"Hey, hey, hey, isn't that Young Master Fu, whom everyone keeps away from for miles around? Why is he carrying someone today?"
Another male voice whispered in his ear, "That's right, look at the person Young Master Fu is carrying, isn't that the new girl our boss brought back yesterday? So Young Master Fu likes this type..."
Another voice, tinged with envy, clicked its tongue twice: "Oh, look at her face and figure, how can we compare? This incredible wealth will never be ours..."
A passing veteran employee overheard their conversation and knew they were newcomers. With his back to Fu Yan, he lowered his voice and snapped at them, "Are you two really not afraid of death?!"
As the senior employee spoke, he pulled the two new employees away, glancing back at Fu Yan in fear every now and then.
The two men weren't talking loudly, but Fu Yan still heard them as he passed by. He glanced at them indifferently, said nothing, and carried Xiao Xin towards the private room.
Xiao Xin closed his eyes, deliberately shutting out all external sounds.
Fu Yan's movements as he carried him weren't gentle; the swaying made him dizzy.
Xiao Xin endured it numbly, feeling as if he were no different from a dead person.
"Bang—"
It wasn't until the man slammed him hard onto the sofa, and a sharp, excruciating pain shot through his spine, that Xiao Xin realized he was still alive...
He braced his aching back from the fall and tried to sit up.
Fu Yan straddled him, sitting on his waist, and with a push of his hand, shoved him back onto the sofa.
Xiao Xin looked at him with suspicion, not understanding what this madman wanted to do...
The wound on the corner of his mouth was still throbbing, so painful that he dared not speak loudly, for fear that if he did, the wound would bleed uncontrollably again.
Seeing that he had stopped struggling, Fu Yan suddenly snorted coldly, pulled out a rope from behind him, and was about to tie Xiao Xin's hands.
Xiao Xin's pupils dilated sharply when he saw the rope.
That was leftover cotton rope from when the guests were flirting...
His hand instinctively tried to pull back, but Fu Yan grabbed his slender wrist and pressed it firmly against the rope, preventing him from moving any further.
Xiao Xin's lips moved, her eyes filled with terror: "You, what are you going to do... cough..."
Fu Yan tossed a throat lozenge into his mouth and curled his lips into a smile: "It's my birthday today, I'd like to invite you to play a game with me..."
As he spoke, he patted the slender, white wrists bound with cotton rope, looking at Xiao Xin with a playful expression: "You shouldn't refuse, right..."
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