The study contained a single armchair and a tatami mat for one person to rest.
But the problem was, a man and a woman living together would inevitably spark gossip, and King was her teacher. Sharing a room with her teacher…
It was awkward.
King sighed softly, "We can't go out, thinking about it is useless. Let's get some rest."
Shen Qingqing turned stiffly to look at him, "How do we rest?"
"That expression of yours…" King deliberately moved closer, his masculine presence enveloping her. "You don't mean to say you want to sleep with me, do you?"
Shen Qingqing looked at him expressionlessly.
King's mouth twitched, and he sighed, shaking his head. "You're truly lacking in romance…"
Shen Qingqing said coldly, "Whoever understands romance, go find them."
King turned and walked towards the armchair, flopping down onto it. "Even if I wanted to find someone else, the door won't open right now."
"You're sleeping on the sofa?"
"Yes, you sleep on the tatami mat." King grabbed a bolster pillow and hugged it. "I can't let a woman sleep on the sofa. Though, I suppose with me, you're not exactly a woman."
Shen Qingqing's brief feeling of gratitude evaporated in less than three seconds, and her face went blank again. "How am I not a woman?"
"What, do you want to prove it to me?" King blinked, smiling innocently. "I don't mind. I wouldn't be at a loss either way."
When it came to witty banter, men had a natural advantage over women. Moreover, Shen Qingqing couldn't possibly flirt with her own teacher.
"Fine, you win this time."
She decisively chose not to argue with him and turned towards the tatami mat.
However, as she lay on the tatami mat, she couldn't help but smile. At least after bickering with him, the lingering gloom in her heart had completely dissipated.
Men…
Get lost!
She slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep within five minutes.
On the sofa, however, King couldn't sleep. The moonlight streamed through the window lattice, outlining the graceful curves of her body. He绅士ly averted his gaze.
Yet, his heart was filled with peace.
Domestically.
Fu Jingshu was discussing company matters with Lin Mo, handling as many decisions as possible himself. For anything he couldn't finish, he let Lin Mo make the call.
Lin Mo opened his mouth, "Master Fu, are you going to find Miss Shen?"
Fu Jingshu glanced at him. "Do you have an opinion?"
Lin Mo dared not have any opinion and quickly waved his hands. "No, no… it's just, Master Fu, how long will you be gone? The company cannot be without you for too long."
"I'll try to return as quickly as possible."
Fu Jingshu couldn't say for sure. Shen Qingqing had left this time, and she was definitely truly angry, and not a little bit. Whether he could even see her first was uncertain.
Let alone coaxing her back, which would be no easy task.
Lin Mo fell silent, then said, "Alright then, I wish Master Fu an early departure and a swift return, to embrace the beauty."
"Mm."
Only that sentence sounded somewhat pleasant. Fu Jingshu gave a few more instructions, then booked a flight, intending to fly to Country M that night to coax her back.
The ticket was booked, and boarding was in two hours. He had made all the arrangements and was ready to leave.
But as he stepped out of the company building, he received a phone call.
"Master Fu, please come back quickly. The Old Madam has suddenly fallen ill, and her condition has worsened."
"I know."
Fu Jingshu hung up the phone and stood by the roadside. The cold wind blew, and his mind became clearer than ever. He couldn't go abroad for now; his grandmother's health was more important.
Lin Mo accompanied him in the cold wind. "Master Fu, are you still going?"
"What do you think?"
Fu Jingshu turned to look at him, his gaze chillingly indifferent, causing Lin Mo to instinctively swallow. He deeply regretted asking that question!
It was completely unnecessary!
"Then please go to the hospital first. Leave the luggage to me, I'll take it back."
He tried to make amends. Fortunately, Fu Jingshu didn't dwell on it. "Send it to my office."
"No problem."
Lin Mo quickly carried the suitcase back to the company.
Fu Jingshu got into the car and went to the hospital. Upon arrival, he saw Fu Tingyi and Fang Ru and others were already there. He first called over the doctor to inquire.
"The Old Madam's health was already not good, and recently she has been too worried and anxious…"
The doctor shook his head, his expression grave.
Fu Jingshu's face was grim, his thin lips parting slightly. "You must cure Grandma. No matter the cost, whether it requires special medicine, money, or anything else, I can provide it."
The doctor's expression was equally serious. "Master Fu, rest assured, I will do my utmost!"
After instructing the doctor, Fu Jingshu sat by the bedside, watching the sleeping Fu Old Madam. Her face was a little pale, and she seemed to have lost more weight, looking somewhat gaunt.
He took a deep breath and said softly, "Grandma, you must get better. I will win her back."
After tucking the blanket around her, he turned and left the ward. He went to the corridor with his phone. It was deserted. He dialed that familiar number.
The ringing went on for a long time before someone finally picked up, but it was a man's voice.
"Who?"
Fu Jingshu's heart instantly turned cold. "I'm looking for Shen Qingqing."
King recognized his voice almost instantly. "Fu Jingshu?"
Similarly, Fu Jingshu recognized it. Although they had only met once, he would never forget this voice. "Why are you answering the phone?"
King's voice was lazy. "Why can't it be me?"
"Where is she?"
"Hmm… she's sleeping." King propped his chin with one hand, his fingertips tapping on his cheek. "Is there something you need her for?"
"I can't talk to you."
King could feel a chill emanating from Fu Jingshu's voice even through the phone. He tutted. "What's wrong with you? Are you not understanding me, or are you pretending not to? I told you, she's sleeping."
Fu Jingshu said, word by word, "Wake her up."
King became impatient. "What's your problem? She's sleeping soundly, and you want to wake her up?"
If his previous words could still allow Fu Jingshu to deceive himself, then this statement was clearly insufficient. The suspicion in his heart grew stronger.
"She and you… are together?"
The word "sleeping" ultimately didn't come out.
King raised an eyebrow, glanced at the figure on the tatami mat, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, his tone casual. "Yes, so it's really inconvenient right now. She's sleeping. If you have something to say, talk about it tomorrow."
The next second, the call was hung up.
King looked at his phone and chuckled. "I don't believe I can't enrage you to death!"
You dare to bully my disciple, just you wait!
On this side, Fu Jingshu's distinct fingers clenched his phone tightly until, with a crack, a fissure appeared on the screen. His palm was cut.
Blood flowed down his palm, dripping onto the floor with a *drip*.
He dismantled the now-useless phone, took out the SIM card, and then threw the phone into the trash can. He borrowed a phone from a doctor and called Lin Mo, asking him to bring a new one.
However, during the call, his suppressed anger and gloom were impossible to hide. On the other end, Lin Mo didn't dare to breathe, and after hanging up, he was covered in cold sweat.
Who, in the end, had angered Master Fu?