Xiao Xin's eyelids drooped, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. However, being so blatantly disliked by Fu Yan, she felt inexplicably disappointed and irritated.
Fu Yan's contempt was undisguised; he looked at Xiao Xin as if she were trash.
Xiao Xin blocked his way, and Fu Yan, not wanting to reach for the tissues on the table, frowned slightly and said to Xiao Xin, "Move aside?"
Xiao Xin saw the disdain in his eyes and snorted softly.
Damn it, he won't spoil this kind of young master!
He looked up, grabbed Fu Yan's cream-covered hand, and put it in his mouth.
Fu Yan froze instantly, his expression blank, unsure how to react.
Xiao Xin looked at Fu Yan with a defiant gaze, licking her cream-covered fingers with her tongue.
Pshaw, little brat, don't play with him...
Fu Yan felt his fingers being enveloped by his wet, hot lips and tongue, and his expression turned ugly as if he wanted to chop off his own fingers.
Xiao Xin licked the cream off his fingers even more brazenly.
It's strawberry flavored, and quite sweet...
He occasionally stuck out a bit of his pink tongue, his expression one of pure enjoyment, as if he were savoring a delicious meal.
Although this "delicacy" was a bit cold and a bit hard...
Xiao Xin glanced at Fu Yan every now and then, and seeing Fu Yan's black-faced expression, he felt extremely pleased.
Fu Yan frowned, his face as gloomy as a live volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.
The sticky, damp feeling on his fingertips made him uneasy. Looking at Xiao Xin's face, something seemed off...
Before things got to the point of no return, Fu Yan kicked Xiao Xin away expressionlessly.
Xiao Xin slammed the back of his head against the coffee table, a chill instantly spreading through the back of his head.
He was half-supported, just about to get up, when a foot stepped on his chest, and he fell to the ground again.
Fu Yan half-squatted down, moved his foot off Xiao Xin's chest, and reached for the wet tissues on the table.
He slowly wiped the remaining cream from his fingertips, leaned slightly forward, and glanced down at Xiao Xin lying on the ground: "Uncle, how about I just send you to your death..."
Xiao Xin felt a tingling pain down his spine. Fu Yan had used lethal force, and Xiao Xin felt as if he were being dismembered.
However, he has been able to tolerate pain in all areas except for sensitive parts since childhood.
Xiao Xin frowned in pain, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Fu Yan's displeased expression. He felt extremely pleased.
Xiao Xin is the kind of cockroach that can't be killed; the more pain he suffers, the stronger his vitality becomes.
With his restraints removed and some strength restored, he realized that this little rascal didn't treat him like a human being, and he really wanted to test his skills against Fu Yan.
Thinking this, Xiao Xin saw that Fu Yan was so close to him, so he grabbed Fu Yan's collar and pulled him down hard.
Fu Yan lost his balance and instinctively braced himself on the ground next to Xiao Xin's head.
The two lay facing each other.
Fu Yan pushed himself up from the ground, while Xiao Xin gripped his collar tightly and pulled him down.
The two remained locked in a stalemate, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.
Seeing that Xiao Xin was holding onto his collar tightly, Fu Yan finally gave in and said to Xiao Xin indifferently, "Let go."
Xiao Xin curled the corner of his lips slightly: "If you want to kill me, won't I drag you down with me?"
You little brat, it's not certain who'll kill whom.
Fu Yanping's neat collar was wrinkled by Xiao Xin's grip, and the two were only one centimeter apart.
Fu Yan supported himself on top of Xiao Xin, which strained his arms. His arms ached so much that he couldn't help but press down a little further.
If Fu Yan went any lower, Xiao Xin would be able to feel the unusual reaction there.
Fu Yan looked calmly at Xiao Xin, his breathing unsteady. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he spoke, "Let go, or not...?"
Xiao Xin looked indifferent, glancing casually at Fu Yan's open collar, and suddenly noticed that his collar was covered with fine scars.
The scars, faintly reddish, were as thick as ropes, densely crisscrossing and covering the area below the collarbone, gradually spreading downwards.
Xiao Xin's gaze could only see below his collarbone and above his chest...
"Have you seen enough?" Fu Yan's breathing became rapid, his hot breath hitting Xiao Xin's face.
Xiao Xin raised her eyelids to look at him and saw that his neck was red from holding on. Just as she was about to let go, the door to the room was kicked open.
"Bang—"
As the door opened, Fu Yan could no longer hold on and pressed heavily against Xiao Xin.
"!"
Xiao Xin was already injured, and when he was pressed down, he clearly felt the pain of a comminuted fracture.
"..."
Does this kid really want him dead?
"Oh, is Young Master Fu going all out for his birthday?" A male voice rang out from the doorway.
Xiao Xin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in a suit, tall and with long legs, wearing silver-rimmed glasses on his high nose, and a slightly frivolous and playful smile on his lips.
Fu Yan struggled to get up from Xiao Xin, but failed because his legs were numb.
As soon as he moved, Xiao Xin sensed that something was wrong with him.
"What's that sticky thing on you?" Xiao Xin asked, puzzled.
It seems to be below Fu Yan's waist...
Fu Yan was stunned. He suddenly pulled away from Xiao Xin's hand that was holding his collar, flipped to the side, and stood up.
He had just stood up and straightened his collar when a foot suddenly kicked him onto the sofa.
"Bang—" Fu Yan fell heavily onto the sofa.
"Instead of studying properly abroad, you come back and just hang out with your cousin?!"
A deep, resonant voice sounded behind her. Xiao Xin turned around and met the eyes of a business elite.
Xiao Xin then noticed that the man with glasses was accompanied by a business elite.
The man had one hand in his pocket, his hair neatly combed back, exuding a calm and composed demeanor; he was clearly the kind of person who acted decisively and efficiently.
The elite man looked younger than his old boss and resembled Fu Yan somewhat.
The way he looked at himself was just like Fu Yan's, filled with naked contempt, as if he were looking at a bedbug in a sewer.
"You lost the Jiang family's son, and now you're drowning your sorrows in alcohol at your cousin's place, just to mess around with this kind of slut?" The elite man looked at Xiao Xin and spoke, but his words were directed at Fu Yan.
Xiao Xin: "..."
Before he could retort, the man pointed at him and said to Fu Yan, "Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"
Xiao Xin was so angry he laughed. What kind of lunatics had he encountered all day?
Although he knew that this club was frequented by high-class people, he never imagined that wealthy people would have such low moral standards.
Xiao Xin looked up and retorted, "If you're afraid of getting sick, why did you come to a club?"
"You..." The elite man was furious, his hand trembling as he pointed at Xiao Xin's nose.
Xiao Xin looked at him with neither arrogance nor servility, her eyes seeming to say, "What can you do to me?"
Fu Yan propped herself up on the sofa and stood in front of the man.
He lowered his eyes, completely losing his previous arrogant and domineering demeanor, and became as docile as a cat in front of the man.
Xiao Xin really wanted to know what the relationship was between this man and Fu Yan, which made Fu Yan look timid.
Fu Yan's face was expressionless. He pulled down the man's arm, which was pointing at Xiao Xin, and said calmly, "Dad, my being here has nothing to do with him..."
"Smack!"
Without saying a word, Fu Qingting slapped Fu Yan across the face: "It's okay? I saw you two rolling around together!"
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