Chapter 85 Don't go to the grave, let's go to the hospital first.
"Look, I can easily wrap your hand around it."
Wen Yao's ears flushed a deep crimson, her fingers stiffened, and she stubbornly looked up:
"These are my lines, don't add any unnecessary scenes."
"Okay." Fu Jinzhi agreed readily, but tightened his grip even more. "Then what should I say?"
"My hands are so cold, Yaoyao, can you warm them up for me?"
"Why do you have such a high fever?" Now, Wen Yao's face also turned red.
Damn it, how come Fu Jinzhi is so good at this?
Thinking of this, Wen Yao immediately became alert.
Her eyes sharpened: "Is this experience you gained from your ex-girlfriend?"
"Or," Wen Yao suddenly realized, "did you learn it from An Ruoruo?!"
The ambiguous atmosphere was completely swept away.
Fu Jinzhi's lips curled into a smile. He stood up and pulled Wen Yao up, saying, "Don't ruin my reputation."
"From birth to now, there is no predecessor in the world."
"There are no exes in the world, and even if there were, you wouldn't admit it?" Wen Yao still refused to let Fu Jinzhi off the hook.
"Really, there isn't any." Fu Jinzhi said helplessly.
Wen Yao believed that Fu Jinzhi had no exes, after all, he was the male lead and wouldn't have any romantic entanglements with characters other than his white moonlight and the female lead.
What she truly cared about was An Ruoruo, even though Fu Yan had said An Ruoruo was a lesbian...
Without giving her much time to think, Fu Jinzhi said in a low voice, "In a few days it will be Ruoruo's death anniversary. I'll take you to her grave."
Wen Yao was shocked. What did this mean?
Wen Yao: "Do you mean you want me to go and pay my respects to my ex-wife?"
Fu Jinzhi reached out and gently tapped her forehead, his voice filled with helpless affection, "Nonsense."
"Ruoruo and I have absolutely no feelings for each other beyond friendship. He has a girlfriend."
What exactly is going on? If An Ruoruo really likes women, then why did she compete with An Rourou for Fu Jinzhi, who was the object of her affections for over a thousand chapters, in the original novel?
Wen Yao was completely baffled.
Fearing that Wen Yao might overthink things, Fu Jinzhi took Wen Yao to a cemetery on the anniversary of An Ruoruo's death.
The sun was shining brightly that day, intense and dazzling, and even in the suburbs, the air was thick with heat.
As Wen Yao watched helplessly as Fu Jinzhi pulled out a lot of good cigarettes and liquor, her lips twitched involuntarily.
"We're here to pay homage to the beautiful woman, not to wish an old man a Happy New Year. Why did you bring so much cigarettes and alcohol?"
Fu Jinzhi frowned with a hint of nostalgia: "An Ruoruo is really good at putting on an act in front of others."
"But she drinks and smokes in private!"
"If I bring some fruit or pastries, she'll appear in my dream and either beat me up or curse me to death."
This was completely different from the white moonlight in Wen Yao's memory, and she tried hard to piece together the plot and bits and pieces leaked by others.
"Isn't An Ruoruo a gentle, generous, and kind young lady from a prominent family—in short, without any flaws?"
"She can even make friends with someone as stupid and reckless as Zhao Xinting."
Fu Jinzhi chuckled, his captivating peach blossom eyes filled with disdain, his voice mocking:
"She has 'friends' everywhere, she'll even greet a passing dog, but she knows those people inside and out. How many people really know her?"
Fu Jinzhi's gaze fell on Wen Yao's face, and he reached out to brush the fallen flowers off her shoulder. "Yao Yao, how could someone who can play with me be some kind of noble and righteous good person?"
"An Ruoruo is just exceptionally good at pretending."
Wen Yao met his gaze, a hint of provocation in her eyes: "What if it's because Miss An is of good character and tolerant of you?"
Fu Jinzhi scoffed: "Do I need a pushover as a friend? There are plenty of people who want to please me."
That's true.
Fu Jinzhi rarely acted like a troublemaker in front of her, but even Madam Fu and Fu Yan often mentioned that Fu Jinzhi was difficult to get along with.
However, given his status, countless people wanted to curry favor with him, but I've never heard of Fu Jinzhi having many friends.
Still finding it unbelievable, Wen Yao turned to look at An Ruoruo's tombstone, with her straight, smooth long hair, gentle eyes, and faint smile.
Pure and beautiful, it's practically the embodiment of the term "white moonlight".
It's hard to imagine that she's just as proud and arrogant as Fu Jinzhi at heart.
But compared to the somewhat unrealistic ideal of a white moonlight, this contrast is also very charming, as if the character has suddenly become flesh and blood instead of a two-dimensional figure.
Wen Yao couldn't help but bow deeply to the tombstone, feeling extremely regretful.
Such a person was also portrayed as so melodramatic, crazy, and boring in the original work.
Fu Jinzhi, somewhat annoyed, helped her up, "Alright, alright, this is just a cenotaph, no need to be so polite."
Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Wen Yao's eyes. She had thought it was too bizarre for someone who had died and been buried to suddenly come back to life; it turned out that the body had never been found!
But An Ruoruo was a young lady from a prominent family. How could she be declared dead before her body was even found?
Wen Yao's fingers clenched involuntarily. "How did An Ruoruo die?"
"I've implicated you." Fu Jinzhi was still smiling, but his dark eyes were filled with complex emotions, both sadness and guilt.
"When I was in my teens and twenties, I was more reckless than I am now. I was never afraid of offending people and I was also flamboyant about not having bodyguards."
"Almost the whole world knows that I am the future heir of the Fu family, and I have never tried to hide it."
Fu Jinzhi bent down and took out all the cigarettes and alcohol, arranging them one by one. Wen Yao followed his lead and helped.
"That summer, I invited some decent-looking people to a party on my cruise ship."
"We encountered some robbers when we reached the high seas." Fu Jinzhi showed no change in expression as he deftly lit a few incense sticks and placed them in the incense burner in front of the grave.
"I was too confident. Ruoruo took a bullet and fell off the cruise ship while protecting me..."
"When the rescue team arrived, they could no longer find her."
"If I hadn't ordered all the bodyguards to go to the other ship, perhaps..."
"How long are you going to keep repeating these old clichés?" A cold voice suddenly rang out from behind Wen Yao and Fu Jinzhi.
It was a young woman, dressed in a black dress, her face completely pale, almost blending into the bouquet of lilies in her arms.
"If Ruoruo chose to save you, it's only because she considers you a friend." The girl's face was indifferent, her amber pupils like a stagnant pool.
"Don't keep bringing these things up like Xianglin's wife; she'll just think that's not cool at all."
"Qin Shu, stop visiting the grave, let's go to the hospital first." Fu Jinzhi looked at the person who came and sighed, "You look like you were just dug out of the grave."
"I'm afraid I'll have to visit your grave next year."
Wen Yao gasped. It wasn't hard to guess Qin Shu's identity; he must be An Ruoruo's girlfriend. But why was Xiao Fu talking to people like that?
“Yes, unlike you, you’ve aged noticeably in two years,” the woman called Qin Shu retorted.
She turned to look at Wen Yao, a mocking smile on her face: "Is this little sister even an adult yet? Even President Fu is playing the old cow eating young grass game."
"Should I write a calligraphy piece for you, like 'An eighteen-year-old bride and an eighty-year-old groom, white hair against red makeup'?"
Great, both of them have such sharp tongues, having such good friends and girlfriends...
Wen Yao now truly believes that An Ruoruo is not the gentle and kind person she was rumored to be.
After all, birds of a feather flock together.
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