Chapter 279: Chapter 279 Another Social Death

“Ah Foo,” Fu Xing said as he stood on the steps with one hand in his pocket, looking at her against the sunlight, “come here.”

Lin Fu ran over with a smile and threw herself into Fu Xing’s arms, hugging his waist and tilting her head up while her chin rested on his chest.

“Fu Xing, what should I do? I don’t feel like going to school when you are at home. Have you ever heard of an Ancient Earth saying from the ancient Chinese? It goes, ‘Spring nights are short as days dawn bright, henceforth the sovereign shuns the morning court.'”

A hint of discomfort flashed across Fu Xing’s extraordinarily handsome face, his ears turned slightly red, yet he didn’t miss the fleeting cunning look in Lin Fu’s eyes.

“Teasing me again?”

“Hahaha…”

Lin Fu’s eyes curved as she laughed, “Not at all.” She would never admit she was taking advantage of Fu Xing’s ignorance of Ancient Earth knowledge.

Fu Xing, unable to help it, pinched her cheek lightly, unable to bring himself to use any force.

“Still won’t admit it.”

“Not at all, just wait obediently at home for me, I am going to the morning court now.” After last night’s intimate moments and heartfelt exchanges, their relationship had progressed rapidly, and the way Lin Fu interacted with Fu Xing had also changed.

She showed a side that was previously unseen—naughty, coquettish, and at times, fond of teasing others.

She also discovered that she had developed a fondness for taking advantage of Fu Xing.

Regardless of what it was, as long as it involved Fu Xing, she was happy.

After saying this, Lin Fu released Fu Xing’s embrace. But as she turned around, she was stunned. “When did you all get here?”

At that moment, on the steps below, stood three rows of people.

There were men and women, familiar faces like the butler, Chief of Staff Bernard, and many others she did not recognize, one of whom was carrying a suitcase. Among the crowd, she saw an old grandfather with a familiar face, whom she recalled seeing in the Star Network’s Imperial Records.

Those in the Imperial Records were certainly influential figures.

The crowd instantly shifted from their stunned state to a calm demeanor, embodying what it meant to be veteran actors with impeccable skill. One by one, they solemnly bowed to Lin Fu, pretending as if they had just arrived and seen nothing.

Lin Fu felt socially dead again.

She could only say that she was not an actor herself, feeling so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a hole.

Wait a minute… she was facing away from the door and hadn’t noticed anyone arriving, but Fu Xing was facing the door; he must have known people were coming.

“Why didn’t you warn me?” Lin Fu approached Fu Xing, her voice low and frustrated.

“I thought you knew.”

“You really didn’t do it on purpose?” Lin Fu was suspicious he was lying, but upon closer inspection, she felt she might be overthinking it.

Fu Xing was reserved by nature, and he certainly wouldn’t tease someone intentionally.

“Ah Foo, come, let me introduce you.” Fu Xing naturally took Lin Fu’s hand and led her to the white-haired old man, “This is Mr. Yun, the Empire’s most authoritative art master, professor of ancient literature, and a national treasure-level painter.”

Lin Fu’s eyes brightened, finally remembering who the old man was.

Mr. Yun was esteemed as a figure covered in glory, now at the age of three hundred and ten, having witnessed countless notable figures.

His works were frightfully expensive, and virtually unattainable.

Many were housed in the Royal Art Museum.

And he hadn’t created any new works in a hundred years.

“Mr. Yun, hello.”

Lin Fu bowed politely, and the white-haired Mr. Yun smiled warmly as he turned slightly to the side to make way for her bow.

“Don’t mention it, Lady, you are too kind.”

“Mr. Yun is our family’s exclusive painter. Today he is here to paint a new wedding portrait for us,” Fu Xing said calmly, but those around couldn’t help but twitch their mouths, with Bernard looking particularly envious.