Floating in mid-air, she saw herself trembling, shaking all over. It was as if she were a dry leaf in the cold wind, about to be torn to pieces by the next gust. When she looked up again, she saw the huge screen, suddenly remembering what he had said at the beginning, that the view here wasn't very good. Indeed, from this angle, she could only see a few figures entwined on the screen, very blurry.
Across from her, Fu Shenxing's lips were moving, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. She could only sit there, staring at him, thinking to herself that she wasn't as strong as she had thought. Don't go crazy. Don't go crazy. She kept shouting to herself. She had persisted until here, how could she go crazy now?
It seemed to Fu Shenxing as if in an instant, the woman in front of him had been drained of all her blood. Her face was as pale as paper. Her lips almost colorless, her eyes dark and deep, with an emptiness and despair, staring blankly at him.
He should have felt satisfied with her reaction, but for some reason, he couldn't help but think of the way she looked last night when she reached her peak in his arms, the mist in her moist eyes. A faint pink on her pale face, particularly vibrant on her cheeks. And her lips, so beautiful like flower petals, slightly parted, exuding a sweet fragrance.
Such a vivid and lively woman.
Without reason, he suddenly said to her, "I've obscured your face and altered your voice. They won't recognize you."
But she had no reaction, still staring at him blankly, as if she had lost her soul.
He felt an inexplicable shock, got up and sat next to her, gripping her trembling shoulders tightly. She did not resist, her body still shook uncontrollably, the tremors passing from her arms to him, so clear and profound. He had to grip her even harder, calling out to her in a deep voice, trying to wake her up, "Helen, Helen!"
After what seemed like a long time, her trembling slowly subsided, and she finally calmed down. Just as he silently heaved a sigh of relief, she faintly said, "Let go of me, Fu Shenxing, please let go of me."
He slowly released his grip, leaning back slightly, squinting at her. Despite her pale complexion, her deep eyes were no longer empty, but shining brightly. She had recovered, becoming that unbreakable and indomitable woman that he both hated and loved.
Fu Shenxing smirked slightly and mocked, "It seems I underestimated Teacher He's endurance. Perhaps, the effect without obscuring your face might be even better."
She lowered her eyes, showing neither anger nor fear, and simply said, "Fu Shenxing, do you believe in karma?" Before he could respond, she continued, "I believe. I believe in retribution for good and evil. So, one day, you will face retribution. Someone will make you pay for what you've done, send you to hell, and you will never be able to be reincarnated."
He laughed in anger, reaching out to pinch her chin and coldly asking her, "Is that so? Don't worry, even if that day comes, I will send you to hell first, we can accompany each other, how about that?"
She looked up at him, calmly saying, "I am already in hell. I'm waiting for you."
He watched her quietly for a moment, then suddenly smiled, releasing her and replied, "Alright."
Just then, a young female voice suddenly came from the side. It was faintly hesitant. "Excuse me, is it Mr. Fu Shenxing of Fu Corporation?"
Fu Shenxing and Helen both looked over. It was a cute girl with short hair and big eyes, the same girl who had delivered files to Fu Shenxing before. She glanced at Fu Shenxing, then at Helen, without showing any unnatural expression, and then back at Fu Shenxing, nervously awaiting his reply.
Fu Shenxing nodded slightly, "Yes, it's me."
The girl immediately smiled sweetly, saying, "Hello, Mr. Fu, I'm an admirer of yours. I heard your speech on innovative capital and I've admired you ever since. Could you give me an autograph?"
Fu Shenxing was slightly surprised. Because of his status and outstanding looks, he often encountered young women actively seeking his favor, even approaching him to chat. However, it was rare to see a girl like this one asking for an autograph directly. He frowned slightly, about to refuse, but the girl clasped her hands and pleaded with him: "Please, Mr. Fu, please don't refuse me. I told my classmates that I would definitely be able to get an autograph from you!"
The little girl looked really pitiful, but she couldn't shake Fu Shenxing's cold and hard heart. He remained indifferent, even showing some annoyance at being disturbed, and coldly said, "I'm not some male god, and I don't have the habit of easily giving out autographs."
Seeing that he was unmoved, the little girl quickly turned to He Yan, pleading, "Beautiful sister, could you please help me? Please say a few good words for me and ask Mr. Fu to give me an autograph, just one signature in my notebook. Do you remember me? We just met at the service desk a while ago, and I even smiled at you."
He Yan naturally remembered the little girl, and remembered that she had a file folder in her hand, saying she was going to deliver it to Fu Shenxing, but now the files were nowhere to be found, yet she came to ask for an autograph from Fu Shenxing.
As if afraid that she wouldn't remember or afraid that she would misunderstand, the little girl hurriedly said, "I'm the one who just said I was going to deliver files to Mr. Fu. I'm sorry, I lied just now. I wasn't here to deliver files, I just wanted to ask Mr. Fu for an autograph."
With a pitiful look in her eyes, she pleaded to He Yan, "Beautiful sister, you're a good person, please help me ask Mr. Fu for an autograph, please!"
Perhaps the little girl's roundabout behavior amused Fu Shenxing, as he couldn't help but curl the corner of his lips and look at He Yan, half seriously, half jokingly saying, "Since you're asking, I'll give her an autograph."
"I'm asking you," He Yan immediately followed, in a calm manner, gestured for the little girl to give the notebook to Fu Shenxing. "Sign it, and remember to write a few words of good wishes for the little girl."
Fu Shenxing couldn't help but be stunned.
He Yan looked back at the little girl and asked, "Do you have any other requests? Like taking a photo with him or something."
The little girl was also stunned for a moment, then immediately, with excitement and joy, asked in quick succession, "Can we take a photo? Can I really take a photo with Mr. Fu?"
He Yan didn't answer her, just looked at Fu Shenxing. Before he could respond, she said, "I'm asking you."
At first, Fu Shenxing was startled, but then he couldn't help but smile. He took the little girl's soft leather notebook, opened it on the coffee table, lowered his head to write his name, and then asked, "What do you want me to write for you?"
The little girl didn't respond immediately. He Yan looked at her in astonishment and saw her gaze falling on a piece of paper on the coffee table, which was the note Fu Shenxing had taken out earlier, the note he had left for Fu Sui after that.
"What should I write?" Fu Shenxing asked again, looking up at the little girl.
It was at this moment that the little girl seem to come to her senses, smiling nervously and saying, "Anything is fine, Mr. Fu, I'll like anything you write!"
Fu Shenxing smirked, showing a mocking smile, and then lowered his head again to write some generic words like "study progress". The little girl then looked at He Yan, hesitated for a moment, and then asked her with a smile, "Beautiful sister, where did you buy these notes? They're so cute!"