"Why her, not me?!"
This question had been brewing in Fu Feifei's heart for a long time.
So long that it was etched into her bones.
But she never had the courage to ask.
She also didn't want to lose face.
She was Miss Fu, pampered since childhood.
Whatever she wanted, she always got.
If her confession was rejected, she couldn't afford to lose face among her friends.
Of course, more than that, she was afraid of him saying something that would embarrass her.
But now, she desperately wanted an answer.
Even if it wasn't what she wanted to hear.
Chasing him to the shop door, Fu Feifei cast aside her pride as Miss Fu for the first time, her eyes fixed on the young man before her, stubborn and hopeful.
Yu Wenli was already in a bad mood, and running into Kang Wei and Lan Shuo at a car dealership had made it worse.
But then he remembered she had spoken up for him just now.
Yu Wenli calmed his emotions and replied in a low voice, "You are very good, but my heart belongs only to her. I'm sorry."
Fu Feifei's heart instantly ached to the point of breathlessness.
"Do you like her that much? Like her so much that you leave no room for Fu Feifei?" she muttered unconsciously as she backed away.
Her already red-rimmed eyes welled up again. Coupled with the expensive makeup on her face, she looked devastatingly beautiful and broken.
At the same time, on the eighty-eighth floor.
Jiang An placed the pre-ordered dinner dishes on the table one by one. Wen Tingxue sat on the sofa, looking a little restrained, her expression clearly distracted.
Fu Yuchuan gazed at her soft, delicate profile, his eyes complex and deeply affectionate, as if pondering something.
The spacious, luxurious office fell silent, with only the sound of bowls and plates clinking on the table.
Only when Jiang An pushed the dining cart away did Fu Yuchuan snap back to reality and say, "Regarding the painting selection, I hope Miss Wen will keep it a secret." "Of course," Wen Tingxue replied instinctively, then felt it was inappropriate and added, "As long as it doesn't threaten my personal interests."
Fu Yuchuan let out a sudden laugh, "You're so wary of me?"
"What do you think, Mr. Fu?" she retorted using his own words.
Fu Yuchuan chuckled, "Let's eat. I believe it's to your liking?"
Wen Tingxue finally noticed that the dishes today were her favorite sweet and sour.
"How did you know?" she asked. "We haven't even had dinner together."
Fu Yuchuan said faintly, "Do you think it's difficult for me to investigate someone?"
His tone was so matter-of-fact.
"This is my privacy!" Wen Tingxue reminded him, displeased.
"Oh," he responded casually, "And then?"
It was impossible to communicate with him.
Wen Tingxue remembered the purpose of her visit today and let out a闷闷 (mèn mèn -闷闷 - stifled/depressed) sigh, no longer arguing with him.
As she picked up her chopsticks to eat, he suddenly said, "What a coincidence, she also likes sweet and sour."
Wen Tingxue tightened her grip on her chopsticks. After a few seconds, she couldn't help but say, "Mr. Fu, no matter how deep your feelings are for that Miss Zhiyi,"
"I only ask that you recognize reality. I am me, and she is her. I will not be her substitute, and she would not want you to find someone as her substitute."
"Therefore, I kindly ask Mr. Fu to stop investigating my personal privacy and targeting me inexplicably in the future."
"You have your life, and I have mine. We are like two parallel lines, with no intersection."
Being mistaken for a substitute, Wen Tingxue was already quite annoyed.
She had been deliberately targeted before, and now that it was happening again, no matter how good her temper, she couldn't swallow it.
So, when he stated it so plainly, Wen Tingxue finally erupted.
She didn't want to resemble Fu Zhiyi.
Why should he investigate her without her permission!
It was too much!
And to target her again and again.
Forcing her to come and find him!
Fu Yuchuan was not surprised by her sudden outburst.
He even took a bite of food with a rather good mood.
After slowly swallowing, he said, "I think you must have misunderstood. I have never treated you as a substitute."
He paused for two seconds, then suddenly added, "She doesn't deserve it."
Wen Tingxue furrowed her brows slightly.
Had she misread him?
When he mentioned that adopted daughter of the Fu family, a trace of hatred flickered in his eyes?
That shouldn't be right...
"Ding—"
The sound of an incoming message.
Wen Tingxue instinctively glanced at the source of the sound.
It was the iPad on the table belonging to Fu Yuchuan.
She swore she didn't intend to look.
It was just that the email was so loud— "You're the investor for Wake Ear?!"
Wen Tingxue looked at him in shock.
The email was from Ding Xi, and it contained the final round of design drafts.
"Now, do you still want to offend me?" Fu Yuchuan lowered his gaze with a half-smile, as if he was certain she wouldn't dare to offend him.