Chapter 5 Kiss Me "I'll let you go once I'm satisfied."
That minute felt like an eternity.
During Fu Zeming's silence, Song Luoyun could hear the man's cold, hard voice, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make out what he was saying.
Fu Zeming hesitated before saying, "Oh, I see. Okay, I'll ask."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Zeming looked at Song Luoyun with a bad feeling.
"What's wrong?" Song Luoyun asked, feigning nonchalance.
“My older brother said that a business team on the cruise ship last time wanted to invite you to participate in the production of their group variety show, and they asked for your contact information.”
Song Luoyun said, "Work-related matters should be discussed with the company; I cannot make decisions on them."
His excuse was really lame. She had never been in contact with any economic team. When would such a person need to go through him to find her for cooperation?
Fu Zeming paused. These weren't the things he cared about; he just felt a vague unease.
Song Luoyun has been acting strangely lately. She used to be confident and outgoing, but now she seems withdrawn, as if she's hiding something. He thought she was just sick and in a bad mood, but that didn't seem to be the case; she was even stammering a lot when she spoke.
His gaze lingered on the corner of her lips.
I didn't see it clearly at the bar that day, but there's still a faint mark today, which looks a lot like a bite mark—but how could there be anyone else with her?
No, she must have bitten it by accident.
"Luo Yun," he suddenly called out to her.
"What's wrong?" She didn't look at him, only at her phone.
"Why didn't you come back with me yesterday? And why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked.
He waited at the pier for almost an hour yesterday, only to find out that she had already left when the cruise ship sailed away, but she hadn't sent him any messages.
Song Luoyun: "I already said, you don't need to wait for me."
"Did your older brother bring you back?" Fu Zeming asked again.
Yesterday, he was in the last car to leave; before that, he had only seen Fu Huaizhi's car drive away.
Song Luoyun hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yes."
"Luo Yun." Fu Zeming called her name again.
He asked her again, "My older brother... he just happened to be passing by and picked you up? He didn't do anything to hurt you, did he?"
“No.” Song Luoyun replied without hesitation, “What could he possibly do to me?”
"That's good." Fu Zemin breathed a sigh of relief. "My older brother grew up in the Fu family manor, where people are only trained to be tools for the Fu family. So he does things by any means necessary and has no sense of loyalty."
"So you should stay away from him, and it's best to avoid contact altogether," he said.
Song Luoyun gave a perfunctory reply, having no time to think about any other intricacies.
The figure downstairs and the car finally disappeared, and the rain and night returned to calm. Fu Zeming watched Song Luoyun finish eating and wanted to wash the dishes for her before leaving, but Song Luoyun refused, telling them to leave first and that she would clean up slowly herself.
She slept unusually soundly that night.
Before going to sleep, she remembered the question Fu Zeming asked her: "Your older brother didn't do anything to hurt you, did he?"
I went to sleep with this question in mind, and in my dream, I actually pieced together some details that weren't in my memory.
He didn't hurt her.
He was especially gentle with her.
He kissed her gently, his fingers sinking into her hair, and he caressed her face, her earlobes, and her lips.
His hands were hot, burning her skin, yet slowly melting away her unease.
He said to her, "Are you sure?"
He added, "Don't be afraid."
He kissed her, pried her apart, and slowly probed downwards.
He seemed to be very good at these things. He could make her cry in no time, and she would be so upset that she would fight against him.
He also asked, "Is that okay?"
She didn't realize that he had already leaned down and completely captivated her.
There are still unfinished sequels in the dream.
He should be overwhelming and passionate, like venting his emotions towards her, fierce and unending.
In a daze, I saw his calm, godlike image in front of others.
She thought to herself, "What a remarkable person! To be able to make such a man kneel before her."
The dream is over.
Song Luoyun's first reaction was fear.
Yet I felt a dampness, as if the emptiness was impossible to fill.
I got up, packed my things, and headed to the company.
...
On Song Luoyun's workstation was a small calendar with two circles drawn around it: one for the time until she signed her contract and became a full-time employee, and the other for the time when she would receive her postgraduate entrance exam results.
The former has 50 days left, while the latter has only 3 days left.
She doesn't like this job, but she's short of money. As an intern, she earns 6,000 yuan a month. After becoming a full-time employee, her base salary will be 8,000 yuan plus commission, which will eventually amount to 10,000 yuan a month before tax. This salary isn't high for her education and major, but it's enough for her to live on.
If she successfully gets into graduate school, she will resign in September. But if something unexpected happens, she might have to continue in this industry and can't afford to lose her job.
I was busy until 12:30 in the morning, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and then got called to a meeting. This time it was about taking over a new project. A travel variety show was being boycotted by fans due to editing issues, so the production team had to temporarily change the post-production team, which was taken over by Song Luoyun's department.
Upon receiving the proposal, Song Luoyun carefully reviewed the variety show's synopsis and discovered a familiar name: Liu Yeshan.
It took Song Luoyun half a minute to remember this person.
He was the male actor who cheated on her on the cruise ship that day.
The more you don't want to run into someone, the more likely you are to do so. As soon as the meeting ended, she was assigned a task: to find out all of Liu Yeshan's past experiences, including film and television materials, romantic history, and on-screen personas, and to pay special attention to the reasons why his fans like him and the sensitivities that his fan base may have.
His management company has a lot of demands.
The request was to cut the scenes involving him and his wife into something romantic and suggestive, to portray him as a good husband, and specifically to reduce his screen time, in order to incite anger among fans—so that fans would speak out for him and thus solidify his fanbase.
Song Luoyun began processing the data, extracting key information from the dense text, and then started to formulate a plan according to the requirements, working until nine o'clock in the evening.
Looking down from the window, the entire office building was still brightly lit.
She often felt that it was them, the working class, who illuminated the so-called glitz and glamour of the city.
"All done? You finished work pretty early today." Eva leaned against her workstation, twirling a pen with her legs crossed, and teased, "How was the research going?"
"He was expelled from high school, got into fights and bullied others in the early stages of his career in the entertainment industry, and now he can actually turn things around by using a marriage persona. It's disgusting." Song Luoyun dared to say anything in front of acquaintances.
Eva laughed and said, "That's it? It seems you didn't find any more crucial information."
"Cheating, paying for the woman to have an abortion, then going back on his word and refusing to pay?" Song Luoyun looked at Eva's ambiguous smile and knew this was the truth.
Those who work in this industry always have access to all sorts of gossip and rumors. No matter how glamorous their appearance is, it's all built on countless dark histories; there are very few normal people among them.
Eva said, "The person I found isn't a good person either."
Song Luoyun shrugged: "It's a man's nature."
After work, Song Luoyun went home alone. To save money, she didn't take a taxi today, so she scanned a shared bicycle at the subway entrance and went home. When she passed the intersection closest to her home, she subconsciously glanced at it again, afraid that a certain figure might appear there again.
Fortunately, no, but when she got home, she suddenly received a call from an unknown number.
The phone ringing sounded particularly eerie in the home of a woman living alone. She looked at the number and remembered the person who had been staking out her building the day before, and dared not answer.
She picked up her phone only after it automatically disconnected, only to find it ringing again.
Realizing the other party wouldn't give up, I answered the call, but didn't dare to speak.
"Hello?" It was a woman's voice on the other end, which was unexpected.
Song Luoyun paused, making her voice even colder: "Is there something you need?"
"This is the DY Economics team. Is now a convenient time to discuss work?" the person on the other end said.
Such rhetoric is mostly used by scammers.
Song Luoyun asked warily, "May I ask how you got my number?"
"We first got to know you through your work. Your editing style is very distinctive and fits the style of our upcoming group variety show," the other party explained. "Our boss is acquainted with President Fu—Fu Huaizhi, and thus asked him to get your contact information."
Upon hearing the familiar name, Song Luoyun's brows furrowed into a knot.
Eager to sever ties with that person, she stated frankly, "I'm sorry, I already have a company. Thank you for your recognition."
He hung up the phone immediately after saying that, not even bothering to listen to what she had to say next.
That night, Song Luoyun dreamed of Fu Huaizhi again.
What I remember is the night of the second day of the cruise.
She appeared on Fu Huai's territory, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her, saying he wouldn't let her go.
But he eventually let her go—because she made a request.
He was only inches away from her at that moment. She kept avoiding his gaze, but he reached out and lifted her head, forcing her to look him in the eye.
His voice was soft: "Why are you afraid of me now? Aren't you your favorite?"
She was powerless to resist. She knew that even if Fu Huaizhi forced himself on her, she couldn't shout for help to the crowd below.
He took her hand and moved closer to her, his stray hairs brushing against her soft skin, his body almost touching her chest.
Song Luoyun closed her eyes, her trembling fingertips hooking onto his sleeve, trying to grasp his wrist.
But then he said, "Want to leave? Fine, kiss me, and I'll let you go if I'm satisfied."
Song Luoyun remained unmoved, opening her resentful eyes, angered by his blatant humiliation.
He just smiled, his knuckles moving from her eyes to her nose to her mouth: "It's fine if you don't want a kiss, then let me kiss you. Maybe you won't be able to leave tonight."
Song Luoyun knew that this was just his excuse.
But taking the initiative was her only hope; she had no other choice.
Her hands were still restrained, so she could only tiptoe, clumsily searching for Fu Huaizhi's lips. This position allowed her to clearly see his gaze upon her, a gaze that was pleasant and playful.
Trying to look down, I could still see their lips, moist, with glistening strands at the corners, carrying an unspeakable ambiguity.
She knew that wasn't enough.
I could only try to pry open his teeth with my tongue, which was surprisingly easy, but I suddenly felt lost.
But at that moment, her hand was released.
Unable to support herself, she could only hold onto the railing behind her. The man shifted his weight onto her, and she lost her balance as she leaned backward, only able to hold onto his waist.
Amidst the rising moisture, she heard a burst of laughter.
It was very light, but it still startled her. Her eyelashes trembled, and she instinctively moved to the side.
But her tongue was bitten.
The man stared at her, increasing his pressure as she dodged, until she was in so much pain that she dared not move again.
He looked satisfied and said two words to her:
"continue."
A note from the author:
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He's just a guy who wants to bite his wife~
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