Chapter 28: Softened

This was someone else’s home, after all.

Standing nearly six foot three, Fu Wenzhou made her seem especially petite. He held her firmly by the waist as he kissed her, her hands instinctively clutching at his clothes, tiptoes forced up, bearing his fierce assault.

Before long, Fu Wenzhou let her go.

Her legs buckled, and she fell once more into the man’s embrace.

Fu Wenzhou couldn’t help but laugh.

His laughter was deep, reverberating from his chest right by her ear, the sound vibrating through fabric and striking her eardrum.

Her face grew even paler, but her earlobes flushed a vivid red, as if bleeding, and she panted, feeling as though she’d nearly suffocated under his relentless kiss.

Hearing his laughter, she smothered her anger and snapped, “Fu Wenzhou, have you had enough?”

“I’m not making trouble,” Fu Wenzhou replied, loosening his grip a little. He reached out, caressing her lips, now swollen and red from his assault, looking thoroughly satisfied.

A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. “Yoyo, I don’t like seeing you so pale all the time.”

Song Qingyou froze.

He continued, “I’ll find the best doctor and cure your illness. I want you healthy and alive, even if it costs me my own life...”

It sounded like sweet nothings, yet also like a solemn vow.

The words made Song Qingyou’s heart tremble. She hurriedly covered his mouth, her voice sharp, “Don’t say such things!”

Fu Wenzhou was briefly taken aback, but then his long eyes curved in amusement. “Alright, I misspoke. I want to grow old with you, Yoyo, together forever.”

“You... How childish. Do you still think you’re a teenager?” Song Qingyou tried to keep her composure, but inside, he’d thrown her heart into chaos.

With a stern face, she said, “I told you, Fu Wenzhou, even if there were no Fu Tingshen, I still wouldn’t be with you…”

As she spoke, the man caught her fingertip between his lips.

Her breath hitched.

Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids, a lazy smile on his face, wild as a mad dog. “That’s not your decision to make.”

Five minutes later, Song Qingyou was forcibly ushered into his car.

She lost her balance and fell into the seat. Fu Wenzhou grabbed her hand, examining it, then reached for the hem of her dress.

Song Qingyou’s face turned ashen. “Fu Wenzhou! What are you doing—cough, cough, cough…”

Fu Wenzhou replied, “Checking for injuries. Why are you panicking?”

She coughed several times, one hand over her mouth. Off guard for a moment, her dress was lifted, revealing a fine cut from broken glass on her calf from the previous night.

Fu Wenzhou frowned and, without hesitation, removed her shoes and socks.

On her jade-like pale feet were several thin, bloodied scratches.

An eyesore.

Song Qingyou curled her toes, trying to pull back, but Fu Wenzhou’s gaze darkened at the sight of her cute, round toes. He yanked her foot back.

It felt icy to the touch, as if it had been soaked in cold water.

Whatever tenderness he’d felt vanished in an instant.

“How are you this cold?” he muttered, already tucking both her feet inside his shirt.

Pressed tightly against his waist and abdomen.

Heat surged, fire-like, from her soles upward.

It wasn’t scalding, yet Song Qingyou felt as if her feet were burning.

“Fu Wenzhou, let go—mmph!”

Irritated, Fu Wenzhou silenced her with a kiss, tired of her constant attempts to send him away.

Not far off, a car pulled up and stopped.

Fu Tingshen got out with President Ruan, glancing casually to the side, only to catch sight of Song Qingyou pinned beneath Fu Wenzhou, being kissed.

Her eyes were closed, a glimmer of tears trembling on her lashes, her body shivering uneasily, the corners of her eyes flushed like rouge.

From Fu Tingshen’s angle, her slender figure seemed almost to melt into the man above her—there was no boundary between the two.

Fu Tingshen’s expression changed dramatically!

At the moment he saw them, Song Qingyou opened her eyes and saw him too.

Her gaze faltered, and she shoved Fu Wenzhou hard.

It was a kitten’s push—Fu Wenzhou’s blood surged with wild desire from her feeble resistance.

Just then, Fu Tingshen’s voice rang out: “Fu Wenzhou! What the hell are you doing?!”

Only then did Fu Wenzhou realize why Song Qingyou was pushing him.

Reluctantly, he released her lips. Hearing her ragged breathing made him lean in for another quick kiss or two.

Song Qingyou was nearly suffocated by his kisses.

He gnawed at her like a dog, then shoved her further into the car, wrapped her in his coat, slammed the door, and turned lazily to lean against it. With obvious impatience, he clicked his tongue and looked at Fu Tingshen. “What’s wrong, Uncle? Even me getting intimate with my wife is your business?”

Fu Tingshen’s face turned green with rage. Pointing furiously at the figure inside the car, he roared, “Don’t think I don’t know that’s Song Qingyou inside!”

Fu Wenzhou looked at him like he was an idiot, showing not the slightest respect for his uncle. “So what if it’s Song Qingyou? So what if it’s not? Just because you married her, you think after the divorce she can’t be with anyone else?”

Fu Tingshen gritted his teeth. “That slut—”

“Fu Tingshen, do you want me to kill you?” Fu Wenzhou’s face wore a smile, but his eyes were all murderous intent.

Even Fu Tingshen was cowed.

Fu Wenzhou had a notorious reputation as a mad dog. Even his own father wouldn’t dare cross him; he’d fall out with anyone, regardless of saving face.

But Fu Wenzhou didn’t care. Fu Tingshen, however, treasured his own reputation. Realizing President Ruan was still behind him, he forced himself to rein in his fury.

He cast a venomous glare at the car and said coldly, “Wenzhou, we’re family, after all. There’s no need for such harsh words over a woman.”

Fu Wenzhou lit a cigarette. “A woman?”

Fu Tingshen’s handsome face stiffened.

With the cigarette between his lips, Fu Wenzhou grinned at him, his tone chilling. “You really don’t know shame, do you?”

...

Song Qingyou had no desire to face Fu Tingshen now. Nothing but venom came from his mouth—she couldn’t be bothered to listen to his barking.

With the car door shut and good soundproofing, she couldn’t make out much of what the two men were saying.

Suddenly, Fu Wenzhou resorted to violence.

Neither she nor President Ruan had expected it.

Fu Tingshen, pampered all his life and trained in a bit of self-defense, was still no match for Fu Wenzhou. He was beaten so badly he coughed up blood, left in a wretched state!

It was clear Fu Wenzhou wasn’t holding back. If this went on, someone would be killed, and President Ruan couldn’t stop them.

She tried to get out, only to find the car locked tight.

With a soft sigh, a headache began to throb.

In the end, it was General Manager Ruan who called the Ruan family to get people out and separate the two men.

Fu Wenzhou obviously hadn’t intended to kill him, but even so, Fu Tingshen had nearly lost his life.

He glared, as if he longed to tear the man to pieces.

It wasn’t long before the matter blew up.

The Fu family made sure of that.

Fu Tingshen’s parents stormed into Fu Wenzhou’s office, relying on their status as elders to stand up for their son and lecture Fu Wenzhou, putting on airs.

It was a disgraceful scene.

Word had it that Fu Wenzhou, in front of the entire company, had security throw them out.

Both were prominent figures in the capital, and this was a complete humiliation.

Everyone knew that Fu Wenzhou had gone mad for a woman, severing all his family ties.

Song Qingyou only learned all this after the fact.

That day, Fu Wenzhou never let her out of the car, not even after Fu Tingshen was sent to the hospital.

He left Fu Tingshen coughing up blood, while he himself had only a scratch.

Then, shamelessly, he tried to win her sympathy with that negligible wound—only to be thrown out by Song Qingyou.

Now, hearing yet more news of Fu Wenzhou, she could only sigh for the umpteenth time.

What she dreaded most was being dragged deeper and deeper into Fu Wenzhou’s web.

Had she known, she’d never have divorced Fu Tingshen. At least then, Fu Wenzhou might have kept some distance.

Now...

He was growing ever more brazen.

And ever more reckless.

Did he want everyone to know that she’d barely divorced before getting involved with her ex-husband’s nephew?

Outside, it had been raining for two days straight.

Sheets of rain streamed down the window, forming winding rivulets on the glass.

Amid the clamor and chaos of the rain, her phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, her eyes flickered and all stray thoughts vanished from her mind.

She answered.

The voice on the other end said, “Song Chen failed the bid. The Ruan family project is ours.”

The deep furrow in Song Qingyou’s brow slowly eased. Unconsciously, she smiled. “Good, I understand.”

It was the best news she’d had in a long while.

All her efforts to get close to Old Madam Ruan had paid off.

It hadn’t been easy, but she’d happened to be present during the Ruan family’s young master’s poisoning incident and saved his life.

That child was the old lady’s beloved, the treasure of the whole family, and even President Ruan regarded her as their savior.

Because of this, she’d subtly revealed her interest in working with the Ruan family, and Old Madam Ruan had lent her a hand.