Luo Nanchu stayed upstairs for the entire afternoon and did not come down once.
When the horizon was about to grow dark, Fu Tingyuan glanced at the time and looked up.
"Tell her to come down," he said to the servant.
The servant nodded and went upstairs.
After five minutes, the servant came down while looking awkward.
She said to Fu Tingyuan, "Mr. Fu, Ms. Luo says she wants to sleep and refuses to come down."
Fu Tingyuan nodded. Getting up from the sofa, he walked upstairs autonomously.
Downstairs, a few of the servants exchanged glances.
Luo Nanchu and Fu Tingyuan's relationship puzzled them.
They were not man-and-mistress, but were not lovers either.
Today was the only time they fought right in front of the servants.
It was troublesome for them as servants if their masters were fighting and unhappy.
They wished that they would reconcile soon.
…
Fu Tingyuan pushed the door open and saw Luo Nanchu on the bed.
She was not sleeping. Instead, she was sitting on her bed and playing on her computer.
She did not even look up at his entrance.
Standing outside the door, he said indifferently, "Get up."
Luo Nanchu did not seem to hear him.
Fu Tingyuan walked over and took away her laptop.
Fed up, Luo Nanchu knitted her eyebrows together and glared at him.
"You're not letting me go out, so can't I play stuff on my computer then?"
Fu Tingyuan stood by the bed and glanced at her appearance and her clothing.
Raising a hand, he brushed a finger across a love-bite that he had left behind her neck and said mildly, "Go change into a new set of clothes. I'm taking you out tonight."
"Where to?"
Fu Tingyuan withdrew his hand and said, "Wear some pants."
Luo Nanchu looked at his frosty expression and pursed her lips. Standing up, she went and opened the wardrobe to get a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. After that, she went into the bathroom and changed.
When she came out, Fu Tingyuan looked over her appearance. Seemingly satisfied, he held her hand and led her down the stairs.
…
Fu Tingyuan drove.
Luo Nanchu looked out the window and noticed that they were not driving in the direction of the city.
Cupping her chin, she stared through the window and asked indifferently, "Is Mr. Fu going to the racetrack?"
Upon hearing her words, Fu Tingyuan turned his head and glanced at her.
In the shotgun seat, Luo Nanchu continued to look outside with a light smile on her face.
"I kind of miss this road," she murmured.
Fu Tingyuan did indeed park his car at the racetrack.
This racetrack was located at the top of a mountain and was booked all year round by the rich families of Tong City. It was a place that a commoner could not enter.
The night sky was dark outside, yet the racetrack was as bright as day.
Upon Fu Tingyuan's entrance, a smiling young man came up and greeted them, saying, "You're finally here, President Fu."
Fu Tingyuan nodded and replied, "I'm late."
"No, you came just in time," the young man said as he led them inside. "I'm already happy that you came."
Luo Nanchu looked up to see inside.
The luxurious cars on the racetrack were a feast for the eyes. There was an attractive Ferrari 458, a vintage SRT 8392, an imposing AMG GT, and other veterans of the racetrack like a ZR1, a WRX STI, an RX-7, et cetera… Every single vehicle here could excite a car lover's heart.
Luo Nanchu held on to Fu Tingyuan's arm, smiled at him, and asked, "Will Nanchu have the chance to admire the valiance of Mr. Fu's racing later on?"
The young man leading them turned around and smiled, explaining, "President Fu only comes to watch us. He's never participated."
"That's a pity. I heard that racing accidents are quite common." Luo Nanchu smiled lightly.
The young man in front of them halted in his tracks and almost choked. Fu Tingyuan sent a sideways glance at her, but said nothing.