Wan Yuan'an stood less than a meter behind her, his bodyguard still stationed outside.
Fu Yancheng, dressed in black athletic wear, had his left hand casually tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants. His tall frame and long legs exuded a graceful, sleek elegance with every movement, like a piece of cold jade. He stood tall at the door of the lounge, about to enter.
Wan Yuan'an licked his lips, casting an unrestrained glance at Sheng Mian's back, and said in a tone only the two of them could hear, "Your husband is here. Aren't you going to greet him?"
Sheng Mian took a deep breath, not having time to hesitate. She quickly walked toward the door.
Fu Yancheng placed his hand on the door handle and had just opened it slightly when the sound of footsteps reached his ears. Then, a soft, fragrant body brushed past him. Before he could react, the woman skillfully used her body to slip into the lounge with him.
Without the chance to refuse, Fu Yancheng's expression darkened as he glanced at her coldly. "Leave."
Sheng Mian was quick to lock the door behind her and turned to face him. Her expression was earnest as she said, "Mr. Fu, I didn't mean to disturb you. Could I borrow this space for a moment to hide?"
Fu Yancheng didn't speak, his gaze falling on her knees.
Sheng Mian followed his gaze and looked down, realizing the red marks on her knees had worsened after the hot water. It seemed as though the marks had been caused by a certain posture...
"This happened when I hit my knee in the car," she explained awkwardly, feeling a blush creep up her neck. She regretted speaking so much, especially when Fu Yancheng hadn't asked about it.
"What are you here for?" Fu Yancheng asked coldly, his posture imposing as he looked down at her.
"Work," Sheng Mian replied simply.
The air grew quiet, the tension hanging thick between them. Fu Yancheng studied her deeply, his expression complex. Then, he turned and walked toward the bathroom without forcing her to leave.
As the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, Sheng Mian averted her gaze, though the shadow of his figure still reflected faintly in the frosted glass. The sight of his well-toned body, with water droplets running down his muscular chest, only reminded her of the raw heat and strength under his skin.
She shut her eyes and turned her back to him, trying to steady her thoughts. By then, Wan Yuan'an's men had gone, and the danger seemed to have passed. Sheng Mian had no intention of staying much longer—what had already happened between her and Fu Yancheng was awkward enough.
Her divorce was imminent, and she knew it was time to have some self-awareness.
When Fu Yancheng emerged from the bathroom in a new suit, he noticed Sheng Mian was no longer there.
Just then, a knock came at the door. The server entered with an ice-cold coffee on a tray. "Mr. Fu, this is for you."
Fu Yancheng didn't respond. The server placed the tray on the table and left. Fu Yancheng picked up the note on the table, which was conspicuously placed.
[Mr. Fu, thank you for your help with this matter. – Sheng Mian]
There was no signature, just her name.
Fu Yancheng stood still for a moment, feeling an odd sense of being used and then quickly cast aside. It was a familiar feeling—and oddly, the same woman seemed to be at the center of it.
Dressed and ready, Fu Yancheng made his way to the VIP lounge prepared by Hengda.
Wan Yuan'an was already there, looking somewhat puzzled when he didn't see Sheng Mian with Fu Yancheng.
Wan Wenhe stood up first, extending a hand to Fu Yancheng and praising him. "Mr. Fu's golf skills are comparable to a coach's. Today, I got a free private lesson."
"Too kind, Mr. Wan," Fu Yancheng replied, shaking his hand casually before sitting down.
Wan Wenhe patted his son on the back. "This is my son, Wan Yuan'an. Please take care of him in the future."
Wan Yuan'an stepped forward, the overwhelming pressure from Fu Yancheng making it impossible to ignore. He instinctively reached out his hand.
"Mr. Fu's wife didn't come along?"
"Wife?" Fu Yancheng's eyes flashed with confusion.
"Didn't you two enter the lounge together?" Wan Yuan'an's mind was quick, and his voice was smooth as he added, "I've always admired Miss Penny. I didn't expect her to have such a close relationship with Mr. Fu..."
Realizing who Wan Yuan'an meant by "wife," Fu Yancheng's expression instantly turned cold. A layer of frost seemed to cover his face.
He had claimed he didn't want to get involved, but it seemed that was exactly what he was aiming for all along.
With a blank expression, Fu Yancheng coldly interrupted, "She is not my wife."