Chapter 24 New Love: "It's time to add some spice."
Song Luoyun walked into the office. Fu Huaizhi was still on the phone, his back to her, his posture upright.
She stood there like someone who had done something wrong, head down, not knowing what to do.
After Fu Huaizhi finished his call, she quickly said, "Something came up and I missed the call."
Fu Huaizhi looked at her, then answered another phone call.
Song Luoyun sometimes doesn't know what role she should play in front of Fu Huaizhi. She is always able to handle her studies and work with ease, and she doesn't feel embarrassed even when she is in a lower position. But in front of him, she feels guilty and keeps lowering her posture. In fact, she hates herself for this.
Fu Huaizhi tapped on the table, signaling her to move aside. As she walked forward, the man suddenly hugged her from behind.
She didn't move at all; her whole body was stiff.
"What is it?" the voice behind her asked.
"Work-related matters."
“You weren’t even in the office,” Fu Huaizhi chuckled softly. “Still lying.”
"No," Song Luoyun said, forcing a smile. "We talked outside."
The man's warm palms cradled her waist, rubbing it slowly, as if massaging her aching back, but even more agonizing.
He took her hand and led her to the side of the stage, facing the neatly arranged gift boxes. He randomly picked one, opened it, and found an exquisite necklace.
Rough fingertips hooked up and traced her neck, the cool texture leaving small bumps on her skin.
"It suits you very well," he said. "Do you like it?"
Song Luoyun nodded, even though she couldn't see the shape of the necklace clearly.
"The Fu family is about to celebrate its anniversary, and the brands we've worked with have sent a lot of congratulatory gifts. I called you up here so you could pick out something you like to take home." Fu Huaizhi put the necklace on her, and his height, which was a head taller than hers, allowed him to easily reach over her and touch her delicate neck.
He said, "Look at me, I think about you in everything, but you never care about me, and you don't even want to tell me the truth."
Song Luoyun's voice was a little hoarse: "I just didn't answer the phone."
"Are you complaining that I'm too strict?" Fu Huaizhi's breath brushed against her ear.
Song Luoyun knew she shouldn't say anything to him that he didn't want to hear.
After a moment of silence, Fu Huaizhi looked at her, lost in thought.
Finally, as if giving in, he said, "Fine, if you don't want to be managed, then I won't. Pick whatever you want. I have some things to do this afternoon, so you should go back and rest."
He returned to his desk to work, and Song Luoyun breathed a sigh of relief, glancing briefly at the label in front of him.
Almost all of them were big brands, including bags and daily necessities. She wasn't usually materialistic, so she only chose some cosmetics that she could use, opened the packaging, and held them to her chest.
After passing Fu Huaizhi, he said, "Thank you, I'll be going now."
He didn't respond, and she quickly left the oppressive area.
After she left, Fu Huaizhi looked up from his work, twirled the pen in his hand, and pressed the call button.
"President Fu," Xiao Zi said respectfully.
"When I'm not working, I often go to the 7th floor to look after my colleagues there."
"……OK."
At that moment, Xiao Zi was hiding next to the office, watching Song Luoyun leave. If she had been so blatant before, she would have been caught long ago. Fortunately, President Fu was preoccupied with love and didn't even notice.
Recalling the sudden work assignment, he quickly deduced the main point: pay attention to Miss Song, focusing on her interactions with other men.
His eyes lit up.
As long as there's something to eat, even a working person won't find it troublesome!
...
Fu Huaizhi not going home that night was good news for Song Luoyun.
After get off work, following Fu Qiaoying's plan, she put on a mask and hat and sneaked into the 12th floor, successfully finding Tang Yale's ambiguous boyfriend. She whispered to him, "Handsome, do you take private jobs?"
There's a tradition within the company that, in order to save costs, clients often secretly find suitable employees to take on extra jobs. They generally accept this arrangement, as it avoids company accounting and allows them to earn some extra money.
This tactic worked; the other person pulled her aside and asked, "What type?"
“A friend of mine recently discovered that his wife was cheating on him, but he was struggling to find evidence and needed someone to help him follow her and take pictures of their dates.”
"How could this be? I'm only good at photography; these things require a detective."
"But the commission was very high; he offered a five-figure sum."
"..."
No one can say no to money, and the other party quickly relented. Song Luoyun then arranged to meet Fu Qiaoying at the coffee shop downstairs for a detailed discussion, as Fu Qiaoying had suggested.
Song Luoyun could only help so much by handling things smoothly on her own; the rest was left to Fu Qiaoying.
Using the same method, they quickly found Tang Yale's other ambiguous relationships, a total of five people, and invited them out.
The matter was successfully completed. She sent the message to Fu Qiaoying, who blew her a kiss and sent a picture to prove that she had prepared a gift.
Fu Qiaoying: [A full set of cosmetics, perfume, pretty little clothes, how about that? Fu Zeming wouldn't buy these for you, would he?]
Song Luoyun smiled. This person sometimes wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal, but he was definitely worth being friends with.
Meanwhile, 25 floors.
Xiao Zi stood in front of Fu Huaizhi, hesitatingly revealing the information she had gathered.
“Miss Song has been frequently visiting the fashion department lately, and she’s been in close contact with several people—uh, they’re men.” Xiao Zi observed the boss’s reaction.
Fu Huaizhi raised an eyebrow: "A man? Who?"
"There are several of them, each responsible for photography, design, clothing coordination, etc."
"You've got quite the wild ideas," Fu Huaizhi suddenly chuckled.
Xiao Zi felt uneasy: "They have something in common: they are good-looking, rather young-looking, usually dress up, and are all over 180cm tall."
"So that's what she likes." Fu Huaizhi's expression was unreadable.
Xiao Zi quickly said, "They must have other dealings. It's normal for Miss Song, who is in charge of post-production for film and television, to have exchanges with the fashion industry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yuxuan pushed open the door, whistling as he entered the office, and leisurely looked at Xiao Zi, who had a serious expression.
Fu Huaizhi spoke up: "It just so happens that you're here. I heard that DY has recently collaborated with the fashion industry?"
Xiao Zi frantically winked at him, but he didn't pick up on the hint. He leaned back with his hands and slowly said, "No, what kind of cooperation could there be?"
Fu Huaizhi smiled and looked at Xiao Zi.
Xiao Zi almost knelt down: "Then I don't know either. Anyway, this is all the information I found. If you don't have anything else, Mr. Fu, I'll be leaving now."
After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.
Fu Yuxuan was completely baffled: "What did that person do to offend you this time?"
Fu Huaizhi tapped the table with his fingertips, his calm demeanor seemingly disrupted. He opened the salary records and found the personnel information for the fashion department.
It has everyone's ID photo on it, and it's really quite good-looking, conforming to mainstream aesthetics.
Fu Yuxuan almost laughed out loud at his increasingly agitated actions: "I've told you before, she's not easy to manage. What kind of woman can't you have? Why put up with her cold treatment?"
Fu Huaizhi ignored him and seemed to be talking to himself: "Am I not as good-looking as them?"
Fu Yuxuan leaned over for a look and said honestly, "Everyone has different tastes. Maybe she doesn't like your type. If they have better personalities or are sweeter than you, then it's no wonder she likes them."
"..." Fu Huaizhi didn't like hearing such words. "Is my personality bad?"
Fu Yuxuan still prefers to tell the truth: "If you snatch someone away from your ex without saying a word and then say one hurtful thing after another, how can she like that?"
In Fu Huaizhi's past world, he only followed the law of the jungle, and he could only get what he wanted by fighting for it himself, regardless of the consequences or by any means necessary.
This applies to everything, and to people—he hadn't tried, but he figured it was true.
He doesn't have such delicate thoughts; he speaks his mind directly and does things straightforwardly, and he's tired of dealing with those chaotic emotions.
Fu Yuxuan took away many of the things that Song Luoyun had left over from Fu Huaizhi's office. In a good mood, he added, "That's not how you pursue a woman. Say a few more words of praise, buy her a bouquet of flowers and give her small gifts from time to time, and she will be completely charmed."
...
Fu Huaizhi told himself to be patient; they were just a few men and posed no threat to him.
The faces of those men kept appearing in his mind, making him almost think that he would lose control of himself if he saw Song Luoyun again.
But when I got home and saw her lying peacefully on her side on the edge of the bed, with the corner of the blanket tucked under her, sleeping soundly, the gloom unexpectedly dissipated a little.
He got into bed, hugged her from behind, and the person in his arms hummed twice, mumbling, "You're back?"
"Okay, go to sleep."
Even though he knew it was just an unintentional greeting from her, it was enough to soothe his troubled mind that he couldn't shake off all day.
...
Song Luoyun recently discovered that Fu Huaizhi seems to have become a different person.
I no longer call to check up on her every now and then, and I no longer ask her about her day. Sometimes I go home before her to cook, or even buy some fruit and drinks, waiting for her.
He could accept the man's unpredictable moods, but he couldn't accept his normal personality for several days in a row.
I even asked Fu Qiaoying about this, and her reply was: "That's how normal men are, just a little trick to pursue someone."
Song Luoyun got goosebumps all over.
Fu Qiaoying then brought up the new progress of her plan. She had asked each of Tang Yale's men to keep track of Tang Yale's whereabouts, and as a result, she received messages from each of them every day after that.
[Damn, the person you wanted me to be with is actually my girlfriend? That woman is disgusting.]
[I got cheated on by a woman, I'm quitting this job.]
Thank you for showing me the true colors of my woman. I'm breaking up with her.
Within just a few days, Tang Yale's fishpond was emptied, and someone even caused a scene at the company. The news spread, and Tang Yale's rightful husband, upon learning of this, was preparing for a divorce.
But Fu Qiaoying said: "I still feel unsatisfied. She can start over as soon as she quits her job, since that boyfriend was arranged for her by her family anyway."
Song Luoyun advised her: "No matter what she did, you've already gotten your revenge. There's no need to dwell on it anymore."
Fu Qiaoying was born into a privileged family and has never experienced any major setbacks, so she always wastes a lot of energy on such trivial matters.
Song Luoyun tried to persuade her with a lot of motivational talk, forcefully changing her mind, and finally said only: "Okay then, but I absolutely cannot let her get Blythe. You should come to her birthday party tomorrow night too."
Fu Qiaoying wanted to use Tang Yale's birthday party to make things clear with Blythe. She couldn't explain her fickle nature, but she had her own way of doing it. All she had to do was act cute, play the victim, and promise that she would never do such a thing again. Men always soften their hearts.
Song Luoyun could choose to go or not to attend this occasion, but fearing that Fu Qiaoying would be too lonely fighting alone, and also wanting to relax, she ultimately decided to go.
At that time, she had just finished her period and was allowed to drink alcohol. In a small private room, she was drinking a sweet specialty cocktail, which she really liked.
Fu Qiaoying was much more well-behaved than usual that evening, sitting quietly with her eyes occasionally glancing at Blythe across from her.
When someone approached her to chat, she feigned shock, waved her hand, and said loudly, "No, I just broke up with my boyfriend, I can't be with you so soon."
It's a bit of an exaggeration, but foreigners appreciate it. Blythe would glance at the woman who was clearly in low spirits from time to time, and several times he wanted to go to her side, but he held back.
Fu Qiaoying whispered in Song Luoyun's ear, "It's been effective so far, it's time to add some more 'strong stuff'."
The next second, she drank two glasses of wine and started coughing violently on the spot.
Someone tried to pull her away, but she waved them off and pretended to cry, saying in English, "Do you know how much I love my boyfriend? He's the best person I've ever met, but he doesn't want me anymore. I'm so sad."
Blythe had already stood up and was coming over to her.
Fu Qiaoying pressed her advantage: "If I could do it all over again, I would definitely treat my boyfriend better. I can't lose him."
Blythe pulled the woman into his arms.
Fu Qiaoying cried on his chest, tears streaming down her face, but then gave Song Luoyun a flirtatious wink.
Song Luoyun gave a thumbs up.
For her, pursuing a man is too easy; her charm never fades, and she always manages to make men fall head over heels for her.
This matter can be considered to have a satisfactory ending.
Fu Qiaoying pulled Blythe outside to chat. There weren't many people left in the private room. After a while, someone sat down next to Song Luoyun.
With blonde hair, deep-set features, and fair skin, she was Blythe's friend who had been by her side.
He chatted with her in fluent English: "I noticed you earlier. Are you Qiao's friend?"
Song Luoyun nodded. It wouldn't be bad to have a foreigner by her side; she could treat it as practice for speaking.
"You two are both very beautiful. My name is Kurt. May I introduce myself to you?"
His eyes were innocent, filled with pure admiration, but Song Luoyun, fearing he might have ulterior motives, quickly said, "I have a boyfriend."
"That's a bit of a shame." Kurt smiled, but wasn't disappointed. "He must be very outstanding to win your favor."
"Hmm, maybe," Song Luoyun said absentmindedly.
Kurt did not give up on her because of this. He chatted with her for a while about topics related to their country. From her words, it was clear that she was very cultured and had a lot of substance. It was very comfortable to be with her.
Then Kurt mysteriously raised his hand and asked her to blow on her palm. She did so and suddenly a rose appeared.
He said, "The most beautiful flowers are for the most beautiful girls."
Song Luoyun covered her mouth in surprise and smiled.
That night brought some new experiences, and Song Luoyun suddenly understood Fu Qiaoying's hobby: dealing with interesting men could really bring joy to one's mind and body.
Kurt gently saw her to the door, saying, "I like you a lot, but even if you don't have a boyfriend, I won't pursue a relationship with you. I will eventually return to my country, and there is no possibility between us."
It was like ending a relationship that had no future; his words suddenly made her heart clench.
The man gently lifted half of his palm, bowed his head and bent his knees, and gave a gentlemanly farewell.
As I got up, I moved close to her cheeks, but there were no inappropriate kisses; we only shared our breaths.
Then she said, "This is a courtesy from our country. I hope you will always be happy and joyful. I hope we can meet again someday."
Song Luoyun's heart was beating very fast.
Kurt let go of her and walked to the side. She turned back after a moment.
I was just about to hail a taxi when I bumped into the people at the door.
He was only a few meters away from her and witnessed the entire scene.
It was a hot June day, but the nights were cool.
A cloud of black mist billowed out, pressing down heavily.
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Author's Note: Fu Yuxuan: Wasn't I right? Women all love flowers. I told you to give them to her, but you wouldn't. Now look what happened, someone else beat you to it.
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