In fact, He Yan didn't care about Fu Shenxing's sarcasm. After suffering such injury and insult, these meaningless words had no effect on her at all. It was like if you were carried away to be whipped and tormented by the enemy every few days, would you still care about being bitten by mosquitoes?
She leaned against the door, looked at him coldly, and showed no intention of letting him in.
Fu Shenxing smiled, pushed her aside without any politeness, and walked straight into the room. Seeing that she didn't follow, he turned back, smiled lightly, and asked her, "Professor He, I think it's better to chat with the door closed. Don't you think so?"
She didn't speak, but it was clear that she took a deep breath before pursing her lips and closing the door.
He liked to see her resentful and repressed, from head to toe, despite not letting it show. He gazed at her openly, his eyes slowly, unabashedly running across her face, neck, chest, and waist... She was dressed very conservatively, in a black turtleneck sweater and light-blue jeans. Apart from her face and hands, the rest of her body was covered securely.
He was very clear why she dressed like this, and even thinking about the reason for her dressing like this would make him unable to help feeling pleased.
But He Yan felt that his gaze was extremely filthy, especially after deliberately leaving those marks on her yesterday. She secretly advised herself not to provoke this scum in front of her, enduring the disgust in her heart, and asked him indifferently, "Mr. Fu, what's the matter with you coming here?"
"I came to see you," he glanced around the room, his gaze pausing momentarily on the TV, which was playing a famous foreign film, a romantic movie, which he had also heard of. He turned back and leaned against the dressing table, smiling lightly and said, "I never thought, Teacher He, that you would still be interested in watching a romantic movie now."
He Yan actually didn't even watch TV, it was just there to divert attention. "So what do you think I should do?" she smirked and asked him, "Hang myself to death? Or torment myself with tears and self-reproach?"
He smiled, not caring about her disrespect, changed the subject and asked, "You've only taken three days off, is that enough?"
She was puzzled by his question.
His gaze passed over her chest as if pointing to something, his lips gently lifting, he explained slowly, "I don't think the marks on your body will disappear in three days. Once they are there, it will take at least a week to heal. How are you going to keep lying to your husband after three days, hmm?"
"Find another excuse to keep lying," He Yan replied, her expression calm and almost indifferent, "Is that answer satisfactory to you?"
Her indifferent expression made him feel somewhat annoyed. Fu Shenxing's lips slowly flattened, but quickly curled up again, and he coldly asked her, "What if it happens again? Will you keep lying and never see your husband again?"
He was truly provoking He Yan, completely at a loss as to what this pervert was up to. She didn't know how to deal with him and didn't know what approach to take. Appealing to him was useless, being tough wouldn't work, and even staying calm and composed wouldn't satisfy him. She couldn't help but ask, "Again? Will it be you or your brothers? Mr. Fu, isn't it boring to play the same game over and over again?"
He didn't say anything, but his lips tightened and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.
He knew it was not right to provoke him, but seeing his appearance, she still felt a sense of satisfaction. However, she dared not say anything more, just slightly pursed her lips, and lowered her gaze without speaking.
The room fell silent for a while, except for the sound coming from the TV, neither of them spoke. It was at this moment that a cell phone rang suddenly from under the bed. He Yan was startled, almost jumping up from the floor. She had not told anyone about that new out-of-town number, so who could be calling from that number?
Fu Shenxing's face also showed a hint of surprise. He looked at He Yan, and seeing her look of panic, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and ask her, "How did the phone end up under the bed?"
At this point, she could only force herself to remain calm and replied casually, "Maybe it fell to the floor while I was changing clothes and I accidentally kicked it under the bed."
"Oh?" Fu Shenxing narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Then hurry up and get it out, you might miss the call."
Since he was suspicious, the phone had to be taken out in front of him. He Yan bit her lip and walked to the side of the bed, praying that she wouldn't receive the call, and Fu Shenxing didn't notice anything unusual about her phone, after all, it was the same model as the one she used.
She walked over, knelt on the carpet, and reached under the bed, fumbling for the phone.
She knelt by the side of the bed, raising her bottom and waist, with her round and slim figure drawing attention. Her black sweater was lifted up as she reached, exposing a piece of fair and smooth skin around her waist, already captivating, but there was also a clear purple mark on it, the trace left by him in the passion of last night.
As if bewitched, he had unconsciously walked up behind her.
The carpet was soft, and He Yan was fully focused on the phone, not hearing any movement from him. When she finally pulled out the phone, she suddenly realized there was someone behind her. Unconsciously startled, she jumped up, and with a "thud," her occiput fiercely bumped into his chin.
This was a heavy blow, and he was unprepared, so he was knocked back a few steps before regaining his balance and reaching for his jaw. She cried out in pain and fell forward onto the bed, protecting her head with her hands, tears welling up as she looked back at him.
The two of them stared at each other, and for a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat strange.
The cell phone finally stopped ringing, and He Yan came back to her senses. She took a step forward and, as a last resort, threw the phone at Fu Shenxing, saying coldly, "If you want to see, go ahead and look. Don't suddenly sneak up behind others like a thief, trying to scare people, okay?"
He grabbed the phone, but didn't look at it, just continued to stare at her.
He Yan was initially only nervous as she discovered a flaw in his phone. But slowly, she suddenly realized that something was off in his eyes. The intense heat and passion seemed about to overflow, making it impossible to ignore. Startled, she quickly stepped back towards the window, guarded and coldly watching him, and sternly said, "Fu Shenxing, you're a bit pathetic, always thinking of taking revenge on women with your body."
Fu Shenxing's expression changed slightly, and meaningfully glanced at her before lowering his eyes. When he looked up again, desire in his eyes had been replaced by indifference. He sneered and said, "He Yan, do you really think you're so beautiful and alluring?"
With that, he threw the phone back into her arms and turned and left.
He Yan was momentarily stunned, somewhat incredulous, until his footsteps faded into the corridor, then suddenly snapped out of it, rushed to lock the door and quickly turned off her new phone. Then she sat on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief.
Outside the hotel, Ah Jiang was delighted to see Fu Shenxing coming out so quickly. He hurried down to open the car door and greeted, "Mr. Fu."
Fu Shenxing's face turned dark, and he silently sat in the car and ordered, "Drive."
Ah Jiang quickly started the car and, sneaking a glance at Fu Shenxing's expression in the rearview mirror, saw the faint anger on his face. Unable to hold back, he asked, "Mr. Fu, is that woman acting up again?"
Fu Shenxing didn't answer, but after a while, coldly instructed, "Ask Hua Jie to send over a woman, the most beautiful one."
Hua Jie was the number one 'mama' of the 'Zui Jinchao' club under the Fu family, with numerous beautiful women under her. When she said it was the most beautiful woman, it was certainly the most beautiful woman. Hua Jie personally drove and delivered the woman to Fu Shenxing's apartment, giving a solemn warning to her reliable subordinate downstairs, "Today is the first time that Mr. Fu has taken the initiative to ask me for someone. It's definitely extraordinary. Remember, as long as you serve him well, not only will you shine in the future, even Hua Jie will bask in your glory."
Her reliable subordinate chuckled nervously upon hearing this and said, "Oh, Hua Jie, you're making me all nervous."
"It's good to be nervous. The more nervous, the better. You better keep me focused inside and out, if he can't get enough, that's even better!" Hua Jie patted her subordinate's cheeks lightly and encouraged her, "Go! I'm waiting in the car. If you can make me wait here all night, then that's real talent!"
As her reliable subordinate was about to get out of the car, she suddenly asked, "Hua Jie, what type does Mr. Fu like?"
This question stumped Hua Jie, "I really don't know. Mr. Fu had nothing to do with women in recent years. It's only recently that he's been a bit more lively. Who knows what he likes! You figure it out yourself, start with a bit and gradually escalate, it's best to have a chat with him and touch his heart."
As it turned out, Hua Jie's prediction was wrong. When the door opened, Fu Shenxing, dressed in a robe, looked at the beautiful woman outside with indifference, making her feel uneasy. He coldly said, "Go take a shower."
The carefully prepared lines of the beautiful woman were of no use, and she was afraid of his icy demeanor. She obediently went into the bathroom, not daring to waste time, quickly washed, and came out. The handsome but ruthless man was sitting on the sofa. She carefully approached him and timidly called out, "Mr. Fu..."
He coldly eyed her, silently stood up, and positioned her to his satisfaction. The beautiful woman had some insight and quickly cooperated with him, just hoping to satisfy him.
But Fu Shenxing was not satisfied, not one bit. A strange evil fire was stifled inside him, unable to vent no matter what. Indeed, the woman in front of him was very beautiful, and had a great figure, but he was not satisfied at all. He felt that her waist was not thin enough, her hips not soft or perky enough, unlike that woman, not as good as that woman...
The woman in front of him turned around dramatically to look at him.
"Turn your head back!" he growled, grabbing her at the back of her neck, as if still unsatisfied, he grabbed the sheet and firmly covered her head.
But this still wasn't her. She would never be so obedient to let him manipulate her. She would definitely struggle, fight back with him, like a wild cat, showing her claws, just like a fierce female wolf.
Hua Jie's car was waiting downstairs, and she was hoping to wait all night, but in just half a pack of cigarettes, her reliable subordinate hurriedly came out of the building. She sat in the car and, without waiting for Hua Jie's question, said with a hint of crying, "Hua Jie, Mr. Fu is a pervert."
Hua Jie was shocked and quickly looked around, whispering, "Are you out of your mind?"
The beautiful woman was now in tears, tremblingly and with a quavering voice, explaining what had happened upstairs, and fearing, "I'm really afraid he'll strangle me again or suffocate me with the sheet. He doesn't allow me to turn back, show my face, or make a sound. He almost broke my waist, and then immediately told me to leave."
Even though Hua Jie was experienced, she had never seen anything like this. She was also unsure and pondered for a while, then secretly called Ah Jiang, asking, "Jiang, what exactly is going on? What did my girl lack compared to Mr. Fu? Give me the details, I need to keep this in mind for the future."
As a bodyguard of Fu Shenxing, Ah Jiang lived in the same apartment building with him. He had just witnessed the beautiful woman laughing and then crying as she left. Thinking about what Hua Jie said, he suddenly understood. After hanging up, he hesitated for a while and then knocked on Fu Shenxing's door.
Fu Shenxing had just taken a shower and was sitting on the sofa flipping through an English magazine, his face already calm and indifferent.
AJiang cautiously poked his head in from outside the door and asked him, "Mr. Fu, was that woman not to your liking? Should I find you another woman of good standing?"
Fu Shenxing raised his eyelids at his words and coldly spat out a single word, "Get lost."