Chapter 15 The Bet: "Be My Woman".
Song Luoyun swallowed the biscuit haphazardly.
She braced herself with her arms behind her back, creating distance between herself and Fu Zeming, and told herself that she hadn't done anything wrong and didn't need to feel guilty.
Fu Zeming was stunned for a moment, then quickly bit off the remaining biscuit and put it on the table.
No one expected Fu Huaizhi to come.
Fu Qiaoying's birthday party invited all members of the Fu family, but Fu Huaizhi never attended, only sending someone to deliver the gifts.
The culprit was quickly found.
Because someone was passing by the door, holding a glass of red wine, leisurely watching the play.
It's Fu Yuxuan.
As Fu Huaizhi entered the room, someone automatically offered him the most central seat, but he didn't go there. Instead, he sat down in the empty seat next to Song Luoyun.
"What are you playing?" he asked slowly, crossing his legs.
Someone answered, "There are several couples here; playing some games can help them get closer."
"No wonder it's so lively," Fu Huaizhi said with a smile. "What's next?"
"If they lose again, make them catch the paper with their mouths."
"Oh? Interesting."
This game is only suitable for real couples. Both people try to catch a piece of paper with their mouths at the same time. If they catch it, they kiss through the paper; if they miss, they kiss directly.
Song Luoyun really can't play this game.
She tugged at Fu Zeming's sleeve, but when he didn't react, she stood up to leave.
Immediately, someone stopped him: "Why are you leaving? Zemin, is your partner such a sore loser?"
“She wasn’t feeling well, so I took her out for a walk,” Fu Zeming said.
"I didn't seem uncomfortable while we were playing, how come I'm suddenly not feeling well now? What a spoilsport." The man had been drinking and was from a wealthy family, used to being bossed around, so he vented his frustrations whenever he was unhappy.
Fu Zeming was very concerned about his reputation, and after hearing this, he couldn't quite keep a straight face.
He grabbed Song Luoyun's hand, wanting to argue.
Another voice came from the side: "That's interesting. How about we play a game?"
Fu Zeming always tried to hold Song Luoyun's hand tightly to express his strong possessiveness.
Song Luoyun was pinched again and was in pain, so she dared not use force.
I didn't have time to say no.
Fu Huaizhi spoke first: "If you win, you can ask me to do one thing; otherwise, I have the right to ask you to do one thing. How about it?"
"What do you want to play?" Fu Zeming suddenly asked.
Fu Huaizhi didn't speak, but started betting at the gambling table in front of him. There were dice cups on the left and right sides, and the surrounding area was a projected image, specially designed for the entertainment of wealthy young men, divided into several betting areas such as big/small, total, and last digit.
He reached out and pulled open the drawer, which was filled with countless chips. Fu Zeming walked to the other side, where there were chips of the same size.
Song Luoyun did not want Fu Zeming to play with that person.
He was adept at everything; it was he who proposed the bet and took the initiative to come; they were completely on the defensive, as if they were destined to lose.
But Fu Zeming told her, "Don't worry, I won't lose."
Then, he looked at Fu Huaizhi with a serious expression and emphasized, "Big brother, I'm the one who wanted to play with you. If I really lose, come at me if you have any problems. Don't make things difficult for Luo Yun, okay?"
He just wanted to protect Song Luoyun.
If he lost, he would bear it alone, and he didn't care about the consequences. But if he won, he could make Fu Huaizhi stop bothering Song Luoyun.
Fu Huaizhi readily agreed: "Of course."
Fu Zemin breathed a sigh of relief, placed the chips on the table, and someone next to him took over the role of the dealer, holding the dice cup and gently shaking it.
Song Luoyun sat next to him. The gambling table wasn't big. When she sat down, her knee accidentally touched the man's leg across from her. She immediately pulled her chair back.
She watched them play, the simplest way: roll the dice, one side is the banker, the other is the player, the banker's score is not revealed, and bets are placed on whether the player's score is high or low.
Each area has a multiplier. The entertainment room doesn't gamble with real money, but it pours out drinks corresponding to the multiplier, which must be finished before the next round ends.
The other side wins when one side drinks until they can't drink anymore.
Fu Zeming has a good alcohol tolerance, but he had already drunk quite a bit, which was unfair compared to Fu Huaizhi who had just arrived.
After playing just a few rounds, Fu Zeming had already drunk two glasses of foreign liquor. His speech became slurred, his movements became more exaggerated, and he was already showing signs of intoxication.
Song Luoyun was afraid that he would get drunk soon if he continued like this, so she whispered a reminder: "Don't go too far."
"What?" Fu Zeming seemed not to hear and leaned his head close to her ear.
Song Luoyun felt the cold gaze from Yu Guang.
I stepped back a bit and repeated it again.
"Okay." Fu Zeming smiled and said ambiguously, "I'll do whatever you say."
The betting continues.
Fu Huaizhi started increasing his bets. He placed bets, and Fu Zeming had to follow suit, until the total amount was almost a full glass of wine.
This is a high-proof whiskey. Even the best drinker can only drink three glasses at most. Given Fu Zeming's current condition, he absolutely cannot drink this glass.
Song Luoyun anxiously grabbed his wrist, but he held her hand back and pushed the chips into her palm.
He said, "I'm having bad luck, can you help me out?"
"I don't want to." Song Luoyun shook her head; she never liked making decisions at such crucial moments.
"It's alright, I'm ready to drink," Fu Zeming said.
It was as if he knew he would lose this round, and he wanted to give Song Luoyun the chance to end it.
Fearing he might lose consciousness soon, he quickly said at the last moment, "Don't worry, even if I lose, my brother will only target me. He shares the same parents as me and won't make any unreasonable demands. Just walk out now, I've found a designated driver. He'll be by my car, and he can take you home."
Song Luoyun felt a pang of sadness, a sour feeling in her heart.
Holding the round pottery shard, and looking at Fu Huaizhi's choice, she bet on the opposite position.
Choose the smaller one.
Fu Huaizhi stared at her, but she didn't dare to look up, focusing instead on the number of points the other player had.
— Two 1s.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes.
They actually won?
Even Fu Zeming was surprised, and after confirming several times, he approached her.
He smiled and said, "I made the right choice. You're amazing."
"...It was just luck."
Song Luoyun turned her body to the side; she had never liked being too close to Fu Zeming.
Unfortunately, he was very drunk and unsteady on his feet. He fell completely off her, pressing his hand on her leg and resting his head on her shoulder.
"Knock knock".
Across from him, the croupier pushed the wine towards Fu Huaizhi.
He held the wine glass, the bulging veins running down his fingers.
He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he sipped the wine, his eyes fixed on Song Luoyun.
Song Luoyun gently pushed Fu Zeming, but dared not use too much force, for fear that he would fall backward.
He didn't react, but instead smiled and reached out to hook his arm around her waist.
"..."
Song Luoyun felt like she was being choked by that gaze and couldn't breathe.
She tried her best to pry Fu Zeming's hands off, guarding against him fiercely.
"Thump."
Fu Huaizhi finished the wine in his glass in one gulp, his eyes bloodshot, but his movements remained slow and elegant.
“Continue,” he said.
The dice cup rattled, and Fu Zeming seemed to regain some of his senses as he climbed up from Song Luoyun's shoulder.
Whether he had ulterior motives or not, he deliberately raised his left hand to touch the chips on the table. And his left hand was holding Song Luoyun's hand.
Their intertwined hands were raised high and pushed forward.
It swayed under Fu Huaizhi's gaze.
Song Luoyun's hand was burning and she tried to pull away, but Fu Zeming also used force and pulled her back hard.
She then realized what was happening.
Fu Zeming was not drunk at all.
He did it on purpose.
Fu Zeming emphasized their relationship, describing it as sweet and intimate, and boasted about it to Fu Huaizhi over and over again.
As night deepened, only a few people remained in the room to watch the play, and the commotion that had been building up in the hall seemed to have subsided, as if only this one gambling game remained in the villa.
Song Luoyun seemed to hear a burst of laughter, coming from Fu Huaizhi.
It was a friendly gesture, as if they were congratulating the younger brother and sister-in-law on their love.
But he recklessly increased his bets.
Ten times, twenty times.
He drank it all down in one gulp when he lost, his eyes remained unchanged, and his movements did not falter. Only the smear of liquor on his lips proved that he had drunk glass after glass of foreign liquor.
Playing like this, Fu Zeming can only last three rounds.
After taking the last sip of wine, he seemed to lose all his strength and slumped onto the table, breathing heavily.
"Stop playing," Song Luoyun whispered to him.
If this continues, someone will die.
"I'm... fine," Fu Zemin said with difficulty.
But he couldn't lift his head at all; his body went limp, and he slid down.
Song Luoyun quickly caught him, not caring about anything else, and only felt relieved after confirming that he was still breathing steadily.
But she found that no one else around him cared about his condition.
The dealer collected all the chips and said to Fu Huaizhi with satisfaction, "You won. These two young lovers are yours to do as you please."
But someone nearby joked, "Ze Ming has fallen, so his little wife will be left without anyone to protect her, right? Fu Huaizhi, you can't be that much of a beast, can you?"
A constant stream of teasing voices poured in, and Song Luoyun's lips turned white as she helplessly clung to Fu Zeming.
Although he did many things she didn't approve of, she had to admit that she only felt more at ease when he was around.
They tried their best to lift him up, grabbed his waist, and moved him little by little toward the door.
Someone came over and tried to help carry her away, but she refused and insisted on leaving with Fu Zeming.
The gambling game ended, and the young masters, finding it uninteresting, turned and left.
With only three people left, Song Luoyun didn't turn around. Looking at the door, which was only a meter away, she quickened her pace.
Unfortunately, it was still too slow.
The man approached, easily grabbing her arm and pulling her back.
She let go of his hand, and Fu Zeming fell forward, only to be pushed out the door by another hand that reached out.
"Bang--"
The room door is closed.
"Thump."
The person outside the door fell to the ground.
Song Luoyun was terrified. Overwhelmed by emotion, she anxiously said to Fu Huaizhi, "Why did you push him? He's unconscious! It's very painful for him to fall like that; he could die!"
She wanted to go out to check on Fu Zeming's condition, but both her arms were held down and pressed heavily against the door.
The man's eyes were as black as charcoal. He was also drunk, and his cold gaze was sharper than ever before, like a knife.
"You only have eyes for him? He's in pain, but don't I feel the same way? You expect me to watch you two flaunt your love and kiss right in front of me, and you expect me to give you my blessing?" He grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest with such force that she almost slammed into it.
"I'm in so much pain here, I feel like I'm dying, and you, do you even feel a little bit sorry for me?"
...Who's really hanging around in front of whom? Didn't he just suddenly appear in front of them? How could he have the nerve to turn things upside down?
Anger overwhelmed all other emotions. Song Luoyun shoved him and yelled, "Are you crazy?!"
Fu Huaizhi was taken aback at first.
He then let out a cold laugh, a chill running through his body as he clearly sensed the impending danger.
He gripped her hand tightly above his head, pressing his knee against her legs, leaving her no chance to struggle.
"Yes, I am sick. Don't you know that? You have to coax patients, otherwise you have no idea what they might do."
No, you—
Song Luoyun opened her mouth to curse, but was frightened by the dark mist pressing down on her and turned her head away, clenching her teeth to prevent the man from taking advantage of her.
His kiss landed on her neck, then moved upwards to bite her earlobe.
Song Luoyun's tears had already fallen.
The ability to breathe allowed her to remain conscious; she could feel the man's soft tongue slowly licking and biting, his trembling breath spraying against her ear. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
"Brother Fu..." she called out softly, her breath coming in short gasps.
But her weak voice couldn't bring the man back to his senses. He turned his head and kissed her lips directly.
The strong taste of alcohol exploded in his mouth. Song Luoyun had already drunk quite a lot of alcohol, and with him stirring it so violently, he felt as if he were being soaked in a jar of alcohol, his nerves being constantly eroded.
Fu Huaizhi's movements became more and more intense, biting her lips and striking her teeth, the soft sounds of kisses echoing in the quiet space.
Then, at a certain moment, she heard a loud knocking on the door.
"Luo Yun, Luo Yun, open the door quickly, I, I'm here."
It was Fu Zeming's voice.
He had somehow regained consciousness and was now pounding on the door violently.
Song Luoyun fully regained consciousness and tried to pry open the doorknob while Fu Huaizhi was in a daze.
But as soon as she twisted her hand downwards, the man's palm had already grasped hers.
With a loud bang, he pressed her down and slammed her against the door that had just been opened a crack.
Song Luoyun's waist was stuck in the handle, but she didn't feel the pain she had expected because Fu Huaizhi's hand was protecting that spot, blocking the hard steel.
Her hands, which were resting on her waist, instantly turned icy cold, and she dared not move again.
But behind him came a series of loud knocks on the door.
"Aren't you curious how someone who's completely drunk can know exactly when we're kissing?" Fu Huaizhi looked at her, his lips, which were already swollen and engorged, now had a layer of white on them.
The coldness of that hand continued to intensify, and Song Luoyun dared not press down on it any longer, slowly moving to the side.
Fu Huaizhi pulled his hand away, and she looked down at it, then immediately looked away in fright.
A bruise had appeared on the back of my hand, with redness and slight swelling at the knuckles.
"Feeling sorry for me?" He raised an eyebrow, a hint of joy in his voice that he had never seen before.
Song Luoyun tried her best to make her eyes look more resolute and not reveal her emotions.
Fu Huaizhi lifted her head, the tenderness in his eyes vanishing: "He pretended to be drunk, and you were heartbroken, but when I got hurt because of you, you didn't feel any sympathy at all?"
"He wasn't faking it."
Song Luoyun stared at him, and for some reason, she blurted out those words.
As it turned out, she always had the ability to easily provoke Fu Huaizhi's anger. He couldn't stand her talking to others, and he couldn't stand the fact that there were always unimportant people around her.
"Not faking it? Do you think you can lift a 1.8-meter-tall man with your small frame? Or do you think he could still stand upright even when he's unconscious?" Fu Huaizhi's voice was very low.
Song Luoyun also had her doubts. She left with Fu Zeming more easily than she had imagined, but she wouldn't doubt him, and she couldn't understand his motives for doing so.
Fu Huaizhi remained calm and told her the truth in detail: "When he's drunk, he can lean on you, he can hug you, touch you, take you away, and then he can sleep with you, and he'll have an excuse."
"No." Song Luoyun hated him intensely; he always so easily slandered someone with his words.
"He's not like that, don't be ridiculous—"
“Why not? Men are base at heart. Under the influence of alcohol and sex, who can remain calm?” Fu Huaizhi told her.
Song Luoyun was furious: "Stop talking! He's your brother!"
"Yes, he is my own brother, so no one knows the wickedness of this family better than me."
Fu Huaizhi pinched her cheek; he was truly drunk, his breath reeking of alcohol: "Only you think he's good? Do you want me to tell you all the things he's done? He—"
The words inside seemed to travel through the door, and the person outside, as if suddenly realizing what was happening, pounded on it even harder.
"Luo Yun, are you alright? Don't be afraid! I've already called them over."
Song Luoyun's mood plummeted.
You don't need to know what a person is like through what others say; she has her own judgment.
“Brother Fu,” Song Luoyun interrupted him.
But she couldn't look at him and ask, "What should I do for you to let me go?"
Fu Huaizhi suddenly smiled.
She's so naive.
And stupid.
Even if he tells her the truth, she'll probably think he's trying to sow discord.
I gently ran my fingertips across her face. She had lost so much weight; the hollows in her skin were always so unsightly.
He didn't answer her question, but instead chatted casually, saying, "Do you know what the price he'll pay for the bet he made tonight?"
"..."
"I'm thinking, how about we make him pay the price with his studies, so he can't study medicine anymore? Is that okay?"
Song Luoyun really wanted to slap him.
Why does he always like to ruin others with such easy means?
But she didn't dare.
The toughest thing I could do was glare at him with a resentful expression.
"You disagree?" Fu Huaizhi disliked her gaze.
She has such beautiful eyes, yet she always uses them to hate him.
"Then think about it, break up with him, become my woman, and I'll let him go."
"This is between you two," Song Luoyun said softly.
Fu Huaizhi just smiled and said, "That's fine then. I'll make him drop out of school tomorrow."
"..."
Song Luoyun grabbed his arm.
How could Fu Huaizhi not know her personality? She only uses her intelligence for studying; her emotional intelligence is extremely low. She can't see the good or bad in the people around her, so naturally she wouldn't know that he was helping her take revenge on that person.
He wondered what she would do if she knew the truth.
He said, "Have you thought it through?"
Song Luoyun looked at him: "You can only have one request, but you've said two, so I can agree to your request to break up with him..."
“Fine, then I’ll make you mine, and we can stay together.” The man smiled elegantly. “That will only mean I have to share a woman with my brother. But I’m very jealous. If my brother touches you, I’ll cut that part off and make it into a specimen.”
Neuropathy!
Shameless!
The knocking at the door suddenly stopped, followed by hurried footsteps.
The people in the hall were startled by the commotion and rushed over to check, but Fu Zeming remained silent.
Song Luoyun was worried they might suddenly push the door open, so she busied herself checking the lock. Fu Huaizhi, however, seemed unconcerned and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, he won't let us be discovered."
She didn't react. He watched quietly, knowing full well that with her intelligence, she couldn't possibly understand.
"You're his girlfriend, but you're with me. What will they think?" He wrapped his arms around her waist, inhaling her scent. "They'll say he can't control himself, they'll pity him, but how could someone as proud as him agree to this?"
Fu Zeming's voice came from outside:
"No, it's nothing, I was just drunk, sorry."
Calmness quickly returned.
Fu Huaizhi lowered his head and kissed the person in his arms.
He liked it when she didn't struggle.
The only drawback was that she never responded to him.
Clearly, she didn't reject physical intimacy with him.
Then another knock came, this time softly, as if afraid of disturbing others.
Fu Huaizhi released her.
He patted her head and said:
"I'm not in a hurry, I'll give you some time to think it over."
"But don't let me down, my patience only lasts a week."
The door opened.
The outdoor lights illuminated their faces.
Their faces were flushed, and there were consistent hickeys on the corners of their lips.
Fu Zeming, leaning against the wall, witnessed this scene.
He opened his mouth, and the fire inside his chest continued to burn.
He couldn't describe the feeling.
His girlfriend was kissing another man, just a door away from him.
“Luo Yun…”
He called out softly, his voice trembling.
Song Luoyun looked at him, her eyes suddenly stinging, and she took two steps forward.
Fu Zeming staggered after him.
As the party progressed into its second half, few people remained at the villa. The DJ had also left, leaving only music playing. The birthday girl and her boyfriend were nowhere to be seen, but the passage to the second floor was locked, and no one knew what kind of things were going on upstairs.
Song Luoyun did not ride in Fu Zeming's car.
While she was waiting for a taxi by the roadside, Fu Zeming rushed over and called out to her several times, asking him to take her home.
Song Luoyun said, "No need."
The next sentence is: "...I'm sorry."
Fu Zeming was stunned.
How could he bear to blame her? She was forced into it; she should hate herself for not protecting her own people.
He opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.
I heard her voice: "I'm sorry, I think we can't go on like this anymore."
“I don’t mind!” he quickly said.
No matter what, you must hold on to her tightly.
“No, I would feel sorry for you, and I don’t want to live like this anymore,” Song Luoyun insisted.
Fu Zeming was especially anxious, grabbing her arm: "I don't mind, really, I just want you by my side, you can't leave me."
The car has arrived.
Song Luoyun took a step back and pleaded, "Please let me calm down, please."
Once in the car, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to say goodbye. The car turned around and passed through the villa's garden, where two people stood, their eyes following her.
She closed the car window, turned her head, and didn't want to see the people over there.
...
In the garden, two tall figures stood like two ancient bells.
Fu Yuxuan watched the car drive away.
Then look at the person at the door.
He sat on the bench, looking lost and bewildered, not even reacting when the designated driver drove up.
Fu Yuxuan couldn't help but marvel at the darkness in Fu Huaizhi's heart.
These two little kids are nowhere near as good as him.
"She's pretty bold, daring to be intimate with someone else right in front of you." He lit a cigarette.
Furthermore, ask, "When did you find out?"
“Last week,” Fu Huaizhi said calmly.
"No wonder you suddenly asked me if it's immoral to steal your brother's girlfriend." Fu Yuxuan suddenly forgave Fu Huaizhi's crazy remarks that day. After all, nothing is more exciting than gossiping.
He said, "How about that? I was pretty punctual in calling you over tonight, wasn't I?"
Fu Huaizhi stared at the person being helped into the car on the other side, without saying a word.
He hadn't planned to come to this kind of party, but perhaps because his work had gone smoothly today, he changed his route on his way home from the company and rushed over.
At that time, Fu Yuxuan was in the courtyard with a look on his face that said, "I knew you would come."
He went over and was told, "She's having a good time over there with her new boyfriend."
He paused, then hurried over.
"I was thinking the same thing. You definitely couldn't stand their loving relationship," Fu Yuxuan said with a smile. "Didn't you force her to break up?"
Fu Huaizhi also lit a cigarette, white smoke drifting through the air: "Forced through."
"You haven't even shared it yet?" Fu Yuxuan raised an eyebrow. "Your methods aren't strong enough. If you really wanted her to share it, would you have lasted this long?"
I feel a bit tightness in my chest.
Fu Huaizhi reached out and tugged at his tie, replying, "Yeah, I was just being soft-hearted."
Fu Yuxuan's face was full of disbelief. Could his heart of stone soften?
He said, "Could it be that she begged you?"
No.
I saw her crying.
He was heartless, but seeing her cry made him impatient, so he dared not make things difficult for her anymore.
However, Fu Yuxuan made a good point: one should be gentle with women.
That person was very wild, and he couldn't force her; he could only make her do it willingly.
But today, it seems I scared her again.
"Yu Xuan, can you do me a favor?" Fu Huaizhi said.
Fu Yuxuan, the professional sycophant, immediately put on an official smile: "Brother Fu, please feel free to give your orders."
"..."
Fu Huaizhi looked at the person bowing and making a cupped-hand salute.
"Help me compile all the things my brother has done onto a single page and pack it in a gift box."
"A gift box?" Fu Yuxuan's interest was immediately piqued.
"Hmm," Fu Huaizhi said calmly.
"A gift for her."
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Author's Note: Fu Gui: My wife is too stupid, I have to just lay the evidence in front of her directly :)
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