“Hello, President Fu.”
She addressed him as President Fu, no longer “Tingshen Ge.”
Fu Tingshen’s hand holding the phone paused, his brow furrowing slightly in discomfort.
“Yunmian, it’s already 8:30. Why haven’t you come to the office yet?”
Luo Yunmian glanced at the time displayed on her phone and patted her forehead in frustration.
She cleared her throat, feigning composure. “I wasn’t feeling well yesterday.”
“Then rest at home today. I was planning to take you with me on a business trip.”
“I’m fine, my health is no issue,” Luo Yunmian replied without hesitation.
Going on a business trip was far better than having to face Fu Yanchi.
After hanging up, Luo Yunmian felt a sense of relief, as if she had narrowly escaped disaster.
She hurriedly put on her trench coat and returned to her own residence via the small path through the back garden.
After carefully selecting a few outfits, she quickly freshened up. Once everything was in order, she deliberately put on a high-necked sweater, paired it with blue jeans, and draped a trench coat over it.
After getting dressed, she stood in front of the mirror, examining herself from every angle, repeatedly checking until she was certain the marks on her neck—which she didn’t want anyone to see—were completely hidden. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.
Confidently, she picked up her suitcase.
The driver was already waiting downstairs, and Luo Yunmian didn’t dare delay for a moment.
When Fu Yanchi woke up, he found that Luo Yunmian was nowhere to be seen—not in the room, nor anywhere in the entire villa.
He asked Aunt Liu and learned that Luo Yunmian had gone on a business trip with Fu Tingshen.
He couldn’t help but clench his fists, his eyes filled with desolation.
“So, Mianmian Jie, are you abandoning me again? Don’t you want me anymore?”
When he thought of the trace of red on the bed when he woke up, a soft light flickered in his eyes.
Running away doesn’t matter—Mianmian Jie, you can only be mine.
“Zhuang Bo, help me investigate Luo Yunmian. I need to know where she’s going for her business trip and which hotel she’s staying at.”
Fu Yanchi’s tone left no room for doubt.
“Are you kidding me? You want a top-tier hacker like me to track a woman’s whereabouts?”
Zhuang Bo’s incredulous voice came through the phone.
“Stop complaining and get to it!”
“Fine, fine. Wait—what did you say her name was? Luo Yunmian?”
Zhuang Bo’s voice instantly rose several pitches.
“Holy shit, what are you trying to do? Steal your brother’s woman?”
“Stop talking nonsense.”
Zhuang Bo, who had been drinking water, spat it all over his laptop upon hearing this, frantically wiping it down with tissues.
This is too intense!
“You almost ruined my computer!”
Ten minutes later, Fu Yanchi looked at the information in the text message on his phone and made another call.
“Book me a plane ticket…”
Luo Yunmian was currently on an Eastern Airlines flight to Country F.
She hadn’t expected Shen Xin’er to be on the same flight, and suddenly felt an urge to strangle herself.
Was she asking for punishment?
She glanced at Fu Tingshen, unable to hide the bitterness in her eyes.
He, on the other hand, looked radiant. Shen Xin’er, sitting beside him, appeared charming and alluring, her entire body leaning toward Fu Tingshen, almost resting her head on his shoulder.
Luo Yunmian let out a cold laugh. Just as she was about to move to a seat further ahead, Shen Xin’er stood up with feigned sincerity, a seemingly kind smile plastered on her face.
“Miss Luo, why don’t you take my seat?”
Luo Yunmian glanced at the seat Shen Xin’er had just vacated.
Her eyes filled with disdain, “No need, I can sit in the front just the same.”
She wouldn’t sit in a dirty seat.
With that, she walked toward the front seat without looking back.
The events of yesterday still lingered in her heart.
Fu Tingshen’s betrayal, along with her impulsive act of revenge, flashed through her mind like passing clouds.
It had been her first time, but Fu Tingshen hadn’t cared.
Now, she had given what she considered precious to his younger brother. She wondered how he would feel if he found out.
But he probably wouldn’t care, because he didn’t love her.
For no reason, Luo Yunmian recalled how Fu Yanchi had been restrained with her yesterday, yet later she had found herself unconsciously responding to him.
In front of that young man, she had long since crumbled.
Her cheeks flushed hot again, and she wished she could vanish into thin air.
And then there was the way he had whispered in her ear all night, calling her “Sister Mianmian” over and over again.
His voice was tender and lingering, making her entire body tingle.
So much so that she had fled in a panic.
Luo Yunmian shook her head, forcing all these thoughts down. As soon as she sat down, she heard Shen Xin’er’s pitiful voice from the back seat.
“Tingshen, do you think Miss Luo is angry with me?”
“No, Yunmian isn’t that petty,” Fu Tingshen replied confidently.
What a white lotus! A thirty-five-year-old woman was quite skilled at acting cute and coquettish.
Luo Yunmian found it irritating.
Without hesitation, she pulled out her Bluetooth earbuds from her pocket, put them in, then took out an eye mask and put it on. Leaning back in her seat, she closed her eyes and began to rest.
Luo Yunmian was truly tired and had no energy to deal with Shen Xin’er’s pretentiousness. She just wanted to take this opportunity to rest properly.
They arrived at the booked hotel at one in the morning. There were four people on this business trip, and Fu Tingshen had also brought a male assistant.
All four rooms were adjacent. Luo Yunmian said a quick greeting and entered her own room.
The next evening at eight o’clock.
In the luxurious private room, the lighting was soft. Fu Tingshen held a wine glass, speaking fluent French as he chatted with a business partner.
Luo Yunmian wore a white high-neck dress, looking pure and elegant. Shen Xin’er was dressed in a striking red body-hugging dress, exuding charm and allure. The two sat on either side of Fu Tingshen, creating a pleasing picture.
The man smiled and teased Fu Tingshen in French.
“President Fu, you’re truly fortunate. This must be your first love, right? I never thought you’d be able to rekindle your relationship after all these years.”
Fu Tingshen nodded slightly and replied in French.
“She is the love of my life.”
The man smiled noncommittally, then glanced casually in Luo Yunmian’s direction.
He continued, “And what about your fiancée?”
Clearly, he was aware of Fu Tingshen’s upcoming engagement.
Fu Tingshen took a light sip of red wine and replied calmly in French.
“She is a partner and a suitable wife, but I don’t love her.”
Luo Yunmian couldn’t help but feel distracted. Noticing her unusual demeanor, Fu Tingshen asked with concern.
“What’s wrong?”
She quickly shook her head, forcing herself to appear calm.
“I need to use the restroom.” With that, she stood up and hurried out of the private room.
In truth, Luo Yunmian understood French. Every word of those hurtful remarks had reached her ears without fail.
“Luo Yunmian, your taste really is terrible.”
Fu Yanchi’s words were right.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror—the one with a bitter expression, red-rimmed eyes, and a deathly pale face—and gave a self-mocking smile.
“This version of you is truly ugly.”
Her heart felt as if weighed down by a stone, suffocating. She had already resolved to desensitize herself, but six years of emotions were not so easily cast aside.
She reined in her feelings and walked to the private room door. Just as she was about to push it open, a large hand yanked her into the neighboring room.
As she looked up, her eyes widened in shock at the sight of the person before her.