Chapter 37 Change: "Would you like me like this?"
Everything at Fu's house is proceeding as usual.
Employees entered the company one after another and began their workday. In the conference room, a row of senior executives faced each other, glancing at their watches and whispering among themselves.
"I'm ten minutes late again."
"This is the second time this week."
"What's wrong with President Fu lately? I've never seen him like this before."
Fu Yuxuan listened intently to everything around him, tapping his fingertips on the table.
At the same time, she typed a line in the chat box with Fu Huaizhi: 【Drinking all night again?】
Before the message was sent, the conference room door was pushed open. Fu Huaizhi's expression remained unchanged, except that his shirt was a little wrinkled and a mustache appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Sorry I'm late." He sat down and began the meeting.
When senior management reported on the work performance of the previous stage, Fu Huaizhi clasped his hands together, staring at the slides, but clearly had no intention of participating.
"President Fu?"
The person reporting called out several times before he finally looked at them.
"Do you have any instructions?" the other party asked cautiously.
Fu Huaizhi focused his attention on work, but the conversation only lasted a few words before ending abruptly.
Fu Yuxuan put away the pen he had been twirling for half an hour, followed Fu Huaizhi back to the office, slid directly into the office chair, rested his hand on the table, and looked at him intently.
"I knew she was determined to resign. Turns out you two had already discussed this before," Fu Yuxuan said with great interest. This was the first time he had seen Fu Huaizhi like this.
"But if you ask me, is it really necessary for you to be so distraught over just one woman?" As a good friend, Fu Yuxuan wanted to comfort the man who was troubled by love. "There's a party tonight, why don't you go and look for some new potential partners?"
But he didn't get a response for a long time.
He watched as Fu Huaizhi fell into an eerie silence from the moment he appeared. After returning to his office, he stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance, still without saying a word.
Fu Yuxuan went over to take a look.
It was a cloudy day, with a thick fog covering everything, and all you could see were tall buildings.
He rubbed his eyes again.
You can see a man in the building across the street; he's a cleaning worker.
...Did he go crazy and become interested in him?
"Brother, are you alright?" Fu Yuxuan asked tentatively.
Fu Huaizhi remained silent, absorbed in his own world.
"...Don't scare me." Fu Yuxuan reached out and patted his shoulder.
"..."
Fu Huaizhi finally responded.
She turned her head to look at him, as if a few minutes had been taken away from her, and she had just come to her senses.
His tone returned to its coldness: "What is it?"
"It's over." Fu Yuxuan muttered to himself before saying to him, "What I mean is, heartbreak is a perfectly normal thing, try to take it easy."
Fu Huaizhi chuckled softly: "I can't let it go?"
He was a completely different person now, with only one rhetorical question that seemed to offer an answer.
Fu Yuxuan thought to himself, "That's absurd."
He maintained a smile on his face: "My friend's bar is opening tonight, want to go relax together?"
"Whatever," Fu Huaizhi said.
...
G-mist Bar.
The newly opened outdoor area was packed with people, with two rows of bouquets on either side and salespeople standing around the entrance, actively introducing drinks to visitors.
As the van drove by, the doorman stepped forward to greet them. The group, accustomed to the attentive service, walked straight into the private room.
G-mist's most distinctive feature is its performances. At designated times, male and female models take to the stage for energetic dances, some wearing animal headgear, others undressing and engaging in passionate kisses, catering to the morbid curiosity of those who come.
Fu Yuxuan looked down from the second floor and saw several newly formed female stars performing their newly released songs with great effort. Unfortunately, there were no fans to appreciate them in this kind of place. Only a group of greasy, fat men cared about their open legs and slit skirts.
"That woman is nice," someone nearby said. "Should we call her over later?"
“Tch, there’s no shortage of people who can dance, why did they invite a bunch of nobodies?” Fu Yuxuan said.
"It's what their management team demanded. Small companies don't have much ability, so they rely on them to get exposure here. If they're capable, they can find a powerful backer and get some resources, which would be enough for them to live off for a lifetime."
The speaker was Tian Shao, an investor in G-mist. He flicked the ash from his cigarette with his right hand, creating a cloud of white smoke.
"They agreed?" Fu Yuxuan looked at everyone's expressions; they were embarrassed, and even with proper professionalism, they could only force a smile.
“There’s nothing we can do if they disagree; these are not decisions they can make,” Tian Shao laughed.
Those in positions of power never learn to put themselves in others' shoes; they only remember the law of the jungle.
Fu Yuxuan rested his hands on the railing and took another look.
The people behind them started talking about Fu Huaizhi.
"The engagement was called off?" Tian Shao asked him.
They weren't particularly close, but they had collaborated to some extent within this circle and were friends.
Fu Huaizhi lowered his head to pour the wine: "Hmm."
“But you’ve come this far, there’s no need to use a marriage contract as a pretense,” Tian Shao said. Fu Huaizhi has always been a topic of conversation in the circle. Everyone knows that he has endured for a long time in order to win the position of heir, and the so-called marriage contract is just a facade in front of the head of the family.
"Is everything ready? When are you going to become the new head of the family?" Tian Shao asked with a smile.
Fu Huaizhi smiled back, raised his hand to clink glasses with him, and drank it all in one gulp.
He wasn't a talkative person at the gathering, but he was clearly in a bad mood that evening, sitting alone in a corner drinking alone, occasionally checking his phone, seemingly looking at nothing. He'd swipe a few times, then close it again, tilting his head back to drink.
Then some people joked that he looked like he had been dumped by a woman.
Fu Yuxuan turned around and clarified for him: "He's not the one who gets dumped; he's the one who dumps others."
"Really? Getting dumped by a woman isn't shameful," Tian Shao chimed in. "Didn't I see you bring someone with you last time? Is it over?"
"Just a wild deer that can't be tamed," Fu Huaizhi said with a faint smile.
One sentence confirmed the fact that he had been dumped. Fu Yuxuan wanted to help him make amends, but now it seemed unnecessary.
He sat back down on the sofa and said, "Anyway, I think he's been through a lot. If you have any methods to help him get through this quickly, please use them."
“That’s easy, there are plenty of women here,” Tian Shao said.
He displayed the demeanor of a bar owner, waving his hand and calling over a group of women.
Fu Yuxuan said, "This doesn't look like a proper bar."
Tian Shao smiled without saying a word. Wherever people like them hang out, there is no such thing as absolute cleanliness. As long as things are done efficiently and no one has any leverage over them, that is cleanliness.
Fu Huaizhi disliked overly chaotic environments, so he finished his last sip of wine, got up, and left.
As soon as he reached the door, a row of brightly dressed people walked over. He raised his hand to avoid touching them and stepped aside to wait.
They were all young girls, and no matter how hard they danced, they were just being chosen.
Fu Huaizhi looked on coldly, as if they were pieces of clay stripped of their souls, becoming tools for others' amusement.
I lit a cigarette, put it in my mouth, and ground it hard, but I still couldn't help thinking about someone.
She was a little deer he had carefully raised, and he wanted her to always be lively and witty, but she was just like everyone else around him.
They set off to walk outside.
Fu Yuxuan followed him out.
As she walked, she complained, "Luckily I already have Qi Qiao, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to resist their enthusiasm."
His words were so blissful they almost blinded Fu Huaizhi. He gave him a cold look and turned away.
"What do you mean?" Fu Yuxuan muttered to himself.
He raised his hand to call Qi Qiao.
The call connected quickly, and the soft, sweet "hello" from the woman melted his heart. But before he could even open his mouth, he heard a man's voice on the other end: "Sister, can you pat my head?"
"..."
Fu Yuxuan froze, "Damn, where are you?"
"Hmm." There was a commotion on the other end of the line, but she said, "No, I'm at home. That was the TV."
"Do you think I'm deaf?" Fu Yuxuan cursed. "I just rejected a bunch of women for you, and this is how you treat me?"
...
Fu Huaizhi walked to a shady spot and smoked another cigarette.
The commotion around him continued. He contacted the driver and stood up to wait.
Suddenly, my gaze fell across the street, where a man and a woman were pulling a woman wearing only a thin tank top back. The woman's hair was disheveled, and her clothes had been torn in a large hole during the tug-of-war, leaving her almost naked, but she was still struggling.
Fu Huaizhi wasn't interested in the woman's screaming voice; she was probably someone who had done something wrong and was trying to escape.
"I was tricked into this job! I never wanted to do this!"
"I am a student at Kyoto University, and I have received a good education! What you are doing is illegal!"
"I'd rather die than have you make me serve men! Ugh, disgusting."
The woman broke free from those holding her and ran forward, seeking help from anyone around her.
But everyone kept their distance when they saw her, and no one reached out to her.
The woman ran to Fu Huaizhi, grabbed his hand desperately, and pleaded, "Please save me! They want to sell my body for money. I'm being forced. Please save me!"
Fu Huaizhi shook her off.
He was strong, and the woman lost her balance and fell backward. At the same time, the two men caught up with her, like demons seizing their prey.
The woman closed her eyes in despair, but her movements continued to resist, unwilling to let go of the opportunity to seek help.
"etc."
A male voice seemed to cleave the darkness.
The woman opened her eyes and met his gaze. The person behind her turned around and respectfully greeted, "President Fu."
Fu Huaizhi's gaze lingered only on the woman.
"From Peking University?" he said.
"Yes, yes." The woman was trembling all over. "My boyfriend tricked me into coming here. He owes money and wants me to earn money here. Is this something a human being would do?"
Fu Huaizhi found her too noisy.
He looked up and said, "Let her go."
“Mr. Fu, this is our job,” the man insisted.
"I said, let go." Fu Huaizhi gradually lost his patience.
The two men exchanged a glance, and finally released the woman, adding, "Then please tell General Manager Tian, otherwise we'll lose our commission."
Fu Huaizhi chuckled softly and turned to walk away. The woman behind him clung tightly to this lifeline, following in his footsteps.
"Thank you. Are you Mr. Fu? You've helped me today. Please feel free to ask me for anything I need."
"Get lost." Fu Huaizhi's patience ran out.
"...Huh?" The woman gave an awkward laugh.
Fu Huaizhi didn't say anything more. He got into the car, rolled down the window, and saw the woman looking back with worry, probably afraid that they would catch up again.
"What's your name?" he asked.
The woman turned around and quickly answered, "Xu Luoxue."
It's unclear which word touched the man, but he looked up and scrutinized her from head to toe.
Xu Luoxue quickly said, "I, I have no intention of selling myself. What I meant by helping you is something else."
Fu Huaizhi spoke up: "What major?"
"From the art department."
Not nearly as good.
"Do you know anyone in materials science?" Fu Huaizhi said.
“Uh, yes, we can get to know each other,” Xu Luoxue replied.
"Okay, do me a favor."
As the vehicle entered the dark road, Xu Luoxue turned around to look behind her, nervously running forward until she hailed a taxi before relaxing.
He clutched a piece of paper tightly in his hand, unfolded it, and saw that the handwriting on it was clear and strong, with a dormitory address written on it.
Remembering what the man had said, he had no other requests, but he wanted her to send something to this address regularly and report the person's status to him.
The man's face kept appearing before her eyes, and her heart pounded uncontrollably.
As she thanked him countless times, he said something.
"You should thank someone who saved you, not me."
...
My temples throbbed, causing a dull ache in every nerve.
Fu Huaizhi looked out the window, but there was no scenery to admire. He was simply living his days like her.
The phone screen lit up quietly, my rough fingertips paused, and then I tapped the chat window at the top.
Her WeChat Moments are completely empty; she always manages to be so ruthless.
After lingering by the input method for a long time, I finally typed three words: Song Luoyun.
Unsurprisingly, you received a reply: the other party is not your friend.
He lowered his head and laughed out loud, seemingly relaxing suddenly at that moment.
For some reason, I sent a few more messages in the chat box.
I saw someone who looked a lot like you today, so I saved her.
I'm not interested in her; I just feel that if it were you, you would help her.
See, I've started living your way.
Would you like me like this?
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Author's Note: The pursuit of my wife begins!
Don't worry, it won't be that quick to catch up!
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