Chapter 33 Conflict: "I will never fall in love with you."
Fu Huaizhi is not a good person; the idea of caring for women is not something he considers.
His first encounter with Song Luoyun was a year ago. His life was dull and boring. The head of the family had arranged a marriage for him, and he needed to give birth to a pure-blooded heir so that the Fu family's legacy could be passed down.
He didn't express any objection. There was no loss for a man in this situation, but like countless elders of the Fu family, he never thought of changing this phenomenon.
Until that night, he came out of his friend's bar and lit a cigarette in the cold winter night.
He heard a soft rustling sound behind him. He turned around and saw a girl crouching in a corner, wearing only a thin sweatshirt and jeans. Her cheeks were red from the cold, but her voice was incredibly firm.
She said, "I'm not getting married! I've studied so hard for my future, not to be a stay-at-home mom. What right do you have to decide my fate?"
Fu Huaizhi disliked prying into other people's private affairs, but that day he stood there listening for a long time.
"Do you want me to end up like you? Married into a place like that, constantly having to be subservient to others, and having no say in my own life?"
"I will not marry that old man you mentioned! I feel disgusted just looking at him!"
"Are you really my mother?!"
Her call lasted for half an hour, and Fu Huaizhi smoked for half an hour as well.
As if possessed, he handed over his coat, looking at the disheveled girl.
"Thank you," she said, burying her head in her tears and never looking up.
He didn't care, lit another cigarette, and got into the car.
The following day, he canceled the engagement.
The family rules established by the patriarch meant that sticks would fall on him again and again, but he knelt with his back straight and never gave in.
The reason was simple: the girl's words reminded him that this was how his mother had died.
In a family like this, whoever marries in will suffer mistreatment.
After that, he saw information about that girl in Fu Zeming's WeChat Moments many times.
They went on vacation, and she had a blast.
They stayed up all night talking; she's a very conflicted person.
They had a close and pleasant relationship, and he always managed to get to know her.
Later on, she slept with him.
Although nothing had happened, he knew very well that he would have difficulty controlling himself in front of her, and rather than let the consequences be unbearable, he would rather personally cut off those possibilities.
He doesn't like children, doesn't think he can be a good father, doesn't want anyone to become a second mother, and won't let his partner be used by the head of the family.
He thought that Song Luoyun understood him.
...
Disappointment washed over him like a bucket of cold water, and Fu Huaizhi could no longer be gentle with Song Luoyun.
He pinned her against the wall, gripped her waist, and his anger grew stronger until he slapped her hard on the buttocks.
Song Luoyun didn't shed a single tear.
She clenched her teeth, humiliation permeating her entire being; she had almost no dignity left.
This is just the beginning.
During the day, Fu Huaizhi is like a lurking beast, wearing a docile mask. When night falls, he begins to act, revealing a bloody mouth beneath the mask.
He would do it with her in any corner, restraining her hands and even her body, stimulating her intensely.
The incident erupted again at someone's wedding in the Fu family.
Fu Huaizhi brought her to the event, and Fu Zeming was also there. He seemed to have been stimulated by something, and he held her hand tightly, moving it back and forth in front of Fu Zeming again and again.
Everyone who sees her calls her "Mrs. Fu".
Most people add a "Congratulations" at the end of a conversation.
Song Luoyun has also received a lot of respect and attention, and is no longer an insignificant character.
Sitting down, Fu Huaizhi looked at her and said, "Do you want me to be laughed at?"
Song Luoyun knew what he meant, so she moved closer to him and gently kissed his ear.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the people in the back row.
Fu Zeming's expression was gloomy, and his teeth were almost ground to powder.
"Good boy," Fu Huaizhi said. "How about we give him another big gift later?"
Song Luoyun's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she looked at the bride on the stage, who was smiling sweetly.
In the blink of an eye, she was once again pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window.
The screen window was open, revealing a lush green lawn, a clear blue sky, and dreamy balloons.
There was no one outside, but they were still exposed to nature. Song Luoyun couldn't bear the visual impact and prayed to him to stop several times.
"Fu Huaizhi..." she called softly, pressing her fingers firmly against the clean window.
"Do you like it?" Fu Huaizhi showed her the romantic venue and kissed her on the back. "If you like it, we can hold our wedding here too."
Song Luoyun remained silent. The scene she saw was black, an emptiness that could draw her in.
"Why won't you speak?" He pinched her back.
Song Luoyun said, "I like it."
"So, do you prefer the beach or here?" Fu Huaizhi's tone was cheerful; if he weren't trying to control her, she would have thought they were having a very sweet conversation.
"Either is fine," Song Luoyun said.
"Why is it okay to do either?" Fu Huaizhi asked rhetorically.
She said, "It's all the same."
"Is it because I'm the one you're marrying that it's all the same?" Fu Huaizhi said with a smile.
Song Luoyun's knuckles tightened, and his breathing became heavier.
Fu Huaizhi thrust forward, caressing her face.
It was like a death knell: "You must say yes."
Song Luoyun closed her eyes: "Yes."
Fu Huaizhi smiled with satisfaction, but his actions betrayed his dissatisfaction. He wanted Song Luoyun to answer according to his wishes, but he didn't want her to always be so rigid.
He said, "Is this what you really think?"
Song Luoyun still answered, "Yes."
He didn't believe it either.
There were shadowy figures moving on the left side of the room. After the wedding, as the guests left, they would pass in front of them.
Song Luoyun knew it was a one-way mirror, but her intense guilt still made her extremely nervous, and her heart pounded rapidly.
Fu Zemin's figure came into view, holding his phone and making calls. Song Luoyun's phone screen was lit up. Fu Huaizhi saw this and reached out to take it, but Song Luoyun panicked, quickly hung up, and threw the phone behind her without thinking.
With a "bang," he didn't care whether the phone was working or not.
Fu Huaizhi's expression changed. He turned the person over, pressed their back against the window, and forced their legs to clamp around his waist.
“He’s coming,” he whispered in her ear, turning her face to face the outside world.
Everyone who passed by was drawn to the sudden commotion, and Fu Zeming was no exception, curiously approaching the room.
The combined sensory and visual stimulation was already too much for Song Luoyun to bear.
At that moment, Fu Huaizhi knocked on the window.
Everyone looked over again; Fu Zeming was practically pressed against the window.
He clearly mouthed two words: "Luo Yun?"
Song Luoyun's fingernails dug into Fu Huaizhi's back as she gasped for breath, her expression one of utter embarrassment.
Fu Huaizhi slammed his hands on the wall and said coldly, "So you're still thinking about him."
Song Luoyun slid off him, her legs shaking so badly she almost couldn't stand.
He put on his clothes, said nothing, but was inwardly mocking himself.
He was the one who forced her into this situation, yet he still blamed her for the problem.
Fu Huaizhi's emotions have always been unstable, especially when it comes to matters related to Fu Zeming.
Even though she knew their relationship was fake, she still minded his existence and was so jealous that she wished he would disappear.
Fu Huaizhi picked up the phone, which was broken into three pieces, threw it into the trash can, and took her hand as they walked outside.
Soon his assistant brought him a brand new cell phone and SIM card, with only his name in the contacts.
The relationship returned to its superficial intimacy, back to the group of guests.
Someone laughed and said, "I heard some noise coming from that room just now, I thought it was you guys."
Fu Huaizhi responded, "We are inside."
The other person, with a gossipy look on their face, said, "That was quite intense."
Only Fu Zeming's eyes were bloodshot, as if he wished he could walk right through them.
Unfortunately, there was a drinking party that evening.
A moment after Fu Huaizhi left, Fu Zeming quietly approached Song Luoyun and asked her with heartache, "You were forced into this, weren't you?"
Song Luoyun silently stepped back, thinking to herself, "Don't hurt me."
Fu Zeming kept closing in, anxiously repeating, "Tell me, if you want to run, I will do everything in my power to help you."
"You can't help me, you should leave. Don't let him see you," Song Luoyun said softly, turning and leaving quickly.
Fu Huaizhi happened to return.
He didn't see the scene of their contact, but seeing Fu Zeming's affectionate eyes and the woman fleeing in panic, he knew very well what they had done behind his back again.
He forcefully grabbed her wrist, returned to Fu Zemin's side, and asked condescendingly, "What do you want with my fiancée?"
"Brother, don't keep pressuring her," Fu Zeming said. He was prepared to turn against his brother, even if it meant losing everything he had.
Fu Huaizhi ignored his words and turned to ask Song Luoyun, "Did I force you?"
Song Luoyun said, "No."
"So, you don't need to worry about it." Fu Huaizhi looked at Fu Zeming and smiled triumphantly like a victor.
But he did not relax because of this.
They met in a private room later that evening. Fu Zeming walked in, his eyes fixed on Song Luoyun, filled with sorrow.
Song Luoyun controlled her gaze, trying her best to play the role of Fu Huaizhi's fiancée properly, and nestled close to him.
Fu Huaizhi chatted with his friends about everyday life, holding a wine glass in his left hand with an elegant posture and a refined and humble expression.
His right hand, however, sank into Song Luoyun's body, grinding it gently.
Song Luoyun's smile was incredibly stiff.
My fingertips turned white, my breathing became labored, and my chest heaved, but I had to stay calm and listen to the people around me.
She couldn't stand this process; her lower abdomen trembled incessantly, and she quickly gave in to him.
He didn't stop until a warm current surged through him, soaking the clothes under his skirt.
Song Luoyun knew without even thinking how pathetic she was right now.
Her every move was being monitored by Fu Zeming. Others might not see it, but he knew it all.
Song Luoyun stumbled and walked quickly towards the exit, eager to escape these places.
Fu Huaizhi caught up, grabbed her arm with his large hand, and easily pulled her back.
"Smack—"
Song Luoyun could no longer bear it and slapped him without thinking.
People were still passing by, but she no longer cared about their opinions and shouted, "Fu Huaizhi, am I your toy?"
The man's brows were tightly furrowed, and a dark mist pressed down on his eyes, unable to dissipate.
Song Luoyun said in a trembling voice, "Am I supposed to let you play with me like this? Fu Huaizhi, I'm a person! Not a commodity that you can torture at will. I can't stand your weird fetishes! I can't stand it!"
She should have continued to play the role of a well-behaved and sensible person, and she shouldn't have shown any temper. But she couldn't take it anymore. If she was going to be toyed with by him again tomorrow, then it wouldn't hurt for her to vent her anger today.
Looking into those cold, icy eyes, she trembled all over and insisted, "You're angry that I don't trust you, but Fu Huaizhi, what gives you the right to doubt my feelings for others? Don't you think you're ridiculous? You're hypocritical, you're sick, you don't even deserve to be called a human being!"
If she had known what she would experience after being with him, she would never have had any contact with him in the first place, she shouldn't have provoked him, and she shouldn't have agreed to start this relationship with him.
It's ridiculous that we only realized all this when it was too late to turn back.
Tears finally streamed down her face. With all her might, she said, "You always ask me if I love you. Well, let me tell you, I don't love you, and I never will!"
Never!
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Author's note: Awesome!
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