She stood there, drenched, her long hair dripping onto the floor, her bare feet pressing onto the cold tiles. Her ankles were straight and taut, her toes rounded and pale, nails neatly trimmed. Nervously, she unconsciously curled her toes.
Fu Yancheng looked at her meaningfully, shutting his laptop with a cold smirk. "Husband? So, you're not hiding your intentions anymore, are you?"
Noticing his gaze, Sheng Mian lowered her head, realizing that the light revealed every outline of her wet undergarments. Her face, pale just moments ago, turned bright red, as if blood was about to drip from it. She quickly turned and fled back into the bathroom.
Fu Yancheng had lost interest in her pretense of feigning modesty. He grabbed the laptop and the files from the table, standing up to leave. As he did, a photo slipped out from between the documents and slowly fell to the floor. Before he could pick it up, the bathroom door opened again.
There was no change of clothes in the room. Sheng Mian emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her wet hair pinned up, her face exposed. Her tone and mannerisms were far more restrained than before.
"Mr. Fu, I apologize for what happened."
She lowered her head and took out a prepared card. "I'll book you a new room and compensate you for all the emotional distress."
She had been rescued by him from Wan Yuan'an, yet she was now "repaying his kindness with ingratitude."
Fu Yancheng had no intention of exploding in anger, but his patience was running thin.
"Emotional distress compensation?" He repeated the words slowly, confirming that he hadn't misheard.
Sheng Mian gripped the towel tighter, her nervousness causing her to squeeze the fabric until it wrinkled. The lingering effects of the drug seemed to still be clouding her mind.
When she looked up at Fu Yancheng, their eyes met. The carefully prepared words she had planned to say suddenly slipped away, leaving her mind blank.
Flashes of the earlier events—the moments when she had clung to him and kissed him—flashed through her mind. Her chest tightened, and her face burned even hotter. The only relief she had was the feeling that Fu Yancheng still seemed unaware of her true identity.
"You think I lack money? Or are you saying this just to get my attention?"
Fu Yancheng's eyes scanned her from head to toe.
"Why do you think I would be interested in you?"
Earlier in the day, she had the audacity to claim she was the wife of Fu's CEO in front of Wan Yuan'an, but now, she was acting as if she wanted nothing to do with him. Her acting was too clumsy.
He no longer wanted to stay in the room.
He bent down, methodically picking up the scattered photos. The last one landed by her feet. Sheng Mian stepped back and helped him pick it up.
As she was about to hand it to him, she noticed the photo's contents. Her eyes widened in surprise.
This was a villa she had designed.
Taken aback, she hesitated and continued holding the photo, unwilling to return it to Fu Yancheng immediately.
Fu Yancheng noticed her dazed expression, furrowing his brows. He saw the coldness in his gaze reflected in her reaction, and she quickly snapped out of her trance, returning the photo to him.
"Mr. Fu, it's natural that you wouldn't be interested in me, but tonight's incident was my fault. If possible, I would like to make up for the loss in other ways."
She had never intended to pursue anything with him, so his somewhat aggressive remarks didn't offend her; they just made her feel embarrassed.
Her tightly wound nerves began to relax slightly, and she regained her composure.
Other ways?
What else could there be?
Fu Yancheng glanced at her coldly, taking the photo from her hand. His face remained impassive.
Without a word, he turned to leave. But then he heard her voice again.
"Are these photos from Mr. Lin?"
Fu Yancheng had not expected her to continue trying to hold onto him, even at this point.
He couldn't help but chuckle, a faint mocking smile in his eyes. "Don't tell me you're friends with this designer and want to introduce him to me?"