"How have you been these three years?"
Ling Li Mu said to Fu Xiyao.
It was the first words he said to her after three years.
Fu Xiyao's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand. She nodded and said, "Well, very good. How about you?"
She looked at him with her clear eyes.
Ling Li Mu's deep eyes were full of her appearance at the moment. Today, she wore a black lace dress with a bow around her neck and a pair of crystal high-heeled shoes. She didn't have any luxurious accessories on her body. In three years, she was like a blooming rose, slim and graceful. She had both the elegance and calmness of an urban beauty and the beauty of a 22-year-old girl.
In his eyes, she seemed to have grown up.
Ling Li Mu slightly raised his thin lips and said, "Very good."
After that, the two of them didn't say anything else.
Fu Xiyao didn't know what to say. There were thousands of words in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.
At this time, Qing Guo came, "Xi Yao."
Fu Xiyao looked at Ling Li Mu and said, "I … go first."
Ling Li Mu nodded and said, "Okay."
Fu Xiyao left.
At the corner, she happened to meet Qing Guo. "Xi Yao, I just went to the royal family to find you, but you have come out. Did the Queen embarrass you?"
Fu Xiyao shook her head and said, "No."
"Xi Yao, that seems to be … President Ling?" At this time, Qing Guo saw the legendary financial magnate Ling Li Mu, and she suddenly opened her mouth.
Fu Xiyao didn't look back and just answered perfunctorily, "Yes."
Qing Guo looked at Ling Li Mu behind her. Ling Li Mu's tall and handsome body was hidden in the dim light and couldn't be seen clearly. He was followed by his private secretary. His indifference and coldness showed the aura of a superior. He didn't leave, and his deep black eyes still fell on Fu Xiyao's pretty back.
"Xi Yao, President Ling seems to be … staring at you …" Qing Guo was surprised and whispered.
Although Fu Xiyao didn't look back, she had already felt that Ling Li Mu's eyes had been following her. Now even Qing Guo noticed it. Fu Xiyao blushed and quickly turned away.
Qing Guo ran up, "Xi Yao, do you know President Ling?"
"Not really."
Xi Yao, I heard that this President Ling is still single, and he doesn't even have a girlfriend. He's practically an insulator from scandals. I saw that even his secretary is a man. Xi Yao, just now President Ling kept staring at you, and he didn't even try to hide his gaze. He … seems like … "
Before Qing Guo could say anything, Fu Xiyao interrupted her, "Qing Guo, what do you want to say?"
Fu Xiyao's palm-sized beautiful face became serious. Qing Guo quickly coughed twice and got back to business. "Xiyao, I just received news that the Queen has already proposed to President Ling to cooperate. President Ling didn't agree, but he didn't reject either. President Ling's attitude is very distant. I don't know what he's thinking."
Fu Xiyao frowned. She didn't know what Ling Li Mu was thinking.
She had married him before. On account of their past love, he would not cooperate with the Queen to deal with Castle Guding, but … three years ago, everyone thought that she had abandoned him when he was in prison. She had already divorced him.
Now he was successful and famous, and she was just a treacherous, materialistic, and bad woman in everyone's eyes.
"Qing Guo, contact President Ling personally and see what his attitude is. Then we can think of countermeasures." Fu Xiyao said.
Qing Guo nodded, "Okay."
…
Fu Xiyao and Gu Yelin had been living in the villa at South Harbor ever since they got married. Gu Yelin was quite competent in this fake marriage. Whenever he came back, he would come to South Harbor to stay and play with little Du Dou, even though he spent 350 days a year flying around.
In the villa in Nangang Bay, Fu Xiyao told Little Pocket a story. Little Pocket had fallen asleep. At this time, Fu Xiyao's cell phone rang.
Fu Xiyao covered Little Pocket with the quilt, and then went out of the room to answer the phone. "Hello, Qing Guo."
"Xi Yao, I've already contacted President Ling, but President Ling's secretary directly stopped me. I didn't even get to see President Ling's face."
"…"
"Xi Yao, what should we do now? If President Ling cooperates with the Queen, the consequences will be quite serious. How about … you go to see President Ling yourself. Aren't you … old friends?"
Qing Guo's voice became lower, because she felt that there was something between Xi Yao and President Ling …
Fu Xiyao lowered her long eyelashes. "I'll hang up first."
She hung up the phone.
Holding the phone in her hand, Fu Xiyao bit her red lower lip. After thinking for a while, she picked up the phone again and found the number sent by Qing Guo.
She dialed the number.
The melodious ringtone on the other end rang once before the call was picked up unhurriedly. "Hello, who is this?"
It wasn't Ling Li Mu, but Ling Li Mu's private secretary, He Chen.
Fu Xiyao said, "Hello, Secretary He, I'm Fu Xiyao. Can you help me to answer President Ling? I have something to talk to him about."
"Miss Fu, hello, President Ling is not in the company now. He has already gone home. If you want to see President Ling, you can go to the No. 99 villa now."
The No. 99 villa.
Fu Xiyao's clear eyes suddenly narrowed.
…
The No. 99 villa.
The maid opened the door of the villa. "Who are you?"
Fu Xiyao smiled politely. "Hello, my surname is Fu. I'm here to see President Ling. Is he here?"
"Mr. Ling is here. Miss Fu, please come in."
Fu Xiyao walked in. She raised her clear eyes and looked at the villa. She hadn't been here for … four years.
This was … the bridal chamber where she and Ling Li Mu got married.
She didn't expect that he lived here alone.
"Miss Fu, please sit down. Mr. Ling has something to do and will come over later. I'll make you a cup of tea." The maid left.
Fu Xiyao stood alone in the living room. She looked at every inch of the design and decoration here. Nothing had changed. It was the same as many years ago.
It seemed that there was a feather gently scratching her heart, which made her a little painful and itchy. Everything in the past could always touch the string in her heart so easily.
She lifted her feet uncontrollably and went upstairs.
Coming to the door of the master bedroom, Fu Xiyao reached out and gently pushed the door open.
There was no one in the room. It was quiet.
Fu Xiyao walked forward and came to the bedside. She lowered her long eyelashes, and her clear eyes were gradually covered with a layer of crystal clear tears. The red silk quilt, and there were two pillows on the bed. One was his, and the other was hers. The tunnel of time suddenly took her back. Everything here was the same as when she left.
Fu Xiyao slowly raised her hand, and her soft white fingertips fell on the pillow …
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