Ye Jiaorui's face turned green with anger.
Fu Dongting's expression wasn't much better either.
As for Fu Yan, he tilted his face slightly and gave Sheng Congzhi a hook-lipped smile.
His gaze was blatant and direct, unabashed and utterly unrestrained.
Sheng Congzhi slowly reined in her smile, then chose to look up at the ceiling.
"Uncle," Fu Dongting said, his tone still somewhat respectful, "What a coincidence. Are you here to..."
Fu Yan didn't even move his eyes, "Of course, to pick up my wife for dinner."
Fu Dongting: "..."
"And you," Fu Yan finally glanced sideways at him. "Returning home?"
Fu Dongting was taken aback, "I..."
"Indeed," Fu Yan suddenly broke into a smile. "The former fiancée suddenly becomes an aunt, forcing you to watch the elders display affection at home. It must be hard on you, no wonder you came here to drown your sorrows with drink."
Fu Dongting again: "..."
Sheng Congzhi really wanted to speak up.
But looking at Fu Dongting's frustrated expression...
Why did she suddenly feel so exhilarated?
"Zhizhi," Fu Yan spoke.
Before Sheng Congzhi could respond, the man had already grasped her wrist, "Come home with your husband for dinner."
...
Thus, the two of them left together.
Watching their backs, Fu Dongting frowned deeply.
Ye Jiaorui clenched her teeth even more tightly, "Dongting, Zhizhi is going too far. She couldn't have done it on purpose, could she? Knowing that you wanted to call off the engagement, she just seduces your uncle. Now she'll be your senior in the Fu Family; she must be intent on annoying you..."
"Stop it!" Fu Dongting interrupted.
He didn't like Sheng Congzhi at all. If it weren't for Mr. Fu's pressure, he would never have agreed to this arranged marriage.
But it was bad enough that she used to flirt with male celebrities online. Now, she had gone as far as to publicly cuckold him, sleeping with his uncle, Fu Yan, on the night of his birthday banquet!
How could he save face?
**
Once outside the club, Sheng Congzhi immediately pulled her hand away.
Fu Yan raised an eyebrow, leaned closer, and looked into her eyes, "What's wrong, Zhizhi?"
The man's voice was very magnetic, and the way he said "Zhizhi" was especially bewitching, coupled with his deliberately close, handsome face.
His breath approached, tinged with a faint scent of disinfectant, drilling straight into the heart... utterly and unbearably tempting!
By the time Fu Yan said, "You look better when you smile."
It was like a thunderclap out of the blue; Sheng Congzhi's heart skipped a beat.
Then, she calmly shifted her gaze away, "How did you know I was here?"
Fu Yan pinched out his cigarette butt and tossed it into a nearby trash can, "Because..."
His voice was languid and casual, lazily dragging on the words, "I'm your husband, aren't I?"
Her phone rang.
A message from a young master: [I'm at the club now, where are you, Zhizhi?]
She typed: [I left early because of something.]
Lu Huaichen: [??? Left?]
[Where are you now?]
[I'll take you there!]
[Wait for me, Zhizhi. I'll be right down!]
Sheng Congzhi: ....
On lifting her eyes, Fu Yan was peering at her phone screen.
Sheng Congzhi pressed the screen off, "Weren't we going back to the Fu Family's place? I've had a drink, let's take your car."
Fu Yan watched her, the curve of his lips deepening as his slender fingers pulled out the car keys.
With a "whoosh",
Sheng Congzhi swiftly walked towards the black sedan parked at the curb.
She pulled open the rear car door only to find two huge storage boxes placed on the seat.
Fu Yan's voice came through, "Sit in front."
Sheng Congzhi, bumping against the car door, had no choice but to get into the passenger seat.
And then she realized...
The seat is too low!
She boasts a pair of strikingly long legs, and sitting like this is incredibly uncomfortable for her.
She reached out to adjust the seat back, but it didn't work!
After trying back and forth and losing patience, when Fu Yan gets in the car, she confronts him, "What kind of crap car is this?"
Fu Yan looks at her, "Hmm?"
Sheng Congzhi says, "The seat is too low, it's uncomfortable for me to sit, and I can't adjust it…"
The next second.
Fu Yan suddenly leans over.
His long arm wraps around the front of her, his whole body almost enveloping her above, while the hand she's holding onto the handle with is covered by a man's palm.
Sheng Congzhi's heart skips a beat, as if electrocuted, she hurriedly pulls her hand back.
Fu Yan's gaze is fixed on her face, expressionless, he grips the handle firmly.
With a "click",
The seatback suddenly raises.
And with it, Sheng Congzhi's entire body jolts upwards.
Then she feels it, her lips pressing against the corner of his mouth…
Like a bolt of lightning, shock ripples through her.
Sheng Congzhi hurries to move back.
When she sees the conspicuous lipstick mark left on the man's thin lips...
Sheng Congzhi blinks, "Umm, I..."
"Heh." Fu Yan chuckles low, "If Zhizhi wants a kiss, I'm always ready to oblige. No need to be sneaky about it."
Sheng Congzhi: … I seriously suspect you're doing this on purpose to take advantage of me!
Looking at her blooming, beautiful face up close, Fu Yan takes a tissue box, "Help me wipe it off."
Sheng Congzhi speechless, "Can't you wipe it yourself? You need me to serve you?"
Fu Yan, unbothered, "Didn't I take care of you last night?"
Sheng Congzhi again: !!!
"So stingy?" Fu Yan lowers his voice, "Or are you dissatisfied with my skills?"
Sheng Congzhi doesn't want to compete with him over who has the thicker skin. She quickly takes out a tissue, wipes off the lipstick mark for him, and pushes him away irritably, "Drive."
Fu Yan smiles lazily and starts the car.
The ride is silent.
They arrive at the Fu family mansion near eight o'clock.
Under the night sky, the main villa is brightly lit.
Passing through the courtyard, the roses are in full bloom, the breeze carries a hint of sweet fragrance.
…
Just as she gets out of the car, a black Bentley comes from behind.
It's Fu Dongting.
Almost simultaneously, Sheng Congzhi's right hand is grasped, and a chill touches her ring finger.
As Fu Dongting gets out of his car, he catches this scene, his brows furrowing instantly.
Sheng Congzhi is caught off guard.
The two of them had a quick and secret marriage, so simple that they only went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate. She hadn't expected Fu Yan to have prepared a wedding ring…
"My nephew always sets himself above others. Want to rile him up?" Fu Yan's voice is right by her ear, deep and with a touch of rascality.
Sheng Congzhi: ...
All her wild thoughts vanish instantly.
Fu Dongting approaches, "Uncle…"
"Where's Miss Ye?" Fu Yan raises an eyebrow, "Went to the hospital?"
"She said it's nothing serious, no need for the hospital," Fu Dongting explains. "Moreover, many friends are celebrating for her tonight, and it wouldn't be good to leave halfway, so I came back first."
Fu Yan nods, "Seems like Miss Ye isn't out of her mind."
Fu Dongting: ...
Sheng Congzhi inwardly scoffs.
Having been in the entertainment industry for a while, she knows that the more unreachable a man seems, the more they play around in private. Internet celebrities, models, female stars... even marriage can't restrain their lower halves!
So Fu Dongting is not bad, at least he's gentle and polite, and doesn't mess around with the opposite sex.
Little did she know...
She was blinded by an illusion!