Fu Yunshen flicked the ash from his fingertips, remaining silent.
In the dim light, his handsome and graceful profile appeared enigmatic.
Seeing that Fu Yunshen did not outright reject him, Mr. Mu sensed that he might be interested in the woman on the stage.
Wen Yuci finished her pipa performance and stepped down from the stage.
Just as she was about to say something, her delicate shoulders were firmly embraced by a man's arm.
Wen Yuci furrowed her brows.
Uncomfortable with the touch of strangers, she tried to shake off Mr. Mu's hand, but he led her towards the sofa instead.
"Beauty, stop playing coy. Serving our Brother Fu is your good fortune!"
Brother Fu?
Hearing this name, she instinctively stiffened.
She looked towards the corner, where the light was dimmer, and couldn't make out who was sitting there.
But she distinctly felt the intensity of the man's gaze on her.
It was cold, piercing, and impossible to ignore.
A gaze that felt both familiar and strange to her.
