Chapter 31 Change of Fortune "I want you, and you have no right to refuse."...
Fu Huaizhi ignored Song Luoyun's resistance, kissing her and pinching her, ultimately disregarding her wishes.
Song Luoyun pounded his back hard, but he could only make "uh-uh" sounds, which had no effect on him.
With her resistance futile, she exhausted herself and gave in, accepting everything he did.
At one point, she hated him so much that she thought it would be best if she got pregnant and lost her that night, so that he could taste the pleasure of impulsiveness.
But she dismissed the thought after only a second.
Being unable to get pregnant is extremely harmful to her body.
No one cared about her health except herself.
She seemed to be nothing but an empty shell, being grabbed and tossed about, neither responding nor refusing.
Several times she wanted to cry, but she held back and stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking back to the first time she met Fu Huaizhi.
That day, she thought he had a gentle personality, like a caring older brother. She liked this kind of man and had fallen for him.
She thought to herself, "God is really unfair. He was given such good physical attributes, such a wealthy family, and his personality has grown up to be so mature."
If I could have contact with such a person, even just for one night, I would be satisfied.
But he didn't expect that his true nature was never gentle. Being with him and living the same life as him was not pleasant; it was oppressive and suffocating.
There is no normal person in this family, and they try to assimilate her, constantly controlling her.
That night, the moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the sky was unusually dark.
...
The next day was the weekend, and Song Luoyun got up very early, staggering into the bathroom.
The pain in her lower abdomen was unbearable; her stomach felt like it was being churned up. She looked down and saw a patch of red on her pants.
She should have started her period, but remembering Fu Huaizhi's madness yesterday, she panicked and grabbed her phone to search.
When the words "threatened miscarriage" popped up, she was stunned for a moment, then quickly made an appointment to go to the hospital for a checkup.
Fu Huaizhi wasn't home. He left after she fell asleep last night, giving her the freedom to move around and sneak into the hospital to complete her examination on her own.
The results came back quickly: she wasn't pregnant, it was just a normal menstrual period. She had been experiencing significant mood swings recently, which caused her period to be delayed, and she was also experiencing more severe menstrual cramps than usual.
The doctor said, "You young people still need to be more moderate. It's best not to be too vigorous before and after your period. Appropriate sexual activity can enhance the relationship between the two of you."
Song Luoyun agreed.
But these are things she shouldn't be reminded of.
She always missed the gentle Fu Huaizhi, and loved how he would hold her and whisper sweet nothings to her, but she rarely saw him.
Hold the inspection report in your hand and banish any inappropriate thoughts.
In any case, not being pregnant is a good thing.
In the afternoon, Fu Huaizhi took the initiative to contact her and brought her from the laboratory to the Fu family home.
The two did not exchange a word on the way, behaving as awkwardly as strangers.
After getting out of the car, they entered the main hall one after the other. Fu Huaizhi sat down, and she followed closely behind, sitting on the sofa next to him.
"Come here," Fu Huaizhi said.
She could only sit next to him with permission, but even so, the butler or servants in front of her still looked at her as if she were someone who overestimated herself.
Fu Huaizhi asked her to come closer.
She moved closer to him.
He put his hand behind her back.
She sensibly leaned over.
Their expressions were unnatural, their bodies stiff, and they lacked the intimacy typical of couples.
Fu Huaizhi whispered in her ear, "We'll be family soon, let's just go through the motions."
"A family?" Song Luoyun looked at him abruptly. Just as she was about to ask, the elevator doors opposite opened, and the elder man came over with a cane, supported by two servants. He had difficulty moving, but his imposing presence remained undiminished.
Without looking up, Fu Huaizhi picked up the freshly brewed tea with his left hand, skimmed off the top layer of tea leaves, and handed it to Song Luoyun.
She took it, and he ignored the arrival of the family head, as well as his intention in doing such an inappropriate thing in this environment.
Fu Huaihe sat down, and a servant served tea. He gestured for them to leave and smiled gently, "I thought the trouble over there would keep you busy for a while, but I didn't expect you to become more and more capable."
Fu Huaizhi crossed his legs elegantly, his trousers creases as straight as knives. He placed one hand on his knee and the other around her, making her feel like an outsider.
His demeanor at the Fu family home was noticeably different from his behavior outside; he lacked the air of ease and appeared less relaxed.
“I’ve only been gone a few days, and Grandpa has already put my marriage on the agenda. I must keep my promise.” He turned his head slightly to meet Song Luoyun’s gaze, but there was no emotion in his eyes.
Song Luoyun's mind raced.
So, the patriarch was putting pressure on Fu Huaizhi during the days he disappeared? But what does that have to do with his marriage—his marriage partner has always been her?
Then Fu Huaihe laughed a few times.
His laughter lacked warmth; it was more like a precisely calculated instrument placed in front of them, always playing at the right moment, striking precisely at their nerves.
“The Fu family hasn’t had any good news in a long time. It’s rare that you have found a suitable candidate. The Fu family is proud to announce this to all. Moreover, I also like this girl. She can be a good wife.” Fu Huaihe’s eyes fell on Song Luoyun. “I don’t have high requirements for you. After marriage, just fulfill your duties as a Fu family wife and be dutiful.”
Song Luoyun dared not meet his gaze, and even though she had many worries on her mind, she dared not reveal them, forcing herself to nod.
“My people don’t need Grandpa’s concern,” Fu Huaizhi said indifferently, gradually losing patience.
His attitude toward the head of the household grew increasingly tougher with each passing day. Fu Huaihe could not possibly have failed to notice the undercurrents beneath the surface. The people he had personally trained were gradually slipping out of his control, which particularly displeased him.
He lost his temper and rebuked Fu Huaizhi for his filial impiety. He stopped arguing and didn't mind. He quietly waited for Fu Huaizhi to vent his emotions before leaving with Song Luoyun.
The atmosphere in the entire Fu family home was strange.
Such incidents have occurred quite frequently. In this family, Fu Huaihe has always been the one in charge, and no one dares to offend him, especially the heir who grew up by his side.
If Fu Huaihe is displeased, he can strip them of their status as heirs at any time. Fu Huaizhi has endured this for so many years, but now he can no longer hold back, which only shows that his power has accumulated to an unshakeable level.
The housekeeper helped Fu Huaihe upstairs.
Fu Huaihe smiled gently, like a bell placed beside Pavlov's dog.
He said softly, "The Fu family is finally about to undergo a major change."
...
Only when the Fu family manor was reduced to a small square in the rearview mirror did Song Luoyun look at Fu Huaizhi and say incredulously, "You want to marry me?"
"We're the ones getting married," Fu Huaizhi said coldly, dissatisfied with her attitude.
"No..." Song Luoyun's mind was in a mess.
He was engaged, so how come she's the one he's marrying?
His family knew the news, and from the moment she entered the house, they began to address her as "Madam." Apart from her, she had no idea that she was getting married.
“You didn’t ask me,” she said, her breathing becoming rapid.
“I already asked,” Fu Huaizhi replied calmly.
Song Luoyun couldn't remember when he had asked her that question. She couldn't possibly not know; she wouldn't marry him.
"I didn't agree," she said, emphasizing each word.
Fu Huaizhi remained calm: "You agree."
"I don't!"
"You agree."
Two consecutive affirmative sentences, with completely different attitudes, made Song Luoyun's world spin, flashing back to two conversations from a long time ago.
"Then let's get married, okay?"
-"well."
It turns out that he had been planning this moment from the very beginning.
"I will not marry you."
Song Luoyun would never joke with him about her life. Being together was fine, she wouldn't have to take responsibility, and she would still be in control of her own life, but marriage was absolutely out of the question. If she got married, she would be in that kind of environment where she would be powerless, restricted in every way, and constantly pressured to have children... and that would completely ruin her.
The temperature in Fu Huaizhi's eyes was so cold it could freeze her.
He uttered two words: "Reason."
"I have no plans to get married. I still need to continue my studies and develop my career in this industry. I won't give up," Song Luoyun said, offering many reasons.
Fu Huaizhi didn't see it as an obstacle at all: "It won't affect anything. You can still continue after you get married."
"No, it's different." She was very anxious and emphasized, "Our relationship hasn't reached the point where we can get married."
"Why didn't you arrive? I told you, I'm very serious, I've planned our future." Fu Huaizhi stared at her.
“Fu Huaizhi!” Song Luoyun opened her mouth slightly.
Fu Huaizhi asked, "Any other questions?"
No matter what excuse she tried to come up with, he could always refute it, shutting her down with each sentence.
He seemed to be trying to prove how serious he was about her, but Song Luoyun didn't see it at all, and she felt suffocated.
"I will not get married," she said firmly.
Fu Huaizhi stopped speaking. Her tense nerves seemed to relax due to the brief silence. The wind blew through the car window, ruffling her hair, and the neon lights outside flickered, as if sending her a coded message for help.
The car stopped, and she instinctively tried to open the door, but found that she couldn't open it no matter what she did. She turned around abruptly, only to find that the driver had already left, leaving her and Fu Huaizhi alone.
The fear of being dominated by nightmares surged back into her heart. In her dreams, she was unable to escape, and in reality, she also fell into Fu Huaizhi's abyss.
"I've been thinking about this all the way here, why you don't want to marry me," Fu Huaizhi said slowly.
Song Luoyun gripped the doorknob: "Let me out."
"The only thing I can think of is that you don't love me."
"You don't love me, so you don't want to get married, is that right?"
Song Luoyun was so angry she wanted to laugh. She had never said she loved him; there was no love in their relationship.
Fu Huaizhi, however, seemed lost in his own world. He took her hand and drew closer, saying, "It's okay. Love can be cultivated over time. Let's get married first, and then you can fall in love with me, okay?"
"Fu Huaizhi!" Song Luoyun fell backward, pulling her arm back forcefully.
Fu Huaizhi hugged her and kissed her tenderly: "If you say yes, then we'll get married."
"You're forcing me!" Song Luoyun shouted.
Fu Huaizhi retorted, "I'm discussing this with you."
"I just don't want to hear you say you're unwilling."
Song Luoyun was going crazy. Why was she being stripped of her clothes in this enclosed space, with their hands and lips moving all over her body, and their scent filling her nostrils?
Her lower abdomen was in excruciating pain, and she felt terribly uncomfortable all over. She struggled to speak, "Fu Huaizhi, I don't want to be a tool for you to fight for the family fortune. I don't want to get involved in the messy relationships in your family."
"So you've always thought I was using you." Fu Huaizhi's laughter sprayed into her ear, and a cool breeze swept by.
"I've helped you with so many things, and what have you done for me in return? You promised to marry me, but now you're going back on your word. You say no and I'll let you go? Tell me, am I using you, or am I still treating you like royalty?"
The knuckles gripped her neck, forcing her to look up, her head almost buried in the air.
"You need to know that I want you, and you have no right to refuse."
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Author's Note: The thought of someone about to go to the crematorium makes me laugh.
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