luoyun put on a short-sleeved shirt and wide-leg pants, using her phone case to fan herself. She stood at the crossroads outside the company and received a message from Fu Qiaoying.
She posted a picture with the caption: "[Are you doing drugs?]"
Song Luoyun clicked on the large image, which was a photo taken of her at a company event the day before. The main subject of the photo was the people receiving awards on stage, but she was the only one standing up among the people below, making her stand out.
Although she was just a blurry figure, you could still see her thin, bony body and two dark lumps in front of her.
Song Luoyun:
How could you tell it was me?
No, I've just been too busy lately and haven't been eating properly.
Fu Qiaoying: [No way, your meager salary can keep you this busy? You might as well quit and let my dad find you any job at Fu's. The pay won't be high, but it'll be easy.]
Song Luoyun: [No need, I'll be officially hired soon.]
The young lady doesn't understand the helplessness of the world. She works to make a living, so no matter how hard or tiring it is, she has to swallow her anger.
When asked about Fu Qiaoying's recent situation, she mentioned buying several handbags, traveling to several countries, and having a boyfriend. Her effortless life is something most people can only dream of.
I paused for a moment and saw the towering Fu Building standing opposite.
I think of that cruise ship, that person, and that night again.
His gaze was directed downwards, and I was nearly scared to death.
A crowd gathered by the roadside; some were responsible for holding umbrellas and escorting the person, some for opening doors, and there was even a dedicated driver.
The person receiving special treatment was dressed in a neat suit, his jacket was crisp and clean, and his gaze was fixed straight ahead, but it was fixed on Song Luoyun.
She stopped walking.
While waiting quietly at the red light, I caught a glimpse of a man getting into a car, people outside bowing, and the car lights turning on.
It seems like I haven't seen him for a while.
She was unusually well-behaved for so long after I didn't make things difficult for her last time.
The car drove a short distance, stopped, turned around, and passed by her.
The car window rolled down at the same time, and the man turned his head to stare at her closely.
Whether it was his imagination or not, his gaze fell on the hollow of her cheek, and his brows furrowed slightly.
But he did nothing; the car accelerated and sped away.
Song Luoyun breathed a sigh of relief.
This should be over by now.
After crossing the traffic light, she looked down at her phone and discovered that Fu Qiaoying had sent her a message.
She said, "It's my birthday on Saturday, don't forget! It's in the little villa my dad bought me last year."
...
Song Luoyun only thinks about taking care of herself when she has something to do for leisure or when she decides to put on makeup.
Standing in front of the mirror and looking at my haggard face, I felt as if I had aged ten years in an instant, without any of the vitality I should have had when I was alive.
I rinsed my face and applied extra concealer, barely managing to cover my dark circles.
Fu Qiaoying's birthday party was in the evening. Fu Zeming came to pick her up at six o'clock. He was wearing a workwear suit and looked unusually youthful.
“They all know you’re my girlfriend.” Fu Zeming smiled sweetly, unable to resist turning his head to look at the person in the passenger seat.
He added, "But it wasn't me who told them. Last time I got drunk, I kept calling your name, and they said it was obvious I was having a fight with my girlfriend."
His lips were always curved in a smile, showing that he was very satisfied with the matter.
Song Luoyun turned her head: "It's a promise, only one month. Don't go back on your word again with all sorts of excuses."
"Screech—" A sharp screech of brakes suddenly rang out.
Song Luoyun gripped the door handle tightly, and only realized that nothing had happened and she was safe when the car came to a smooth stop.
Fu Zeming looked at her excitedly: "You promised me!"
"..." Song Luoyun looked at the cars rushing past in fright, still in shock.
She said, "Don't brake suddenly! What if there's an accident?"
"Sorry, I got too excited." Fu Zeming reached out to touch her head, but she turned to the side and dodged him.
He didn't mind; the news he was receiving only excited him more.
Throughout the journey, Song Luoyun didn't dare to speak again, gripping the seatbelt tightly, afraid of another accident.
So the second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to say it until he finally got to the point: "I can pretend to be your girlfriend for another month, as you wish, but we will never be in that kind of relationship. You can't disrespect my wishes... and touch me without permission."
Fu Zeming leaned back in the car and remained quiet for a moment.
Slightly hurt, she said, "Did you think I wanted to date you just to have something to show for my brothers?"
"..."
“I don’t need someone to pretend to be my girlfriend. I want to be with you simply because I like you, but if you really don’t want to, then forget it. Even if it’s fake, I’ll be satisfied,” he said.
Song Luoyun got out of the car, and Fu Zeming stood to her left, extending a hand and asking considerately, "May I hold your hand?"
She thought for a moment, then raised her hand and placed it in his palm.
A band, flowerbeds, chandeliers hanging from the branches of the banyan tree, and shimmering pool surface—this was the grand celebration prepared for the only daughter of the fifth master of the Fu family.
She stood by the flower stand, dressed like a princess, unwrapping gifts, with a handsome blond man beside her—someone she had met the previous week while traveling in Norway. They had only known each other for three days, yet she was already dating him and had even managed to bring him back to her country for her birthday party.
—But soon, Song Luoyun saw her passionately kissing another man.
At the time, Fu Zeming was drinking with his friends. Song Luoyun didn't like that atmosphere, so she went out for a walk by herself and eventually bumped into the two of them on the small balcony on the first floor of the villa.
Fu Qiaoying was pinned against the railing, the sounds of their kisses almost comparable to the pounding heavy metal music. Her slender fingers roamed over the man's muscular body, her body twisting involuntarily, and the zipper of her beautiful dress was pulled down, revealing her delicate shoulders.
Song Luoyun discovered that she had a certain constitution that made her always run into such situations.
History always repeats itself. Before she even left, the man in the kiss saw her, suddenly snapped out of it, and pushed her away.
“…Damn.” She wiped her lips, a look of disdain in her eyes, as if she were not the same person who had been so infatuated just moments before.
The man glanced at her, then turned and left.
"I knew it tasted different; it turns out I mistook you for someone else," Fu Qiaoying said nonchalantly, showing neither the embarrassment of being caught nor the resentment of kissing a stranger.
"Could you help me zip up this?" She had her back to Song Luoyun, her hand raised high, the jewelry on her clothes shimmering under the lights, making her seem to glow.
He added, "You can't tell Blythe, I know you won't."
Song Luoyun tugged at her clothes and easily lifted them up.
Her skin was in excellent condition, without a single blemish, like a piece of fine white porcelain, thanks to the fact that she had been bathing in milk since she was a child.
“You’d be better off not dating,” Song Luoyun said. “When you’re single, you can meet countless men, but when you’re in a relationship, you can only date one. I’m sorry to say that you’re making things difficult for yourself.”
"That makes sense, but why do you think I would want to be in a relationship?"
Fu Qiaoying adjusted her clothes and blew her a kiss.
Song Luoyun pouted, finding it unbearable to look at.
"I haven't dated any Scandinavian men yet. Blythe is famous in that circle; he's tall, strong, and has a great physique. I've heard his size is exceptionally perfect."
She gestured a "2" and a "5" with her fingers.
He clicked his tongue again: "Have you tried it?"
"..."
I underestimated the young lady's open-mindedness.
She continued, "Blythe is rather naive and doesn't like starting a sexual relationship without a clear understanding of the situation, so I'll have to make do with dating him first, and then I can have a taste of what it's like once I've got him—wish me luck tonight."
Song Luoyun: "It seems like you're hurting him."
“Little cutie, there aren’t many people as innocent as you.” Fu Qiaoying lifted her chin.
She was wearing heavy makeup and red lipstick today; even a girl would be attracted to her, let alone the men.
“It’s their honor to date me and sleep with me, how can that be considered harm?” she said. “I’m the one sleeping with them, not the other way around.”
She smiled seductively and continued, "Men are all the same. At best, I'm just avenging the girls they've hurt."
Song Luoyun admired her personality.
Confident, avoid internal conflict, and you can do whatever you want.
Fu Qiaoying spoke up again: "I heard you're with Fu Zeming? Congratulations!"
Someone called her from the side, and she responded with a smile. Before leaving, she said, "He got off easy again. I'll give you guys a little something extra tonight, so you can have some fun."
"Hey." Song Luoyun reached out to pull her, but she dodged to the side.
He took two steps forward, then turned back and gave her a flirtatious wink.
Stepping into the light, she saw Blythe, and then switched to a demure, affectionate demeanor, holding the man's hand.
Song Luoyun was both amused and exasperated.
She felt a vague unease, fearing that Fu Qiaoying might come up with some bad ideas.
Hurry into the main hall, where the lighting was dim, with a crystal chandelier casting a black and gold glow. A DJ was swaying wildly in the center, and passersby were enjoying themselves. Fu Qiaoying liked this atmosphere and had transformed the French-style living room into a bar.
Fu Zemin and the others were in the room, and the atmosphere was similar, except that the four walls enclosed this area, making it more private and ambiguous.
She knocked on the door, but no one answered, so she simply pushed the door open.
Someone at the door saw her and said into the microphone, "Fu Zeming, your girlfriend is here."
Fu Zeming beckoned her over, and someone made room for her, so she sat down.
He introduced her to the family: "This is Su Qiyao from the Su family, and over there is Lu Chilin from the Lu family. The people to my left are mostly from the Fu family. He is my older brother, Fu Yuxuan, who is one year older than me."
Oh, a room full of CEOs.
Song Luoyun nodded politely to each person, but when she introduced Fu Yuxuan, she looked up and found that he was looking at her with a meaningful gaze.
"Ze Ming's girlfriend?" he repeated with interest.
Fu Zeming suddenly took her hand.
He added, "Yes, she's my girlfriend."
"You're suddenly so wary, do you think I'm trying to steal your boyfriend?" Fu Yuxuan looked hurt. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in her, I'm just curious when you two started dating."
“It’s been a while,” Fu Zeming said.
Fu Yuxuan didn't press the matter further. Song Luoyun remembered his question and felt that it was exactly the same as Fu Huaizhi's reaction that day at the Fu family.
The people around them were already getting started on playing games.
First, there's a warm-up activity: drawing cards and drinking. People are more relaxed when they're slightly tipsy.
The first round ended with Song Luoyun in the middle. She was holding her wine glass when Fu Zeming covered it with his hand and drank the wine for her.
After several rounds, it was clear that Fu Zeming was drunk. She dared not let him drink anymore, so she took the glass and poured the wine down her throat herself.
She can't hold her liquor, and ever since that cruise ship incident, she's been deliberately avoiding drinking occasions. But since she's on someone else's turf, she doesn't dare spoil the fun; she said she'd drink, so she has to.
She soon discovered that the following games seemed to be tailor-made for her and Fu Zeming.
First came the toasting ceremony, where cups were filled with wine, and it was crucial that not a single drop was spilled; failure meant starting over. The two of them were especially careful, but their hands inevitably trembled after drinking, and they ended up downing several cups in the process.
Next, it's a drawing and guessing game. You can draw on any part of the body. Some people will deliberately choose special parts such as the waist or neck, but Fu Zeming, seeing Song Luoyun's reaction, can only open her hand and write on her palm.
Some people teased, "Are you a couple? You're so conservative!"
Fu Zeming laughed and said, "Stop fooling around."
Then continue the game.
But they clearly weren't going to let them off the hook in the next game.
The challenge is to bite a cookie. Two people must bite a cookie down to one centimeter without breaking it in half.
Song Luoyun's face turned bright red. Fu Zeming had already taken the cookies and was looking at her expectantly.
"Zeming," he whispered, "I don't want to play anymore."
“But the game has already begun.” Fu Zemin bit one end of the biscuit, tilted his head, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
"Let's finish this game first, then I'll go for a walk with you, okay?"
The surrounding crowd watched with wide-eyed amusement.
Fu Yuxuan had gone out at some point, and another playful person arrived, joining the others in making a fuss.
Song Luoyun bit the other end.
Slowly bite forward.
She couldn't even taste the biscuit; she could only feel the man's warm breath.
Fu Zemin doesn't smoke, so he doesn't have a pungent smell. He also doesn't use perfume; the only smell is the disinfectant on his clothes.
He was very clean, so even his breathing was clear, but perhaps it was too pure, so that she didn't feel any unusual emotions even at such close range.
We're closer now.
The cheering had changed at some point to: "Kiss him! Kiss him!"
Song Luoyun's eyelashes trembled slightly.
I think she should take the initiative and bite off the cookie.
But nothing has been done yet.
The door to the room was suddenly pushed open.
The noise subsided a little, and attention was drawn to the doorway.
Someone called out, "Brother Fu."
The biscuit that Song Luoyun was biting into snapped in two with a "snap".
Fu Zeming looked up at her, but she remained motionless, her gaze passing through him and focusing on the person who had just arrived.
The man was also looking at her. He was wearing a long trench coat, the hem of which swayed gently. He had his hands in his pockets and was watching her calmly, but he was like solidified lava in a volcano.
A chill spread.
Song Luoyun knew that he could see them from his position.
They were kissing.
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