"What would you do if I never got divorced?"
The woman's gentle voice still lingered in my ears.
Fu Wenzhou, without hesitation, said directly and matter-of-factly, "I'll be your mistress."
Song Qingyou: ...
This person really is... never plays by the rules.
Sure enough, I didn't get any serious answers from him.
Song Qingyou curled her lips: "The dignified president of the Fu Group is being my mistress, isn't that a waste of his talent?"
Fu Wenzhou frowned and said, "What are you talking about? It would be my honor to be your mistress. Besides, Fu Tingshen is just destined to die young. You can make me your official wife after he dies."
"………………"
"Fu Wenzhou!" Song Qingyou couldn't take it anymore: "Are you sick?"
"Yes." Fu Wenzhou nodded, his eyes looking puzzled. "Didn't you just take me to see a psychologist?"
"……………………………………"
What do you do if your partner is a complete idiot?
Someone please save her.
Is it too late to regret it now?
Song Qingyou closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked at Fu Wenzhou with a forced smile: "Fu Wenzhou, you don't have a psychological problem, you have a problem with your brain."
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, stopped teasing Song Qingyou, and reached out to wrap his arms around her slender waist: "Youyou, I want to kiss you."
Song Qingyou's ears burned slightly, and she whispered a reminder: "There are other people here, don't..."
Fu Wenzhou swept his cold gaze across the room, and Fu Nan happened to be looking in the rearview mirror. The man, who was already feeling guilty for betraying Fu Nan, broke out in a cold sweat and quickly raised the partition.
The rear space suddenly became narrow and cramped.
Fu Wenchang put his arm around Song Qingyou, supporting her waist, and placed her face-to-face on his lap.
The sudden lift startled Song Qingyou, but fortunately Fu Wenzhou's hands were steady, and he landed her very smoothly when he put her down.
The two bodies were pressed tightly together.
Song Qingyou's ears turned slightly red, and she gave him a reproachful look: "Fu Wenzhou, put me down."
The voice was soft and ineffective, posing no threat whatsoever.
To Fu Wenzhou, it sounded almost like a coquettish remark.
Fu Wenzhou's heart fluttered, and he firmly gripped the back of Song Qingyou's neck with his palm, pressing his thin lips against hers.
From tenderness to plunder, Song Qingyou was almost drowning in the man's powerful breath.
The partition has a soundproofing effect, effectively isolating the narrow and ambiguous sounds. Fu Nan had already circled the front door twice, unsure whether he should tell Young Master Fu and his wife that he had arrived home.
In the end, Fu Nan still didn't have the guts and silently continued driving in circles.
Song Qingyou's clothes were disheveled from the kiss, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were glazed. She was held in Fu Wenzhou's arms, and the man looked satisfied: "Fu Nan, stop the car."
Upon receiving the instructions, Fu Nan immediately drove the car back into the yard.
Song Qingyou was breathing heavily. Fu Wenzhou covered her with his coat and carried her home.
For the next few days, Song Qingyou kept running back and forth between Dingsheng and Song's, not returning until after nine o'clock every night, which made Fu Wenzhou extremely depressed.
Song Qingyou said that he and Zhouzhou were just as clingy, but Fu Wenzhou was not convinced.
"Hahaha! Fu Wenzhou, you've finally been disliked!" In the private room, Gu Bai slapped his thigh and kept laughing at Fu Wenzhou.
Liang Muchuan took a sip of his drink: "Wasn't he always the one being disliked?"
Gu Bai laughed loudly, "That's right, sigh, you know, the one who was the most reckless among us back then is now the most devoted one."
Fu Wenzhou didn't have time to deal with these people. He took out a Buddhist scripture and a notebook for copying it from his bag.
Gu Bai's lips twitched when he saw him take out a Buddhist scripture: "What is this thing? Why are you bringing a Buddhist scripture to a bar? Are you planning to perform a ritual to help us pass on to the afterlife?"
Liang Muchuan said speechlessly, "Just perform the ritual for you, don't drag me into it."
Fu Wenzhou casually twirled his pen, and while copying the words, he said listlessly, "I've recently become a Buddhist. Do you have any objections?"
Gu Bai leaned back, narrowed his eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you suddenly copying Buddhist scriptures? Did you do something bad and get punished by Song Qingyou?"
Fu Wenzhou's expression hardened, and he coldly lifted his eyelids: "My Youyou treats me very well."
"Tsk." Liang Muchuan couldn't help but scoff softly, then turned to meet Fu Wenzhou's chilling gaze. He paused for a moment and said, "You're right about everything."
Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced at him lazily: "Why didn't you call Xu Zezhan?"
Mentioning this, Liang Muchuan became very interested. He smiled wickedly, looked at Gu Bai, and said meaningfully, "Someone stopped me from calling him that, and even threatened my life, saying that he had broken off his friendship with Xu Zezhan, and that anyone who mentioned Xu Zezhan in front of him in the future was not treating Gu Bai as a brother."
"How long do you plan to cut ties this time?" Fu Wenzhou wielded his pen; his handwriting was so beautiful that even Gu Bai envied it.
Gu Bai's face fell. He took a big gulp of wine and slammed the glass down on the table: "At least a month! This guy is a complete scoundrel, full of malice and depravity. Do you know how people in the industry are laughing at me now? They say I'm eager to be cuckolded."
"Just because of this?" Liang Muchuan frowned. "Old Xu is only doing this for your own good. Otherwise, how much longer would you be fooled by that woman? That's enough. We're all brothers. It's not worth making such a fuss over a woman."
Gu Baijiu had drunk too much, and now his face and neck were red. He was breathing heavily, but he couldn't say anything to refute it.
It wasn't because of Chen Ruoyi and Xu Zezhan's conflict; it was mainly because Xu Zezhan was acting very strangely. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, but ever since Xu Zezhan came out about his sexuality, Gu Bai had been instinctively avoiding him.
Gu Bai had tried to make peace with Xu Zezhan before, telling himself all night that they were brothers, and if a brother likes men, so be it, as long as he doesn't like him, that's fine. Could he really stop being brothers with Xu Zezhan just because he likes men?
So, Gu Bai didn't sleep all night, planning to go and reconcile with Xu Zezhan the next day. But early in the morning, he received a call from Xu Zezhan asking him to catch his wife cheating on him.
Then the two of them started fighting and biting each other's lips.
In the past, he would have let it go if Xu Zezhan had bitten him, but now that Xu Zezhan was gay, Gu Bai felt awkward. The thought that he had been the one to bite first made him want to crawl into a hole.
Gu Bai attributed all of this to Xu Zezhan's problem.
Why does Xu Zezhan like men?
If he didn't like men, would I feel so uncomfortable and irritable every day?
If he didn't like men, would I be able to treat him like a stranger and try every means to avoid him?
Gu Bai became increasingly annoyed, glaring at her and saying fiercely, "Yes, because of this! In the future, it's either him or me, it's either him or me."
"Is that so?" Xu Zezhan appeared at the door of the private room at some point, one hand on the door frame, his face unreadable, only his eyes were fixed on the man in the middle of the sofa who was wearing a white casual suit and spouting wild words.
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