He opened the car door and helped her into the passenger seat.
"Hungry or not? What do you want to eat?"
"Anything... I'm sorry for troubling you as soon as we met. Thank you for your help."
"No need to thank me; you are my wife."
Song Anjiu's heart skipped a beat, entirely unprepared for his response.
Wife? She had yet to truly grasp the reality! At that moment, she had acted merely out of impulse and spite without considering anything else...
He didn't ask anything—not why she didn't explain at first—as if he had already seen through her, understanding everything.
Then, Fu Chenshang took her to the most upscale restaurant in City A without any hesitation. Were it not for Fu Chenshang's face, which acted like a pass, her presence alone at the door could have gotten her kicked out a hundred times.
After dinner, Fu Chenshang took her to a styling salon.
Seeing him eyeing her hair, Song Anjiu quickly said, "I just got my hair cut; it doesn't need fixing."
"Go inside!"
She was still brought inside. Having just received a huge favor from him, Song Anjiu found it hard to refuse and followed him in, unsure of his intentions.
As soon as they entered, a familiar stylist greeted them.
"Mr. Fu, what brings you here today...?" Before he could finish, he caught sight of Song Anjiu behind him, his mouth agape in surprise, but his professional demeanor quickly recovered. "Who is this?"
Fu Chenshang did not respond, "Send a female stylist over."
"Please wait a moment."
Soon, a woman came over, "Hello, I'm Tina! What does Mr. Fu need?"
"Can this color be washed out?" Fu Chenshang asked, displeasure apparent as he ran his hand through Song Anjiu's hair.
Tina responded reluctantly, "It can't be washed out, only dyed."
"Then dye it black."
"I don't want to!" Song Anjiu immediately refused, but was firmly held down by a pair of strong hands.
"A student should look like a student!"
"I don't need you to tell me how to look!"
Sure enough, he was no different from anyone else! Song Anjiu immediately went on high alert.
The stylist, frightened into silence, had never seen anyone talk to Fu Chenshang like this before. Who was this woman with the exaggerated non-mainstream heavy metal hairstyle, freshly blow-dried and cut?
"Anjiu!" Fu Chenshang frowned.
"If you don't like it, you don't have to look! Who asked you to look!"
"Song Anjiu!" He articulated each syllable, signaling strong disapproval in this moment.
She became more agitated, "Who do you think you are to order me around! You..."
The next second, the air became still, Song Anjiu's lips sealed by his.
He used some force, warningly pinching her chin, gazing at her face obscured by heavy makeup, "Who do you think I am? Song Anjiu, you seem to have not realized your own identity yet!"
Ah, the hearts of all the onlooking stylists shattered!
Could that weirdly colored cheap lipstick be toxic? Damn, when had Fu Chenshang's taste become so intense! This face, he could even kiss this! It was awe-inspiring! How were they supposed to continue in the fashion industry with this standard!