Chapter 112 If I jump from here, I'll frame you.
Fu Jinzhi took a deep breath, his eyes glistening with vulnerability, and his voice was low:
"You know, I left my mother when I was very young."
Wen Yao knew this was the truth; Fu Jinzhi had grown up with Old Master Fu, but…
Wen Yao: "What does this have to do with your target of body pillows?"
Fu Jinzhi got up, two buttons of his pajamas were undone, revealing his chest muscles and his fair, alluring skin. Wen Yao stared at him for a moment.
Good heavens, Empress Fu will stop at nothing to win the emperor's favor.
Fu Jinzhi was unaware that the honey trap had unexpectedly worked. He hung his head dejectedly and said, "I'm never the one who's firmly chosen, so I feel insecure in relationships."
"Yaoyao, once I fall in love, I will definitely become a jealous husband. I will stop at nothing to suppress those who disagree with me."
Like a dragon guarding its jewels, like a hungry wolf clenching its bones, it cannot tolerate the emergence of any competitor.
Fu Jinzhi lowered her voice slightly, "I am not as omnipotent, indestructible, and magnanimous as you imagine."
At first, Wen Yao felt a pang of sympathy, but the more she listened, the more something seemed amiss.
She grabbed Fu Jinzhi's ear, her cat-like eyes filled with shock: "Since we met, you've secretly stepped on Gu Shaohong and Wang Xing countless times. Before, you also seized every opportunity in the company to make me go public. You're incredibly jealous."
Wen Yao: "How can you be so confident that you have a broad mind?"
Wen Yao's lips twitched again: "I've always known you're a jealous person. Although your reasons for being jealous are always quite unique, I've accepted them all, haven't I?"
Fu Jinzhi paused slightly, a faint blush rising to the tips of her ears.
It seems that way; he's a powerful and charismatic figure outside, but he can't keep up the act for long in front of Wen Yao before his true colors are revealed...
Thinking about it this way, Wen Yao had always been very tolerant of him, and Fu Jinzhi suddenly felt confident:
"Then this cushion is not allowed on our bed."
Fu Jinzhi emphasized the word "we" heavily, and continued, "I'll be jealous if you sleep with it in your arms."
Previously, Fu Jinzhi was jealous of both men and women, but now that their relationship has progressed, her jealousy has escalated to include inanimate objects.
Wen Yao had no choice but to indulge the man she had chosen.
She snatched the cushion from Fu Jinzhi's arms, kicked it far away, and turned off the light.
"Alright, time to sleep!"
A few days later, Wen Yao and Fu Jinzhi received an invitation from the An family, this time to solemnly announce An Ruoruo's return.
Wen Yao rested her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought: "An Ruoruo is highly valued in the An family!"
Fu Jinzhi scoffed, "After all, she is the only heir of the An family."
Wen Yao became interested. In the elite circles of S City, the succession is mostly determined by the most capable, regardless of gender.
However, it is indeed surprising that Chairman An has not had a new successor even six years after An Ruoruo's "death".
Seeing Wen Yao's curiosity, Fu Jinzhi patiently explained.
An Ruoruo's parents were once an enviable loving couple, but it was precisely because they loved each other so much that their betrayal seemed so unforgivable.
After discovering Chairman An's mistress, Madam An personally castrated him, turning the once-happy couple into bitter enemies.
From then on, Madam An became morbidly insane, no longer believing in feelings, and prioritizing profit above all else.
She strictly manages and educates her daughter, wishing An Ruoruo could become a robot with only work on her mind, so that she could earn more profits for her.
Wen Yao stared in disbelief: "What about Chairman An? Is he still alive?"
Fu Jinzhi nodded: "He's alive, but She is dead. He rarely appears in public now, and he has been separated from Madam An for more than ten years."
It's understandable, isn't it? With the news of his castration spreading like wildfire, which man could remain calm and composed?
What's more, when the incident happened, An's father was still young and powerful, and this contrast made him go from heaven to hell.
Wen Yao looked at Fu Jinzhi with a serious expression: "Actually, my mental state isn't very healthy either."
The implication was that Fu Jinzhi should keep a clean record, otherwise the tragedy that befell An's father might be repeated in his own life.
Stung by Wen Yao's gaze, even though Fu Jinzhi had never intended to cheat, a chill still ran down his spine.
The venue for this banquet was quite unique; it was neither at Anjia Manor nor at a well-known hotel, but at a resort in the suburbs.
The sky was overcast on the day of the banquet, giving the impression that a storm was brewing. However, being in the height of summer, the overcast weather actually added a touch of coolness.
Anjia spent a fortune on booking and decorating the venue, blatantly telling everyone how much they valued this banquet.
The resort is decorated in a Chinese style that Mrs. An greatly admires, with pavilions and towers everywhere, and carved beams and painted rafters all around.
The streetlights along the way were replaced with exquisite red lanterns of varying sizes, creating a festive and vibrant atmosphere.
Wen Yao and Fu Jinzhi had arrived quite early, expecting few guests, but they were surprised to see familiar faces everywhere—
Most of them were socialites and gentlemen who had appeared at Fu Lizhi's victory celebration banquet.
Upon seeing Wen Yao and Fu Jinzhi, many people came forward to exchange pleasantries and greetings, and it took the two a while to extricate themselves from the social interaction.
After watching the two leave, a heated discussion broke out among the crowd.
"I never expected that the pianist was really An Ruoruo." A young woman covered her face, as if she had been slapped in pain by an invisible hand.
"I even mocked her. I didn't want to come, but then I thought about the chaotic scene I was going to witness..."
"I'm here just to watch the drama unfold!"
"Fu Jinzhi and Wen Yao have a very good relationship. So, who do you think is better, the new love or the old love?"
"Take a gamble? I choose Wen Yao. An interesting soul is one in a million, and a sick soul is one in a billion."
"Heh, it must be An Ruoruo. You women don't understand the destructive power of the white moonlight."
...
"Do you think Fu Jinzhi will choose me or Wen Yao?" An Ruoruo sat in front of the vanity mirror, looking melancholy.
Zhao Xinting stood beside An Ruoruo, her expression resolute. "Of course we'll choose you. How many years have you and President Fu known each other? What is Wen Yao anyway?"
Zhao Xinting now hates Wen Yao intensely. Her cousin Zhao Xier is still in jail, and it's all Wen Yao's fault!
"Don't worry." Zhao Xinting clenched her fist. "I will help you win Fu Jinzhi back. If it weren't for that accident back then, you two would have been together long ago."
...
Not long after Fu Jinzhi arrived, he was called away by an elder to play chess, while Wen Yao watched from the side with little interest.
An Ruoruo smiled and took Wen Yao's hand. "A little bored, aren't you?"
"There's an artificial lake ahead, and the lotus flowers are blooming beautifully. We can go over and take a look."
"Here it comes, here it comes, the battle between the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole is about to begin," Wen Yao thought to herself, but her face remained innocent.
She wrapped her arm around An Ruoruo's back, "Okay."
An Ruoruo thought with disdain, "What a stupid thing. This ex-wife is still alive and not divorced. It's probably just that An Rourou's methods are too bad."
The two appeared friendly on the surface but were actually at odds, walking towards the artificial lake arm in arm like best friends.
The lotus flowers were indeed in full bloom, each one standing tall and graceful, dancing in the wind.
An Ruoruo's voice was soft but full of malice: "If I jump off from here and frame you, guess what will happen?"
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