Chapter 7 Plaything "Kiss me first, and I'll let you go."...
Like a madman, Fu Huaizhi grabbed the unsuspecting person and cornered him, kissing him fiercely.
His movements were so heavy and fierce that Song Luoyun didn't even know what she had done wrong.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, but in the dark corner outside the door, the temperature was rising rapidly.
Occasionally, faint sounds would appear, mostly from a woman's involuntary humming, which would quickly be stopped as she became wary and fearful of anyone who might appear.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from outside the door.
As they drew closer and became clearer, Song Luoyun was so frightened that she reached out and braced herself against the door, fearing they might push it open at any moment.
"Brother Fu..." Song Luoyun struggled to break free and called out softly to the person beside her.
"Hmm?" He seemed oblivious to everything and rubbed his nose against hers with the tip of his own.
Song Luoyun was trembling all over: "It seems, it seems someone came to use the restroom."
"And then?" he asked her in return.
She opened her mouth, but felt the door being pushed. Her subconscious reaction made her spread her fingers to block it, and the veins on the back of her fair hand stretched upwards.
"Strange, why can't this door be opened?" A puzzled voice came from outside.
“It might be broken, try pushing it,” another person said.
Realizing something was wrong, she heard a strong force coming from outside. She couldn't resist it, but before she could get caught in the door, a hand quickly pulled her back.
The door was pushed open, and blinding light rushed in, only to be blocked by the heavy door, providing a perfect hiding place for the two bodies behind it.
The laughing group walked forward without looking back, none of them expecting there to be two people there.
Song Luoyun breathed a sigh of relief, but soon felt uneasy again. They would definitely look here when they came back, and she had to break free from Fu Huaizhi before they returned.
"Brother Fu," she tried to negotiate with him, "people will be passing by here, could you... let me go?"
"Scared?" There was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Why are you afraid of everything?"
Song Luoyun dared not meet his gaze, nor did she know how to speak to him. She struggled with her head down, but appeared overconfident in front of him.
His hand rested on her waist, not making any overly inappropriate movements, but she was still uncomfortable at the moment. Yet he appreciated her every expression, as if the more she struggled, the more excited he became.
"You want me to let you go? Fine." Fu Huaizhi looked down at her. "Do you remember what I said? It still stands."
He said, "If you kiss me first, I'll let you go."
He also said, "Next time, I want to see your progress."
Song Luoyun's face turned red with anger. She hated this behavior of constantly testing her limits, but she was passive and had no room for negotiation.
She closed her eyes and explored by feeling, her arms slowly climbing up Fu Huaizhi's neck. From his visibly relaxed state, she could tell that he was very satisfied with her actions.
Their lips touched, still carrying the scents of both of them, even their temperatures were the same.
She began to imitate Fu Huaizhi, exploring rhythmically, but she was gentler and more cautious, even her breathing was very light.
She was probably intoxicated by the smell of alcohol on Fu Huaizhi's breath, and she actually fell for his trick, following his lead and learning things that she had no interest in.
By the time she realized what was happening, she had already lost the initiative and was being held down by Fu Huaizhi again, who was kissing her forcefully.
Suddenly, voices came from the corridor.
"Have you seen President Fu up close? He's even more handsome in person than in the news. With his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he has a completely ascetic physique."
“He has a strong presence, but he actually has a really good personality. The girl sitting next to him had an alcohol allergy, so he had someone bring her juice and even poured it for her.”
"Ah, I really want to be that girl!"
They were very close, their voices were clear, and the man was in a good mood, so his movements were relatively gentle. He kissed her while gently rubbing her neck, as if to soothe her.
Then came an exclamation: "Ah—there's someone there!"
Song Luoyun's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
She was so engrossed in it that she forgot to leave the person.
Even more terrifying, she made eye contact with one of them, and the atmosphere froze slightly.
The other person covered their mouth in surprise and stared at her blankly.
Perhaps feeling it was abrupt, she bowed to signal, quickly left the area, and closed the door behind her.
Song Luoyun was finally able to push Fu Huaizhi away.
He leaned against the wall, panting, his eyes still darting away, and wiped the mess from his lips.
He didn't approach her again, and she didn't want to talk to him either. She pushed open the door and ran into the main venue.
He's sick; he's not normal.
How could he pull her aside in front of so many people and force her to kiss him?
My lips burned with pain, spreading along with the grievances in my heart.
Upon entering the area where the lights were concentrated, Song Luoyun realized that her collar was in a terrible mess. She quickly turned around, buttoned up her shirt, and made a swift adjustment.
I doubt anyone saw it.
Feeling guilty, she glanced to the side, only to bump into the same group of people who had just passed by. They were staring at her, their faces full of doubt, and they probably already knew most of what was going on.
Someone else passed by behind her; it was Fu Huaizhi. Startled, she turned and quickly walked forward to create some distance.
Over there, the gossipy nature of the group was hard to conceal.
"Is she the girl from earlier? There's no one else there."
"Yes, but the person behind her, is that President Fu?"
"Could it be that she's with President Fu...?"
As if they had discovered something no one else knew, they talked endlessly, from Song Luoyun's research to Fu Huaizhi's.
Fu Huaizhi was aware of their underhanded tactics.
He turned his head and glanced over, his expressionless face masking a chilling aura of authority that had accumulated over the years. The chattering man fell silent instantly, and he smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.
Shh—don't say it again.
"His eyes were terrifying; I felt like I was half dead."
"So, is he really involved with that woman?"
"Stop talking, stop talking, let's discuss it when we get back."
...
When Song Luoyun returned, only a few people from her department remained at the table, and the atmosphere was noticeably more relaxed.
Liu Junsheng was already quite drunk. He put his hand on the back of the chair and looked at Song Luoyun with dissatisfaction: "I told you to keep President Fu company, but instead you ran off for half an hour. You've made him so angry that he ran away."
Li Ziya sat next to Liu Junsheng and quietly gestured to Song Luoyun: He's drunk, don't pay attention to him.
Song Luoyun nodded slightly, took the glass and poured the champagne into his mouth, but was choked by the violently rising bubbles and frowned.
When Fu Huaizhi returned at the same time, Liu Junsheng immediately sat up straight, trying to maintain a proper demeanor but still unable to hide his drunkenness, and smiled obsequiously.
Song Luoyun was fed up with these workplace hyenas. She lowered her head and spaced out, not wanting to listen to them.
Feeling annoyed and frustrated during the meal, Song Luoyun followed the crowd out. Ahead of them were several CEOs surrounded by people flattering them, while they, the lowly ones, could only stand at the back and listen to their meaningless small talk.
The signal wasn't very good in crowded places, and my phone spun around several times before Fu Zeming's message popped up.
Eva told me you went to the Fu family's dinner party? Is it over? Shall I come pick you up?
He held his phone for a while, then looked at the person in front of him.
I replied with just one word: 【Okay.】
Fu Zeming lived at the school, and it would take him half an hour to get here, so she prepared to go back and find a place to sit down and wait for him.
As soon as she entered the room, the phone rang. The caller ID showed Liu Junsheng. She didn't answer and waited for the call to hang up automatically. The other party called again.
After a couple of back-and-forth exchanges, the phone call finally ended. Before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, the person showed up.
“I knew you were here. I called you but you didn’t answer. What were you doing?” Liu Junsheng said, his voice so loud that people outside could see him.
"What's wrong?" Song Luoyun asked casually. She didn't think Liu Junsheng would have anything important to say to her at this time.
"Don't go yet, there's another show later, the car will be here soon," Liu Junsheng said.
Song Luoyun frowned: "What do you mean?"
Liu Junsheng suddenly chuckled, leaned forward mysteriously, and whispered in Song Luoyun's ear, "I told President Fu that I'd organize another gathering and bring a few young and pretty girls, and he tacitly agreed. What do you think he means by that?" "..." Song Luoyun grabbed her clothes, "What does that have to do with me?"
“You have to go. President Fu is giving you special treatment tonight. You couldn’t have not noticed, could you?” Liu Junsheng always wore an unsettling smile. “There are so many people there, and he only pours drinks for you. You don’t just think he’s being a gentleman, do you?”
He was standing close to Song Luoyun, but she didn't like that distance, so she moved away slightly. He didn't continue to pester her and straightened up a bit.
"Hurry up and get yourself together. President Fu is powerful, rich, and good-looking. Countless people want to sleep with him but don't have the chance. If he really takes a liking to you, you will have the opportunity to enjoy wealth and luxury in the future."
Song Luoyun found it laughable.
She wasn't someone who could be controlled; she stood up straight, her height exceeding Liu Junsheng's, which gave her an even more imposing presence.
She said, "Am I a prostitute? Can I be given away to anyone you want?"
Not wanting to say more, I walked out forcefully, and even my grievances had to be put aside when I was angry.
Most of the people outside had already left, but a group of people were still waiting for a car at the intersection. Song Luoyun walked straight out, but Liu Junsheng followed behind her.
"Why are you so stubborn? Don't you want this job anymore? If you go today, it will be better for both of us. Otherwise, believe me, I'll make sure you can't stay at the company tomorrow."
"It's not that I absolutely have to—"
The words stuck in my throat.
She wanted to stand firm and say she didn't need the job, but she was short of money. She had worked so hard and was about to get a permanent position, so how could something like this happen at this time?
But.
She looked around blankly at the people. There were so many people here, yet they watched her being forced, and not a single person stood up for her.
Is this job something she really has to do?
"Look, you don't want to be blacklisted by the company, this is a great opportunity." Liu Junsheng knew that force wouldn't make this stubborn guy submit, so he tried to exchange benefits. "Don't worry tonight, there are plenty of people going. As long as you don't want it, nothing will happen."
A car that had been parked on the right side of the road suddenly turned on its lights, the glaring light breaking the argument between the two men. The car door opened, and a man in a suit got out.
The intense light blurred his vision until he walked closer and saw that it was Uncle Ping.
"Miss Song," Uncle Ping nodded gently, "Get in the car."
Song Luoyun looked at him in disbelief, then turned her head to see the man sitting in the car.
They had always been there, quietly observing the drama she was putting on, and then, at the opportune moment, shattering her escape route.
She couldn't leave; everyone here was just standing by and watching. She couldn't imagine how forcefully they would pull her back if she resisted.
She laughed ironically, stepped past the two men, and, trying to maintain her last shred of self-respect, straightened her back and got into the car.
Across the road, someone was crouching in the bushes, watching the whole thing.
He exhaled a puff of white smoke and shoved the cigarette into the soil below.
Fu Yuxuan stood up and patted the dust off his coat.
He walked around to the main road and waved to the onlookers: "Those who should leave, leave. Everyone keep your mouths shut about what happened today. If word gets out, I'll investigate them one by one."
Looking at the people making promises one after another, he shook his head. Sure enough, he would have to clean up Fu Huaizhi's messes every day.
He looked down at his phone, quickly edited a message, and sent it.
Is she the woman you wanted to marry but then played you?
That's ruthless, but you're also quite a beast.
Be gentle with women, or they'll hate you.
...
The destination was a private club in the capital. The car was parked at the entrance. Song Luoyun couldn't wait to get out of the car, but the person opposite was quietly waiting for Uncle Nian to open the door.
Song Luoyun looked at the magnificent hall, the table covered with flies and greasy tissues, and the lack of a rotating ceiling fan. Even the entrance had a concierge to greet guests.
Women who appear in such places are called VIPs if they are wealthy, and canaries or playthings if they are not.
It's heartbreaking; she's the latter.
Fu Huaizhi walked to her side, and she subconsciously took a small step to the side. He walked forward, and she followed behind, her body shrunken and her eyes timid, stepping into a circle that did not belong to her.
The concierge led the person directly to the elevator. Song Luoyun stared at the constantly changing numbers, and every sound in the small space was clearly audible.
Her phone beeped; it was from Fu Zeming, saying he had arrived and asking where she was.
Song Luoyun turned off the phone's volume and used her body to block the phone.
She replied: 【Sorry, I forgot to tell you, I'm meeting in Beijing right now.】
Fu Zeming replied to the message instantly.
【？？？】
Why did we end up going there just to have a meal?
"You've been asked to accompany the boss? I'm coming to find you now."
Suddenly a sound came from behind her, and Song Luoyun quickly turned off her phone.
Uncle Ping brought the message: "They're behind, but they had an accident on the way and will probably arrive later."
"They" refers to the group of girls that Liu Junsheng brought with him. It was like choosing a concubine; as long as he said a word, someone would always come to him.
The elevator doors opened, revealing that it was stopped on a high floor. Outside the elevator doors was a narrow passageway with transparent glass on both sides, which was described as a unique observation deck for the building. However, Song Luoyun was afraid of heights and broke out in a cold sweat just looking at it.
I braced myself and stepped into the corridor, only daring to look ahead, but there was a fearless figure beside me.
She paused, and suddenly felt a sense of dependence on the person beside her, if he could reach out and touch her, or allow her to hold his arm.
Unfortunately, it was just a fantasy.
Back in the enclosed space, she let out a long sigh of relief. The people around her remained calm, and no one noticed anything unusual about her.
Yes, that's more like it.
How could she have any expectations?
But she soon realized she was wrong; not only should she not have had any expectations, but she also underestimated Fu Huaizhi's methods.
As soon as we entered the private room, Uncle Ping said, "They were in a car accident and it's difficult to handle things properly right now, so they couldn't come."
The door closed, and Uncle Ping went out. There were only two people in the huge private room. There were no surveillance cameras and no sound. In other words, she could be manipulated by him.
It was only then that Song Luoyun realized that there had never been any "other young and beautiful girls" that night.
His only target has always been her.
A note from the author:
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Fu Gui: Sorry, I'm a pure lover and can't accept other girls :)
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