CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 51: REALLY LIKE HER (9TH UPDATE)

He turned his head to look down, and the person in his arms squinted her eyes, struggling several times to stand up straight, but could only lean softly against him due to her inability to control her limbs.

It was this appearance that somehow struck Fu Jichen’s heart. He apologized to an elderly man in his sixties in front of him and bent down to pick up Shen Jianian.

"My girlfriend can’t handle her liquor; I’ll leave first. Let’s meet up again sometime."

As Lu Yanzhi watched Fu Jichen’s steady steps leave, he spat out a mouthful of wine, hurriedly wiped his mouth, picked up his coat from the back of the chair, and followed him.

He still had urgent business to discuss with Fu Jichen; he couldn’t just let him leave like that.

The scene of Fu Jichen carrying the girl away from the banquet hall lingered in the minds of the guests for a long time. Yin Shuyao was no exception.

After making a round of toasts and inquiring intentionally or unintentionally, she already figured out the background of that man.

His name is Fu Jichen, from a noble family in Beicheng, the most outstanding person of his generation in the family, and he is expected to inherit the family business. The industries of the Junshan Group under the Fu Family are spread across the country, involving dozens of fields, and have considerable influence abroad. It’s unimaginable how esteemed his position is in the business world.

How fortunate Shen Jianian is, a fallen noblewoman, to have caught the attention of a figure at the pinnacle of the pyramid. Yin Shuyao could only console herself that the disparity in their statuses made it impossible for them to have a result, which balanced her feelings somewhat.

Outside the hotel’s main entrance, Qu Mo drove the car to the bottom of the steps, and the back seat door was open.

Fu Jichen carried the person into the car in a princess hold, closed the door in time, preventing the cold wind carrying snowflakes from blowing inside.

"Wait for me!"

Just as the car was about to start, Lu Yanzhi came running out, having run so fast that his hairstyle was messed up.

He went around to the other side, opened the door of the front passenger seat, sat down, unfastened his tie, took off his suit, and said breathlessly to the person behind, "You still walk so fast while carrying someone. I truly admire you."

The car moved forward, and Fu Jichen unfolded the coat and draped it over Shen Jianian, his tone slightly low: "Look to yourself more for reasons. Could it be you’re lounging around too much, lacking stamina?"

Lu Yanzhi choked.

If he weren’t in need of help, he would have jumped up to retort a few words.

"Yicheng’s winter auction is held next week. I want to pick a decent item." With years of friendship, Lu Yanzhi didn’t beat around the bush with him, "All my spare money has gone into project investments. I forgot that next month is the old man’s birthday, and I didn’t set aside funds for a gift, so I want to borrow some from you."

Fu Jichen remained silent.

Lu Yanzhi waited but didn’t get the expected answer, thinking surely Fu Jichen wouldn’t be so stingy as not to lend him money?

He gripped the seatback with one hand and looked back, instantly wanting to gouge out his own eyes.

Shen Jianian must have been drunk, sleeping deeply, lying across the back seat, with her upper body embraced by Fu Jichen, her head resting on his elbow. It was as though Fu Jichen had gotten a novel toy; his fingers pinched her cheek, and the pad of his thumb brushed over her rosy lips, smudging some lipstick onto his fingertips. He disdainfully wiped it on her face, watching a red fingerprint appear on her fair cheek, and smiling unconsciously.

Lu Yanzhi instantly forgot what he’d said earlier and asked, "I’ve never seriously asked you before, what do you really think of Shen Jianian?"

This is Shen Jianian! A fallen noblewoman with no parents, no support. How could Fu Jichen be so irrational, choosing a woman like her?

He admitted Shen Jianian was very beautiful, that face was devastatingly stunning in ancient times, but there were many women more beautiful than her in this world. Given Fu Jichen’s conditions, finding any type of woman should be easy, so why did he specifically choose her?

Fu Jichen finally lifted his gaze, gave him a glance, and said, "I really like her."

Lu Yanzhi was startled by his answer, his eyelids twitched, speechless for a moment. Fu Jichen’s expression was too enigmatic; he couldn’t read it: "Are you serious?"

Fu Jichen retorted, "What do you think?"

Lu Yanzhi simply didn’t believe it.

How could someone say they liked someone with no trace of deep emotion in their eyes?

Real or fake, as a good brother, Lu Yanzhi had to give him a warning: "Just have fun, don’t take it seriously. Your old man fancies that lady from the Xu Family as the future daughter-in-law."

"You’re very noisy."

Fu Jichen didn’t want to discuss this topic with him, so he pressed a button on the control panel, raising the divider, separating the car into two enclosed spaces.

Lu Yanzhi imagined some restricted-rated scenes, twitching his mouth, "Take it easy, Fu Da."

The divider had sound insulation, leaving only a few muffled sounds to reach the back; Fu Jichen didn’t bother to listen to his words, assuming they weren’t worth hearing.

The person in his arms suddenly murmured, and Fu Jichen cast his eyes down, his gaze falling on her face. Her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, perhaps she was uncomfortable somewhere.

Knowing she couldn’t hear, Fu Jichen couldn’t help but say, "Drinking so much when you can’t handle it, who else would feel bad if not you?"

Even he didn’t realize there was a hint of affection and pampering hidden in his tone.

As the drink took effect, Shen Jianian felt hot all over, as if soaking in a hot spring, and began to squirm irritably. Fu Jichen patted her leg, his voice low and hoarse: "Behave."

Shen Jianian pulled apart the tightly wrapped woolen coat on her, seemed to cool down a bit, stopped moving, buried her head in his arms, and fell soundly asleep.

She was well-behaved when drunk, not causing a scene or talking nonsense, quietly sleeping, showing her most vulnerable and soft side, like a docile cat, ready to be petted.

Fu Jichen looked at her reddened earlobe and couldn’t resist pinching it with his fingertip, it was as hot as a branding iron, contrasting sharply with his cooler fingers.

In her sleep, Shen Jianian felt a touch of coolness, finding it extremely comfortable, raised a hand to press his, gently rubbing against it.

Fu Jichen’s eyes darkened, letting out a long breath in secret.

Were it not for Lu Yanzhi being in the front, he might have indeed done something absurd.

*

That night, a luxury car carried the newlywed couple from the Silver Sea Hotel, their destination being their wedding house, a four-story villa in Golden Moon Bay.

This villa was funded by Old Mrs. Qin as part of the dowry, registered under her granddaughter-in-law Yin Shuyao’s name.

Tonight was their wedding night; the young couple would rest here. In the future, whether to live in the Qin Family’s villa or Golden Moon Bay was up to them.

Qin Fan had drunk a lot at the wedding banquet, reeking of alcohol, unable to walk steadily, and was helped into the house by Yin Shuyao and the driver who escorted them back, laid down on the main bedroom’s sofa.

Driver: "Young madam, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first."

Yin Shuyao waved her hand. After the driver left, her face immediately showed a trace of impatience, looking at the drunk Qin Fan without knowing how to proceed.

Should she undress him and wipe him down? What if he vomits?

If he doesn’t bathe, he can’t possibly lie on the bed like that.

Yin Shuyao decided to live in the Qin family’s old residence in the future, helping Old Mrs. Qin with household affairs to gain favor, so she didn’t arrange any servants in the villa, leaving her without any help at the moment.

Not wanting to deal with Qin Fan, Yin Shuyao irritably took a bathrobe into the bathroom, wanting to shower first. After a busy day, every nerve in her body was tired, urgently needing relaxation.

As hot water poured over her, Yin Shuyao closed her eyes, the events of the wedding banquet uncontrollably replaying in her mind.

Today was supposed to be the most glorious day of her life, yet it turned out this way. Once the wedding was over, everything settled, her position as the Qin family’s young madam was secure, but still, for some reason, there was a lingering unease, as if something bad was going to happen.

Yin Shuyao shook her head, forcing herself not to think recklessly.

After she finished showering and came out, Qin Fan was still in the same position, lying crookedly on the sofa, breathing heavily, with slight snores.

Yin Shuyao went downstairs to pour water to drink when the doorbell suddenly rang.

It was ten o’clock; who would visit at this time?

Yin Shuyao casually placed the water cup on the kitchen island, tightened the front of her robe, and, wearing her plush slippers, walked to the door, pressing the visual doorbell’s connect button.

On the high-definition screen appeared the face of a woman.

With vivid rose-red curly hair, her makeup was dazzling, and the sparkling glitter on her eyelids was clearly visible across the screen.

The woman wore a pale pink camisole, wrapped in a white fur coat, the fur brushing against her fair, delicate chin, resembling a fox spirit just transformed into a human.