The candles were quickly lit, and through the candlelight, Fu Yan looked up and met Xiao Xin's eyes on the stage.
Seeing Xiao Xin staring blankly at him again, guessing that he was thinking of someone through his face, Fu Yan felt a tightness in his chest.
First, he disliked He Yunzhou; second, every time Xiao Xin stared blankly at him, it reminded him of He Yunzhou.
It would be strange if he were happy.
Fu Yan's face stiffened, and he suddenly spoke to Xiao Xin with a forced smile, "Uncle, would you like some cake?"
The ropes binding Xiao Xin were quickly untied, and his limbs were numb from being bound for so long.
He stubbornly stood up, but after taking only two steps off the stage, his steps became so unsteady that he collapsed to the ground.
With a "thud," Xiao Xin's knees hit the ground, the shock sending a chill down his spine. He gritted his teeth, unable to utter a sound.
He paused for a while before looking up at Fu Yan: "Give me back my things."
As if remembering something, Fu Yan took the necklace out of his pocket and shook it, looking at Xiao Xin with amusement, and said, "You mean this is yours?"
Xiao Xin looked at the necklace through the candlelight, her eyes flickered, and she suddenly thought of He Yunzhou.
If He Yunzhou were still alive, Xiao Xin would definitely pester him to buy her a big cake, and then sit face to face with He Yunzhou to celebrate her birthday together.
But it's impossible now, it'll never be possible again...
Xiao Xin's eyes were red, her gaze fixed on the necklace. She nodded numbly, "Yes, it's mine. Give it back."
Fu Yan looked at the person on the ground, soaking wet like a stray dog that had been abandoned. Just a moment ago, he was so stubborn, but now he was wagging his tail and acting pitiful, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
He was in a bad mood, so he looked away from Xiao Xin and said to the waiter next to him, "Cut the cake."
Seeing Fu Yan's fierce expression, the waiter dressed as a bunny servant nodded weakly: "Okay, okay, Young Master Fu."
The air around Fu Yan seemed to drop to freezing point. The waiters, who were standing close by, felt a strange sense of suffocation, and their hands holding knives trembled slightly.
After nervously dividing the cake into even pieces, the rabbit-like servant turned to Fu Yan and said, "It's all cut, Young Master Fu."
Fu Yan frowned unhappily, looking at the neatly arranged cakes on the table: "Do I have to come and serve them myself?"
The rabbit servant was already nervous, but Fu Yan's harsh words made him even more nervous, and his hands trembled as he cut the cake.
He shakily carried a piece of cake and slowly walked up to Fu Yan: "Young Master Fu..."
Fu Yan looked at the strawberries on the cake, his brows furrowing even deeper: "I..."
Before he could finish speaking, the waiter's hand trembled, and the cake covered in cream rolled down his hand and leg to the ground.
Fu Yan stared at his hands covered in cream, and his vision went black: "..."
The rabbit-shaped male servant was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Fu Yan: "I'm sorry, Young Master Fu, I didn't mean to, sob sob sob..."
"sorry……"
Fu Yan wiped his forehead helplessly. He just wanted to say that he was allergic to strawberries, but this person was so scared that he was about to die.
"Get lost." He uttered a single word indifferently.
The waiter looked up, saw the cream on Fu Yan's clothes, and picked up a tissue to wipe it off: "Young Master Fu, let me help you..."
Fu Yan glanced at him coldly: "I said get lost, didn't you understand?"
A bunch of brain-dead idiots, I have no idea how Yu Muqing taught them.
"Yes..." The waiter lowered his head, turned and left, giving Xiao Xin a sympathetic look as he passed by.
It was as if it was telling him that if he offended Fu Yan, he would surely die.
Xiao Xin was shocked by what she saw.
Are all rich people this difficult to please?
Fu Yan was about to grab a wet wipe from the table when she looked up and saw that Xiao Xin was also in the room.
Xiao Xin's eyes were full of anticipation, as if she had never seen anything like it before, staring blankly at Fu Yan.
Fu Yan paused in pulling out the wet wipes, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he leaned back on the sofa, extending his cream-covered hand to Xiao Xin, who was still stunned on the floor: "Crawl over here and lick it clean..."
Xiao Xin snapped out of her daze and was about to lash out when Fu Yan added, "If you can do it, I'll return the necklace to you."
Xiao Xin closed her slightly open mouth and looked at Fu Yan with a resentful gaze.
This is clearly an attempt to humiliate him and take their anger out on him.
It's his own fault for offending this old man.
But the thought of getting the necklace back made Xiao Xin steel her resolve, and she asked again uncertainly, "Really?"
Fu Yan's eyes crinkled at the corners: "Really?"
Xiao Xin felt a chill run down her spine when she saw his malicious smile.
Kids these days are really annoying.
But the necklace is still in Fu Yan's hands...
Xiao Xin hesitated in her heart, but her body had already acted first.
He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, and moved step by step toward Fu Yan, around the coffee table.
Xiao Xin comforted himself, telling himself it was alright. He was just trying to get his necklace back; he'd already endured so many beatings, this little humiliation was nothing...
For some reason, the more Xiao Xin tried to comfort herself, the more her heart ached.
Especially when I thought of He Yunzhou's face, a sudden pang of sadness welled up in my nose...
Yes, he hasn't found the truth about He Yunzhou's death yet. Even if he were to go to hell now, he wouldn't have the face to see He Yunzhou.
Blurred by tears, Xiao Xin raised her hand to wipe them away and continued crawling forward.
He felt like he had climbed dozens of meters in just a few meters, until a pair of black leather shoes came into view.
Xiao Xin knelt in front of Fu Yan's knees, her gaze slowly moving upwards along the shoes.
Fu Yan stared at him intently, as if a lion were surveying its prey.
Xiao Xin glanced at it for only a second before shifting her gaze to Fu Yan's hand, which was covered in cream.
The finger bones were clearly defined, white and large, and there seemed to be a bruise around the wrist.
Xiao Xin truly hadn't expected that this person's hands would even resemble He Yunzhou's...
Fu Yan's smile deepened as he looked at him with a death-defying expression.
He beckoned to Xiao Xin with his finger: "We can begin."
Xiao Xin's eyes suddenly hardened, and he thought to himself that he should just treat this person as He Yunzhou...
Thinking this way, Xiao Xin suddenly felt less resistant.
He shifted his knees, taking another step closer to Fu Yan's legs.
Fu Yan remained calm, his fingertips lightly tapping the sofa, waiting for Xiao Xin's next move.
His gaze fell on Xiao Xin's face. Xiao Xin had fair skin, long eyelashes, and her eyelids were red. She looked pitiful, as if she wanted to cry but couldn't...
This face is perfect for being bullied.
Fu Yan's eyes inadvertently swept over Xiao Xin's collar, which was wide open, revealing a hint of pink on her collarbone. A gentle pinch would surely leave a red mark...
As Fu Yan thought this, his eyes grew increasingly dark and unfathomable.
Xiao Xin looked at the hand, leaned closer, and just as she stuck out the tip of her tongue...
Fu Yan abruptly withdrew his hand, his voice cold as he said, "No need."
Xiao Xin frowned, turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "?"
Fu Yan's disdain was undisguised as he coldly said:
"I find it dirty."
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