Chapter Sixty-Four: Copying Scriptures in Public, Stealing a Kiss in Private
After the recording finished playing, the private room fell into a deathly silence.
Cheng Siyu held his breath, nervously observing Huo Zhan's reaction.
The loss of control he had anticipated did not occur.
Huo Zhan simply sat there quietly, staring at the now-blacked-out phone screen, his calmness chilling.
But the calmer things were, the louder the alarm bells rang in Cheng Siyu's mind.
"Mr. Huo..."
Cheng Siyu tentatively spoke.
Huo Zhan raised his hand to stop him: "No need to say more, I know what I'm doing."
"Then this recording?"
"It's just media hype that's taken out of context, or malicious editing. That's all for today, Dr. Cheng, get ready for hypnosis."
After saying this, Huo Zhan got up and left the tea room.
His steps were steady, his back was upright, and there was nothing unusual about him.
Cheng Siyu watched the direction he left in, her brows furrowed, and finally took out her phone to cancel her flight back to Kyoto.
He sensed that something big was about to happen.
Su Muci and Huo Junjun went for a walk in the park and didn't watch the news.
It was already 7 p.m. when she said goodbye to Huo Junjun. It was only on her way back that she accidentally saw the trending news!
Su Muchi's pupils dilated in shock. She had expected many people to criticize her for being shameless, but when she clicked on the comments, they were all unanimously positive.
Our Queen SuSu is so brave! She just goes after whoever she likes!
Although we feel that the young master of the Fu family is not good enough for Queen Su Su, if Su Su likes him, we support him!
Su Muci found it strange. She remembered that when she proposed last time, the whole screen was filled with people cursing her for being shameless and overestimating herself.
How come the same thing can have such drastically different outcomes?
Furthermore, despite the huge scandal she's involved in, no one from GX Radio has contacted her.
Huo Junjun called as well: "Mu Ci, damn it, someone maliciously edited your recording! How despicable!"
"Luckily, this generation of netizens is very friendly, otherwise you would be in big trouble!"
friendly?
Is it really because netizens are friendly?
Su Muci felt that someone was secretly helping her.
She returned to Yunjing Mansion with mixed feelings; the villa was brightly lit.
As soon as I entered the living room, I saw Huo Zhan sitting on the sofa, wearing a suit and holding a copy of the Heart Sutra.
Su Muci remembered a line in it: "Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."
What she found strange was why Huo Zhan had suddenly started reading scriptures.
Perhaps sensing the movement, Huo Zhan slowly raised his head, his gaze falling deeply on her.
Su Muci felt guilty under his gaze. "Mr. Huo, did you see today's trending topics?"
Huo Zhan did not answer her question. He gently put down the Heart Sutra in his hand, stood up, and walked towards her with his tall and straight figure.
As he walked, he naturally took off his suit jacket, then draped it over her shoulders, saying gently:
“Those things are not important. It’s late autumn now, and the nights are a bit chilly. Mrs. Huo, please come home earlier in the future.”
Home?
Su Muci's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.
"Come home early," was something she used to say to Fu Hengzhi often. Back then, she genuinely considered that rented room as their little home.
Hearing those words again now, she was stunned and looked up at Huo Zhan.
Does he consider this place a home? Perhaps he's just trying to appease her, like Fu Hengzhi... She no longer dares to have any expectations.
Su Muci said bitterly, "Mr. Huo, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble."
"No need to apologize. It's always been your freedom to like whomever you want."
Huo Zhan's tone suggested he was indifferent to the rumors about her and Fu Hengzhi.
Not caring means not being concerned.
Su Muci listened quietly as he turned to the maid beside him and instructed, "Take Madam upstairs to rest, and remember to give her the ginger soup to warm her up."
I watched quietly as he returned to the sofa, picked up a calligraphy brush, and began writing calligraphy on the Xuan paper on the coffee table, referring to the Heart Sutra.
His expression remained serene and aloof, like that of a Buddhist monk detached from worldly affairs.
Su Muci withdrew her gaze.
"After this play is over, I hope Mr. Huo can find his true happiness. You are such a good person, you will definitely be happy."
After she finished speaking, she turned and went back up the stairs.
The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs pounded clearly in Huo Zhan's heart, and he gripped the calligraphy brush tightly in his hand... Suddenly...
"when!"
The brush trembled and fell onto the coffee table, the ink from its tip splattering onto the rice paper, leaving a layer of ink stains.
Huo Zhan's mind kept replaying her words: "Wait until this play is over," "Wait until this play is over"...
She's already so eager to see the agreement expire in a year since they got married?
A metallic taste of blood welled up in Huo Zhan's throat. With trembling hands, he picked up the brush and continued to painstakingly copy the Heart Sutra onto the rice paper.
"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure..."
...
Meanwhile, Fu Hengzhi's phone was bombarded with messages from wealthy young men.
[Young Master Fu, look! Su Muci has confessed her feelings to you!]
[Even after how you treated her, that simp Su still loves you so much. Young Master Fu, you're really something!]
Confessing your feelings? What kind of confession?
Fu Hengzhi had been busy all day. He took his father to the hospital. Although Fu Leiting was out of danger, he was devastated by the illness and would need to stay in bed for a long time.
Fu Leiting transferred the shares to Fu Hengzhi.
After acquiring his father's shares, Fu Hengzhi spent all his time handing over his work, planning to take the stage at the Fu Group's shareholders' meeting!
I'm so busy that I only have time to check my phone and group chats at night.
Su Muci, confessing her love—these words instantly captured his full attention.
He clicked on the news link and heard the recording of Su Muci publicly professing her love. The fatigue on his face was instantly replaced by pride.
This woman truly cannot be without him for even a moment.
He found Su Muci's number and dialed it, wanting to hear firsthand how deeply she loved him.
However, the call was already busy just seconds after it was dialed.
"Ha, still pretending."
Fu Hengzhi edited a text message: [Cici, I saw the news. After you've taken a shower, I'll come over to keep you company later.]
The text message was blocked by Su Muci's phone system and went to the spam folder.
Su Muci had already blocked him and was already asleep.
That bowl of ginger soup contained calming Chinese herbs. Although it wouldn't harm her body, it had a slight sleep-inducing effect, and she slept exceptionally soundly.
In the stillness of the night, the only sound in the room was her even, shallow breathing.
The door was pushed open silently.
A tall, upright figure disappeared into the darkness and slowly walked to the bedside.
The blanket was gently lifted, and in the moonlight, the girl's custom-made men's shirt made him breathe harder.
She was still willing to sleep in his shirt; he was still useful to her...
Huo Zhan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he leaned over and crawled into the quilt, pulling her tightly into his arms.
His hot lips gently touched her smooth forehead.
A man's deep, hoarse voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of pain and struggle:
"Cici, don't you really like wearing my shirts? Could you extend that love to me too? Just a little bit would be enough..."
"I know you love him, but please don't leave me, okay?"
His warm, wet kisses lingered from her smooth forehead to her gently closed eyelids, and then to the tip of her nose.
Finally, with burning heat, he pressed his lips deeply against hers...
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