Liu Man was filled with regret, while Han Chengguo was still immersed in the sudden turn of events. The man and woman who were embracing each other in the center of the room remained motionless, as moonlight gently illuminated the noble man, creating an illusion of tenderness.
"Han Xiaoye."
The man's voice was exquisite and deep, like feathers brushing against heartstrings. Yet, it also carried an estranged distance from deep within.
"Hmm?"
"You are holding on too tightly."
Boom!
Han Xiaoye abruptly released her grip, her face flushing red!
Fu Zhiyan had definitely done it on purpose, definitely! She had simply forgotten about it, not intentionally trying to take advantage of him! Did he really have to say she was holding on too tightly? It sounded as if she couldn't bear to let go!
Liu Man regained her senses at this moment and forced a flattering smile toward Fu Zhiyan, instructing, "Xiaoye, why are you standing there like a fool? Go and offer Mr. Fu some tea."
"No need." Han Xiaoye immediately interrupted her, getting straight to the point. "We are leaving soon."
She hadn't forgotten how she escaped from the police station. Fu Zhiyan had come to take her back, so naturally, she had to leave. Besides, with what had just happened, she didn't want to stay here any longer.
"Leaving? Where are you going?" Liu Man's voice suddenly grew sharper due to jealousy. "Are you planning to live with a man at such a young age? Xiaoye, you're still a senior high school student, you should understand the principles of propriety and integrity from your textbooks."
F*ck! She had seen shameless people, but she had never seen anyone reach such a level! Han Xiaoye's expression turned grim as she dangerously stared at Liu Man. She smiled but her eyes didn't, "Integrity? Is it considered integrity to have sold me to Longteng for work?"
Liu Man was stung by her words, immediately recalling her previous attempt to use her as a bargaining chip to exchange for Han Susu. She felt somewhat uncertain. However, Han Xiaoye was her only lifeline and the foundation of her success. She was unwilling to let go no matter what.
"Regardless, I disagree. I'm your legal guardian, and I have the right..."
"From now on, you're not." The man, who had been silent all this time, spoke calmly.
"What do you mean, Mr. Fu?" Liu Man's expression changed.
"She's mine."
From the beginning, Han Xiaoye was destined to be his. She was the one he had lost and regained.
Fu Zhiyan gripped the wrist of the girl beside him and pulled her along, his cold lips parting. "Let's go."
Han Xiaoye didn't say a word and followed behind him, step by step, leaving the place devoid of any warmth of kinship for the past five years.
"Xiaoye, Han Xiaoye, you can't leave... Han Xiaoye..." Liu Man's voice became shrill as she repeatedly called out her name. A group of black-clad bodyguards simultaneously pulled out their guns and aimed them at Liu Man's head. In an instant, she fell silent, scared and paralyzed on the ground...
In the blink of an eye, Fu Zhiyan had already led her out of the door. The driver opened the door to the Bentley, and Han Xiaoye obediently got in.
"Drive."
"Yes, Mr. Fu."
As the driver stepped on the accelerator, the Bentley soared into the darkness... Dozens of black-clad bodyguards simultaneously boarded other vehicles, and around twenty Land Rovers of the same color followed the Bentley, all disappearing into the dark night together...
...
The Bentley stopped in a beautiful villa area.
The driver opened the door for the two of them, and Han Xiaoye looked at the exquisite European-style villa in front of her, unable to hide her surprise. "Aren't we supposed to go to the police station?"
Fu Zhiyan halted his long legs and turned around, giving her a cold glance. "You want to go to the police station?"
She must be insane!
Han Xiaoye instantly shut her mouth and followed him into the villa. A kind woman wearing an apron came forward to greet them, "Young Master, you're back? Is this the young lady you mentioned, Xiaoye?"
Fu Zhiyan had mentioned her?
Han Xiaoye felt that her brain couldn't keep up.
This place was obviously Fu Zhiyan's home. Did Fu Zhiyan invite her to live with him? Could it be that Fu Zhiyan was captivated by her beauty at first sight and couldn't let go, deciding to make her his mistress? As soon as this thought emerged, she dismissed it. She had watched too many idol dramas and was easily brainwashed. If this b*stard had fallen in love with her at first sight, would he send her to the police station and beat her up there? The person who ended up getting beaten at the police station didn't exist? Well, what the heck qa he really up to anyway?
While she was lost in her thoughts, her hand was suddenly held by someone. Auntie Wang, who was wearing an apron, looked at her affectionately and smiled, "Miss Xiaoye, from now on, you can stay at your uncle's place with peace of mind. I'm Auntie Wang, the housekeeper here. If there's anything you're not used to, remember to tell me. Come, let me show you around."
...Uncle!
"What!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Fu Zhiyan's icy gaze swept over, and she swallowed the word "the f*ck."
Auntie Wang didn't notice the brief interaction between the two and warmly led her on a tour of the villa. Then, she took her directly to the second floor and opened the door to the room on the top left. The room was adorned in a beautiful shade of lake blue, with a painted prince and starry sky on the walls, exuding a special charm.
"Wow, so beautiful." She could not help but exclaim.
Aunt Wang smiled and opened the wardrobe, revealing a row of clothes inside, including the latest LV, Chanel, and Gucci designs. Han Xiaoye's jaw dropped in astonishment. Did they bring the mall into the house?
"Miss Xiaoye, take a look and see if these clothes fit well."
Han Xiaoye couldn't refuse and took out a light blue dress, measured it and discovered that it fit astonishingly well. She thought it was prepared by Auntie Wang, so she hugged her and cutely stuck out her tongue, "Thank you, Auntie Wang."
Although she wasn't Fu Zhiyan's real niece, she could feel Auntie Wang's thoughtfulness. Since her mother passed away, no one had treated her so well.
"Don't thank me, thank the Young Master. He personally went to the mall this afternoon to pick these clothes for you. How about it, do you like them?"
Fu Zhiyan personally picked them for her?
Han Xiaoye's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable feeling surged within her.
"I'll go thank my... uncle." She put down the clothes and hurriedly went downstairs.
She wanted to ask Fu Zhiyan what exactly he was planning to do!
And also, did they know each other before?
In the living room downstairs, there was a person she didn't know who suddenly appeared, holding a peeled apple and handing it over to the man who was lounging and reading the newspaper.
"Brother Zhiyan, have some apples."
The smile on Han Xiaoye's lips froze instantly, and she slowed her pace. The woman who was feeding the apple suddenly looked up. She was in her twenties, with delicate features and an air of elegance. But for some reason, Han Xiaoye just didn't like her.
The woman stood up warmly, smiling gently, "Hi, Xiaoye. You're here. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Ji Shuya, you can call me Sister Shuya. I'm your uncle's childhood friend and also your tutor for your studies. Nice to meet you."
F*ck, how many people did Fu Zhiyan tell that he's my uncle? He was addicted to role-playing!
Han Xiaoye completely ignored the hand extended to her and walked up to Fu Zhiyan, stubbornly pursing her lips. "I don't need a tutor."