Lin Shiyu lifted her eyes and a handsome face appeared in front of her. "Jingtong, why are you here?"
Fu Jingtong had arrived.
Fu Jingtong held onto Lin Shiyu's slender waist and looked at her from head to toe with concern. "Lion, I'm here to deliver the music scores to you and I saw that you were in danger. How are you? Are you injured?" Lin Shiyu's expression turned grave.
"No." Lin Shiyu shook her head.
At this moment, Bei Chuan exclaimed, "President, you're injured!"
Lin Shiyu glanced sideways and saw Fu Qinglun standing not too far away. There was a deep gash on his right arm.
Fresh blood flowed down his clean palm and dripped onto the floor.
The bright blood stimulated people's eyes.
Lin Shiyu looked at the wine rack behind Fu Qinglun and immediately understood. He was the one who had rushed over to stabilize the wine rack at that critical moment.
Actually, he was the one who had protected her.
Fu Qinglun stood on the spot and his handsome features were somber. His cold eyes were fixed on Lin Shiyu's waist. Fu Jingtong was still holding onto her slender waist.
Fu Jingtong had already sensed the man's glare. He quickly retracted his hand and greeted, "Big Brother."
Fu Qinglun nodded.
"President, your hand is still bleeding. Let's go to the hospital to bandage it up," Bei Chuan said anxiously.
Fu Qinglun didn't move. His cold eyes shifted to Lin Shiyu's beautiful face.
Bei Chuan looked at Lin Shiyu. He knew that President was waiting for Madam to speak.
President wanted Madam's concern.
Lin Shiyu retracted her gaze. "Jingtong, aren't you here to deliver the music score? Let's go back and practice."
She left with Fu Jingtong.
She left.
Fu Qinglun clenched his fists by his side and lowered his handsome face. His dark red lips curved into a lonely smile. Now, she couldn't even look at him once.
…
Lin Shiyu got into Fu Jingtong's luxury car and the car sped on the road.
"Lion, Big Brother's car has been following us," Fu Jingtong said.
Lin Shiyu glanced through the rearview mirror. Indeed, a Bugatti Veyron was following them.
Why was he following her instead of going to the hospital to bandage his wound?
At this moment, a melodious ringtone sounded. She had an incoming call.
Lowering his eyes, he saw that it was Fu Qinglun calling.
With a swipe of her fair fingers, she hung up the call.
Soon, he called again.
Lin Shiyu immediately blacklisted his number.
In the Bugatti Veyron, Bei Chuan was driving while Fu Qinglun sat in the back seat. His tall body leaned lazily against the seat and his long legs were crossed. He furrowed his brows as he listened to the busy tone coming from the car.
She blacklisted him.
"Beichuan, where's your cell phone?" Fu Qinglun threw his cell phone on the seat.
"President, here you go." Bei Chuan handed over his phone.
Fu Qinglun stretched out his hand to take the cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hey." Lin Shiyu's clear voice could be heard. "Young Master Fu, aren't you annoying?"
She finds him boring.
Fu Qinglun's voice was low and he warned her, "Mrs Fu, it's already so late. You're not allowed to be alone with a man and you're not allowed to bring a man home!"
With two beeps, the other end of the call was hung up.
She hung up the phone again.
Fu Qinglun turned his head to look out of the window. The neon lights in the city shone on his handsome and refined face. He raised his hand and wanted to remove the tie around his neck, but he realized that he wasn't wearing a tie. Why did he feel so suffocated?
His mind was filled with the scene of Fu Jingtong hugging her waist.
He knew that she and Fu Jingtong had been working together frequently during this period of time. The two of them were the most talented young master and talented lady in the world. Many people were looking forward to their collaboration, and their fans were secretly siding with them.
Those fans were all waiting for Lin Shiyu to kick him out, so that he could go offline and help Fu Jingtong take over.
…
Lin Shiyu had a property in the Capital. When they arrived at an apartment, she took out the keys from her bag and opened the door.
Fu Jingtong walked in and Lin Shiyu was about to close the door.
But at this moment, a shiny leather shoe pushed against the door. Fu Qinglun had arrived. He was holding the door, not letting her close it.
Lin Shiyu knitted her pretty brows. "Young Master Fu, are you done?"
Fu Qinglun pursed his dark red lips. "Can't I even enter my own home?"
"Your home?"
"It's a joint property of a married couple. Half of your home is mine too."
"… Young Master Fu, you look like you're living off a woman."
Fu Qinglun arched his handsome brows. "Mrs Fu, if you're willing to let me live off a woman, I'll definitely be able to make you feel good in bed."
"…"
Lin Shiyu slammed the door forcefully.
"Ouch." Fu Qinglun groaned in pain. He squeezed his injured right arm into the gap of the door for her to clamp. "Mrs Fu, it hurts."
It hurt.
This man who was the most powerful man in Karghalik, a man who had the blood of an aristocrat flowing in his veins, had actually shouted 'it hurts' at her.
Lin Shiyu admitted defeat. She let go of the door handle and let him in.
…
Fu Qinglun walked into the apartment, but he was ignored. Lin Shiyu and Fu Jingtong had entered the karaoke room and were both rehearsing.
Fu Qinglun leaned against the door and looked at them. Then he bent his tall body and lit up a cigarette. He started to smoke.
Lin Shiyu placed her fair fingers on the piano keys and played a few lines. But soon after, she furrowed her pretty brows. She had tied a knot at a certain spot.
She played the same spot a few times, but it didn't work.
"Jingtong, I don't think it's good here."
"Let me take a look."
Fu Jingtong walked over. He stretched out his beautiful fingers to press on the piano keys and played once. Indeed, it didn't make sense.
Both of them were stuck here.
Outside the door, Bei Chuan brought over a first aid kit. "President, let me help you bandage your wound."
Fu Qinglun finished the last puff of his cigarette and bent his tall body to put out the cigarette in the ashtray. He took the first aid kit from Bei Chuan and strode into the karaoke room, placing the first aid kit on the piano keys.
Stretching out his fingers, he held Lin Shiyu's fair hand and placed a cotton swab in her palm. "Mrs Fu, help me bandage my wound."
"…"
Lin Shiyu needed personal space when she was writing songs. She didn't like others to disturb her. She instantly glanced at Fu Qinglun. "Young Master Fu, I'm working!"
Fu Qinglun's cold eyes swept down at the music score in her hand, then he retracted his gaze. "Mrs Fu, which is more important, your work or your husband?"
With that, Fu Qinglun looked at Fu Jingtong and his low voice was filled with authority. "Jingtong, it's getting late. You should go back. My wife and I are going to sleep."
Fu Jingtong glanced at Lin Shiyu and got up. "Alright, Big Brother, Lion, I'll take my leave first."
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