CHAPTER 701: CHAPTER 701: WHAT’S THE POINT OF KEEPING SUCH A MAN?

At these words, Chi Yue’s complexion changed.

"You mean..."

"Yes, I suspect my brother isn’t truly amnesic, he’s just pretending to have lost his memory for some reason."

Chi Yue was unable to digest this revelation for a moment.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t considered this possibility, but after several attempts to test him, she found no evidence that Fu Rongyin was faking it.

After a moment, she said, "Regardless of whether it’s true or not, I need to pay a visit to the Zhan Family. We can talk more when I get back."

However, no sooner had Chi Yue stepped out the door than she received a text message from an unknown number.

The message contained just one sentence: "Meet at the usual place."

She put away her cellphone and reported the hotel’s address.

Upon arriving at the room and knocking on the door, sure enough, it was Fu Rongyin who answered.

Chi Yue stood at the doorway and asked, "Did you want to see me for something?"

Fu Rongyin was dressed in a well-tailored suit, which accentuated his noble and aloof aura even more.

However, he was holding a cigarette in one hand.

His nicotine addiction seemed quite severe.

"Come in," he said.

"Young Master Qi is getting engaged tomorrow, I rather not come in and tarnish your reputation."

The man took a slow drag of his cigarette, his brows tinged with an indescribable languor.

"As you know, there were quite a few eyes on me today, if you don’t mind making it onto the headlines tomorrow, we can keep talking like this," he said.

Chi Yue frowned but still stepped inside.

"Can we talk now?"

Fu Rongyin crossed the room with his long strides to the sofa and snuffed out the cigarette butt, "I heard you get along well with Fu Xingchuan?"

A wariness rose in Chi Yue’s heart, "Why do you ask?"

"It seems you are not well informed. He has been telling everyone that you are his fiancée and also saying..."

Chi Yue pricked up her ears to listen, but he suddenly left her hanging, baiting her.

Chi Yue was almost amused, "Is this fun for you? If you don’t wish to speak, there’s no need to toy with me like this."

Yet suddenly, Fu Rongyin circled the coffee table, drawing closer to her, "I don’t have time to play with you, but just to remind you, you have another role when you’re with me."

Chi Yue thought of the previous time he mentioned having her become his lover.

Her face devoid of emotion, she said, "I haven’t agreed."

"Whether you agree or not is for me to decide. Don’t forget, you were the one who came after me first."

His words overlapped with some she remembered from her memory, and Chi Yue narrowed her eyes at him, "Fu Rongyin, you have never lost your memory, have you?"

The man laughed softly without a word, "Still thinking that I’m the person you speak of? What’s so good about that man that you can’t get him out of your head, hmm?"

"Even if he’s no good at all, he’s still my husband. I came to ask why he left without a word, why he suddenly wants to divorce me."

Her almond-shaped eyes glistened with emotion, staring unblinkingly at him.

Yet the man remained unmoved, "I am not him, talking about these things with me is pointless. Instead, why not become my lover? What’s the use in keeping such a man?"

As he spoke, his hand had already caressed her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Chi Yue pushed against his chest, struggling one last time, "Aren’t you worried that Zhan Youyou will find out about us?"

"Discovery can’t change what has already happened."

All of a sudden, Chi Yue found Fu Rongyin inscrutable.

If he really cared about this marriage, why was he so dismissive of Zhan Youyou?

But if he didn’t care, then why was he getting engaged, even married, to Zhan Youyou?

The man didn’t leave her any time to ponder, pulling her onto his lap by her waist.

In moments of passion, it was hard for Chi Yue to keep her mind on these problems.

She thought Fu Rongyin had summoned her just to vent, but his actions lasted till midnight.

The ringtone of her phone rang urgently. Chi Yue tried to lift her languid hand to reach for the phone, but another hand snatched it up before hers could.