Fu Yan finished treating the wound and then applied a band-aid with a businesslike tone, "Don't get it wet, it should be fine in a couple of days."
Sheng Congzhi hadn't spoken yet...
Lu Huaichen said, "Thank you, Brother Yan."
Fu Yan raised his eyelids slightly, "What did you call me?"
Lu Huaichen replied, "Brother Yan..."
Was that wrong?
Fu Yan and Lu Jiangnian were good friends and often visited the Lu Family; that's what he'd always called him...
"According to seniority, you should call me Second Uncle," Fu Yan's voice was steady, his statement bold and confident.
This caused Lu Jiangnian to twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Damn Second Uncle!
Always taking advantage of him.
"Alright, Second Uncle!" Lu Huaichen quickly changed his address, "Thank you, Second Uncle, for treating Zhizhi's wound."
Fu Yan closed the medical kit, "You're welcome."
Lu Huaichen quickly returned to Sheng Congzhi's side, "Zhizhi, were you frightened? It's all my fault, my dad just called me, and he rambled on for a long time, and also..."
"Sorry, Uncle," Fu Yan suddenly spoke up, "It's my fault for disturbing your birthday gathering today."
Mr. Lu gestured with his hand to indicate it didn't matter.
"I have some matters to attend to and must leave first; I'll visit another day to apologize," Fu Yan continued.
"I'll walk you out, Grandpa," said Lu Jiangnian hastily.
After the two had left, Sheng Congzhi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Lu meanwhile expressed his regret, "After all these years, I thought Ah Yan had become more stable, but who would have thought..."
He's still easily triggered!
"Grandpa," Lu Huaichen was curious, "What exactly did Cousin do to upset Second Uncle? I heard..."
Suddenly his phone rang.
Sheng Congzhi checked it.
Someone had just sent a WeChat message right after leaving, only four words, "Come to the parking lot."
???
Quickly another message arrived, this time six words: "Or face the consequences."
Sheng Congzhi: ...
She put down her phone, "Grandpa Lu, I'm feeling a bit unwell and would like to head back first."
Given how scary Lin Wei was just now, Grandpa Lu nodded, "Alright, go rest. And about what I mentioned earlier, give it some thought..."
Sheng Congzhi nodded.
Elsewhere.
In the elevator, Lu Jiangnian looked at someone.
Fu Yan leaned against the elevator wall, holding his phone, his thin lips slightly curled, his expression casual and lazy.
Where was the ferocity from before?
"Feeling better?"
"..."
"Smiling so flirtatiously, who are you messaging?" Lu Jiangnian asked again.
"..." Still no response.
Lu Jiangnian stepped forward, just about to sneak a peek...
Fu Yan put down his phone and lit a cigarette, holding it at an angle, "Were you defending someone just now?"
Damn it!
Lu Jiangnian quickly explained, "Not at all, I was just looking out for you. There are a lot of people at the scene and a lot of chatter; spreading this would not be good for you or Sheng Congzhi. Besides, you crippled one of his hands and kicked him, at least breaking two ribs—it would be enough for him to lay in the hospital for two months."
Fu Yan sneered, "If you hadn't stopped me, it wouldn't have been just his ribs."
Lu Jiangnian: ...
He was still not over it?
Sure enough.
"I want all the surveillance footage of Lin Wei tonight."
**
Sheng Congzhi arrived at the underground parking lot, cautiously observing her surroundings.
"Zhizhi, isn't your ride here yet?" Lu Huaichen also looked.
"He'll be here soon, you go back first."
"No, I have to see you into the car; I won't be at ease otherwise. Besides, I promised Grandpa..."
Suddenly, a horn sounded.
A black sedan drove over and stopped, its windows tinted, impossible to see inside.
But Sheng Congzhi felt incredibly nervous, "I need to go, goodbye."
After saying this, she ran off, her high-heels clicking.
The passenger-side door was pushed open from the inside, and as she bent down to get into the car, a man's teasing voice rang out, "Am I that unbearable to see?"
Sheng Congzhi choked for a moment, quickly shutting the car door, "Mutual feeling."
Fu Yan chuckled lowly, "Is this blaming me?"
"No," Sheng Congzhi hastily denied, "I should thank you for helping me out just now."
After all, she was a celebrity; if Fu Yan hadn't stepped in, her Weibo would probably be trending with her hitting someone...
Fu Yan raised an eyebrow, "So how do you plan to thank me?"
Sheng Congzhi: ???
She found that Fu Yan, this dog...
especially liked to climb up the pole!
And every sentence seemed to dig a hole waiting for her to jump in.
"Um?" Fu Yan leaned in closer to her, "I don't mind if you show your appreciation with actions."
Each word brought him closer.
His voice was deliberately lowered, as if it had hooks...
Seductive and silky.
Sheng Congzhi tried to stay calm, "Can you drive faster?"
She glanced at the rearview mirror; Lu Huaichen was still standing there, watching.
Fu Yan chuckled as he started the car, casually tossing over a box of wet wipes.
"What for?"
"Disgusted by being touched by that sort of scum?"
"It was just a touch," Sheng Congzhi said resignedly. "Besides, you also..."
She stopped herself in time.
Yet it still elicited a teasing laugh from the man, "You reminded me."
Speaking of which, he extended his right hand, "I used this hand to beat him up. Be good, help me wipe it too."
Sheng Congzhi:...
That's what you get for talking too much!
She could only pull out a wet wipe and resignedly begin to clean.
Fu Yan's hand was beautiful, with evenly spaced joints and long fingers; the skin was white, like a fine piece of art.
As someone who deeply appreciated hands, it was really hard not to be attracted.
From the back of the hand to the palm, to each finger, she carefully wiped them clean.
Reluctantly letting go, nearly losing her composure...
"Done," she released his hand.
Fu Yan's lips slightly curled, "Zhizhi, has anyone ever told you that you contradict yourself a lot?"
Sheng Congzhi's heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean?"
Fu Yan just smiled without a word.
Yet, it made her start to wildly guess.
Could it be...
that he had heard all the nonsense she spoke on the balcony?
Damn, social suicide!
Her aloof persona was completely shattered...
Clearing her throat, Sheng Congzhi decided to play dead.
But someone just wouldn't let her off, "Zhizhi, what is a 'male dog's waist'?"
Sheng Congzhi:......
Thankfully, her phone rang, saving her from the awkwardness.
"Hello."
The voice on the other end was clear yet unfamiliar, "May I speak with the head senior sister?"
**
Yunxi Street.
This was Yun City's famous Antique Street, crowded, narrow, and almost shabby.
A shop named "Luo Mansion" with several men in black standing at its entrance.
Inside...
Fu Dongting had already drunk two cups of herbal tea.
Finally, a door opened and the young master Luo Yuanjiu stepped out, "Mr. Fu, I just inquired for you, this painting can be restored."
Fu Dongting stood up, "Really?"
"This painting is in such bad condition, I asked several restoration masters, and all said it was difficult to restore it to its original state, except for the head senior sister, but she hasn't taken any jobs for three years... Mr. Fu, you're really lucky today."
The painting of "The Ode to the Nymph of the Luo River" on the table was wrinkled and the surface was corroded, with various damages and dust, almost turning into scrap paper...
For this painting, Fu Dongting had run through the entire Antique Street today and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great, when will your head senior sister come to the shop? I would like to meet her..."
"I'm really sorry," Luo Yuanjiu frowned. "My head senior sister is introverted and only takes jobs, never meeting clients. Honestly, I haven't seen her for over three years either."
How mysterious?
On second thought, many big shots were indeed like this, especially those who were older, with particularly odd temperaments...
**
Leaving Antique Street, a familiar black sedan was parked on the roadside ahead.
"Mr. Fu, it looks like your uncle's car..."
The driver hadn't finished speaking when the car door opened, and a more familiar figure stepped out.
It was Sheng Congzhi.
Dressed in a light blue dress and wearing a pair of retro-style black sunglasses, standing on the noisy and dilapidated street in high heels, her figure was graceful, her skin fair, her lips red, and her chestnut curly hair fluttering in the wind...
Like a movie star who had accidentally stumbled into the mortal world from a time tunnel, attracting many sideways glances.
The driver was surprised: "Who is that?"
"Let's go," Fu Dongting withdrew his gaze.
He had no interest in Fu Yan's affairs.
As for Sheng Congzhi...
He was even less inclined to bother.