046: "Live with me."
Huaiyan blinked gently, somewhat incredulous.
He thought the man didn't want to see him again.
Because of last night's trading.
“Sir,” Huaiyan began, her voice choked with emotion, “what are you doing here…”
Whenever he sees a man, he is reminded of what those people on the forum said.
She was kept by a sugar daddy/sugar baby and then sold herself.
It wouldn't have been a big deal, and Huaiyan could have ignored it, since he didn't know those people.
Moreover, in this world, apart from the important characters, everyone else is an NPC.
But when Huaiyan sees a man, she suddenly feels a little wronged.
It's the feeling of being bullied outside and then returning home to see your loved one's distress.
The living room lights were off at that moment.
The environment was dim, and the two remained silent.
Huaiyan put down her schoolbag, her eyes a little red.
He walked timidly toward the man, trying to hide his emotions in the darkness.
But Fu Tingyu walked towards him first.
A man's detached voice came from above, carried by the summer evening breeze.
He lowered his voice and asked in a slightly magnetic tone, "What's wrong?"
Huaiyan suddenly felt that the world had become quiet.
"What's wrong?" Fu Tingyu asked him.
He didn't actually want to cry, but when he heard the man's almost gentle question, he began to crumble again.
These three words seemed to have touched the most hidden and tender part of Huaiyan's heart.
It felt like a piece of my heart had collapsed.
The boy's nose tingled, his eyes quickly reddened again, and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Tears streamed down Huaiyan's cheeks and dripped onto the floor, creating a small ripple.
Huaiyan wanted to speak again, to try to explain something, but when she opened her mouth, she found herself speechless.
"Why are you crying?" The man moved closer, bent down, and gently touched the corner of his eye with his warm fingertips. "Were you bullied?"
Fu Tingyu's words were soft, but her voice deepened.
The man's gaze descended, his dark red eyes seeming to hold a pool of cold fire.
Today, we only dealt with a few rats, and yet someone dared to mess with the teenager.
A bunch of scum.
Gradually, all that remained in Huaiyan's vision were those cold, gloomy red eyes.
He finally couldn't hold back and fell into Fu Tingyu's arms.
Huaiyan wanted to find a suitable excuse to explain things to the man.
But after hearing the man's words, he could no longer pretend that nothing had happened.
The boy lowered his guard and cried silently in the man's arms.
Tears welled up.
But he clearly didn't want to cry, so why couldn't he stop the tears from flowing?
The boy cried so hard he could barely breathe, choking back sobs and unable to utter a single word, his chest heaving violently.
"N-nothing..." Huai Yan's soft voice became hoarse, and it took her a long time to say, "I...I..."
I stammered for a long time, but the boy couldn't come up with anything convincing.
She gradually calmed down after the man repeatedly reassured her.
Of course, Huaiyan didn't need to explain the matter.
The man had already seen the forum post when the boy was crying uncontrollably.
Fu Tingyu would usually send someone to follow Huaiyan around.
Part of it was so that they could know the boy's whereabouts at all times.
Another reason is to prevent the first debt collection incident from happening.
The boy was thin and strong, and he wouldn't say a word even when he was bullied.
They weren't very vigilant; only when someone followed them would the man feel a little more at ease.
But it was only a little bit.
Sometimes, Fu Tingyu would anxiously stare at the monitor, afraid that something might happen.
This isn't like him.
But the man always felt that the boy's thin and frail figure seemed as if it might disappear in front of him at any moment.
The repressed, violent possessiveness within him became increasingly apparent.
Before this, during the live broadcast, Fu Tingyu had already anticipated that this would happen.
So in the latter half of the live stream, the man used his privileges to ban the live stream, making it accessible only to him.
The sound of keyboard typing began.
The man turned his head and glanced at the boy sleeping peacefully on his lap.
Perhaps because he had cried so much, the tear stains on the boy's face had not disappeared, and his eyes were terribly red and swollen.
Her slightly pouting lips were a deep red.
She looks like a cat that's cried its eyes out.
The man gently smoothed the boy's furrowed brow.
With a wave of his hand, a post that had been hotly debated on the forum with thousands of comments was blocked.
Immediately after, when the page was refreshed, all discussion posts about that live stream were completely blocked.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated, and dozens of messages popped up, along with a packaged file.
Fu Tingyu, expressionless, turned his phone screen towards himself and put on the Bluetooth headset.
The video is surveillance footage of Huaiyan being bullied in the classroom today.
The bodyguards sent by the man would disguise themselves as students when necessary, and all of them were equipped with recording devices.
Unless absolutely necessary, the bodyguards will not disturb Huaiyan, trying their best not to disrupt the boy's normal life.
The man had already watched the video recording from the dashcam.
However, just to be on the safe side, he still checked the classroom's surveillance footage.
If he wants to investigate, there's nothing he can't find.
More than ten minutes later, the video on the phone screen played for the fifth time.
Fu Tingyu then closed the file and typed a line of text with a cold expression.
The man lowered his head, kissed the boy's moist lips, and got up to answer a phone call.
Solving these problems is easy, of course, it only takes a blink of an eye.
Getting rid of these rats is easy; it only takes one phone call.
But the boy can no longer stay in such an environment.
On the forum, someone has already found out the address of Huaiyan.
Although no one has found this place yet, it's only a matter of time.
Huaiyan was completely unaware of this, and even after such a thing happened, he still dared to go home openly.
If he weren't here, what danger might the boy have encountered...?
The man composed himself, concealing the agitation between his brows, and then contacted the villa's butler.
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"gentlemen!"
The boy suddenly woke up from his dream, his outstretched hand falling to nothing, realizing that the man beside him had disappeared sometime earlier.
Huaiyan hurriedly got up from the sofa.
He turned his head and saw the man's back as he stood on the balcony.
Okay, it's still there.
Huaiyan felt relieved and sat back down.
"Who do you think is the one who posted that 2333?" 073 suddenly said, "?"
Huai Yan's breathing was very light.
He glanced at the man again before answering, "2365?"
“I don’t think so,” 073 said. “2365 should have already been dealt with by the villains.”
That night, when Huaiyan was being followed, the man had most likely already dealt with 2365.
There has been no further response to that harassing text message.
……etc.
Huaiyan grasped the fleeting tail of inspiration that had crossed her mind.
Harassing text messages.
I have two phone numbers, and I've sent him those lewd, suggestive text messages.
The first time, under 073's instructions, Huaiyan blocked that number.
Thinking of this, Huaiyan opened her phone and scrolled to the messages section.
For some reason, no blocked numbers were displayed in the blocked list.
But Huaiyan had clearly blocked that number at the time.
Moreover, he now feels that number looks somewhat familiar.
The boy paused for a moment, then scrolled to the bottom of the text messages and found the harassing message.
[The baby is so good.]
At the top of the spam text messages, instead of a phone number, a note is displayed.
--gentlemen.
Fu Tingyu.
This is Fu Tingyu's phone number!
The first harassing text message was sent by Fu Tingyu!
Huaiyan felt the phone number was familiar because the man had called him several times during their later meetings.
"Then how did this number get off the blacklist?" 073 asked.
The boy shook his head blankly.
This is a question that probably only Fu Tingyu himself knows the answer to.
It turns out that the man had already made his move at that time, even earlier than 2365.
"So, who could have posted this?" 073 was completely baffled. "It can't be Fu Tingyu, and it can't be 2365 either."
Fu Tingyu had no reason to do that.
Moreover, judging from the man's expression just now, he was clearly dealing with this matter.
2365 is unlikely, since she's already been dealt with by a man.
“Then it can only be…” Huai Yan lay on the sofa, looking at the man, and made the final decision, “Miao Yu.”
There are no other possibilities.
Almost all the villains that were supposed to appear in the original storyline have already appeared.
“That’s not right,” 073 thought for a moment, “I remember there was another very important character in the original story.”
The boy was taken aback and blinked: "But she didn't lay a hand on the original owner of this body."
“That’s true,” 073 nodded. “Then it must be Miao Yu.”
In the classroom, Miao Yu's tone sounded somewhat gloating.
“Should I go and talk to Fu Tingyu?” Huai Yan tilted her head, revealing her bright eyes. “He seems to be investigating.”
“Looks like we don’t need to,” 073 breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I just heard that Fu Tingyu is already dealing with that boy’s matter.”
That boy who was so unrestrained in front of Huaiyan, saying such vulgar things.
The boy opened his emerald green eyes wide, somewhat surprised: "So fast?"
“That’s reasonable,” 073 explained. “After all, when you went to see Jiang Ze before, he would send bodyguards with you.”
Huaiyan nodded, staring blankly at the man's back.
The next second, the man turned around, holding up his phone.
What did the person on the other end of the receiver say next?
Fu Tingyu responded indifferently, his face revealing no emotion, his dark red eyes shifting towards the boy.
Huaiyan's eyes lit up immediately, and she obediently climbed up from the sofa.
He watched as the man hung up the phone and tossed it onto the coffee table.
The sofa next to me was dented, and the smell of wormwood emanating from the man wafted over me, filling my nostrils.
"Baby."
Fu Tingyu's eyes were fixed on Huai Yan, like the forked tongue of a venomous tongue, seemingly tangible, hovering over her skin.
The man said slowly and deliberately, "Move in and live with me."
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