Wang Wei’s words were cut short.
As soon as he stepped inside, he collided with the man’s dark, inscrutable gaze.
His first thought was that he had entered the wrong apartment.
Taking two steps back in his flip-flops, he glanced up at the door number and frowned, his voice coarse and demanding.
“Who are you? What are you doing in Cen Zhen’s place?”
In Fu Linyuan’s view, the man wore a gaudy shirt, knee-length shorts, and flip-flops. His hair was greasy, and his beady eyes darted around, giving off an unkempt, sleazy vibe.
Fu Linyuan set down the cardboard box in his hands, his tone distant.
“Can I help you?”
Hearing his cold tone, Wang Wei puffed out his chest slightly and smirked provocatively.
“I’m here to see my girl. What’s it to you?”
The words were crude, vulgar, and grating.
Fu Linyuan’s expression darkened instantly.
Unfortunately, Wang Wei was oblivious. Leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, he began to “kindly warn” him.
“You’re the new guy Cen Zhen’s hooked, aren’t you? Listen, buddy, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Cen Zhen might look clean, but she’s long been tainted. You have no idea—she brings a different man home every night. The noise is so loud the whole neighborhood can hear—”
Cen Zhen had just climbed the stairs when she overheard Wang Wei’s slander.
Thinking she wouldn’t have to live here much longer anyway, she stood behind him and sneered without restraint.
“Is your mouth so filthy because you just crawled out of a cesspool without wiping it?”
Cen Zhen’s sudden voice sent a chill down Wang Wei’s spine.
Turning around, he saw the woman’s cool, sharp eyes fixed on him like icy needles.
Wang Wei’s gaze faltered at first.
But soon, he curled his lips into a smirk and resumed his earlier rogue demeanor.
“What are you talking about, Cen Zhen? You said my mouth tasted good just last night. Why so distant today?”
The disgusting remark made Cen Zhen want to vomit.
Clenching her fists discreetly, she desperately wanted to slap him.
But seeing his greasy, slovenly appearance, she couldn’t bear to dirty her hands.
As she debated whether or not to go through with the slap, the man in the shirt inside the apartment stepped out and took her hand.
He naturally shielded her by his side.
When he lifted his gaze to Wang Wei, his tone was cold and stern.
“Cen Zhen is my wife. I suggest you watch your mouth.”
Fu Linyuan was tall, and Wang Wei, standing only 1.7 meters, felt an overwhelming sense of intimidation facing him.
Though inwardly fearful, Wang Wei refused to back down verbally.
“What kind of joke is that?”
“Your wife?”
“Hah, more like a mistress… Ah—”
“Thud—”
Wang Wei’s scream and the sound of his body hitting the floor echoed simultaneously.
It all happened too fast.
So fast that Cen Zhen only caught a glimpse of him clutching his abdomen.
As for how Fu Linyuan had precisely kicked Wang Wei away, she had no idea—only a gust of wind seemed to sweep past her eyes.
Wang Wei hadn’t expected the seemingly refined and composed man to strike so suddenly. Propping himself up on the floor with his elbow while clutching his abdomen, he glared fiercely and cursed—
“You dare kick me? I’ll make you pay for this!”
Fu Linyuan glanced at him dismissively.
“Feel free to try.”
The man before him carried an air of distinction, acted decisively and ruthlessly, and showed no fear of retaliation.
Clearly, he had connections.
Wang Wei gave up arguing with him and instead glared venomously at Cen Zhen.
“You’re still renting my place. Treating me like this—aren’t you afraid I’ll kick you out?”
Cen Zhen wore a calm expression. “There’s still one week left until our rental contract expires.”
Judging by her tone, she clearly had no intention of renewing the lease.
Wang Wei propped himself up on one elbow.
Gritting his teeth, he threatened, “Where else are you going to find a place as cheap as mine once you leave here?”
Cen Zhen didn’t deny that the rent here was indeed low.
Two bedrooms and a living room for a thousand yuan a month.
But if the price of that cheap rent meant she had to endure his sexual harassment every single day, she wouldn’t live here even if it were free!
Before she could respond, the man beside her spoke first.
“You have thirty seconds to get out.”
Wang Wei shot Cen Zhen one resentful glance after another, but ultimately, under the pressure of Fu Linyuan’s dark gaze, he scrambled away in disgrace.
After he left, Cen Zhen gave a faint, bitter smile.
“Mr. Fu, what he said…”
The man interrupted her. “Go to your room and pack your toiletries. The boxes are too heavy—it’ll be too much for you to move them. I’ll handle it.”
Hearing this, Cen Zhen looked at him, slightly taken aback.
Wasn’t he bothered by Wang Wei’s words?
Their eyes met, and perhaps sensing her thoughts, Fu Linyuan’s expression softened slightly. “Why bother dwelling on the words of trash?”
As he spoke, he patted her shoulder lightly.
“Go pack. I’ll take care of things out here.”
Hearing this, Cen Zhen felt a stir of emotion.
After drifting alone for so many years, apart from her grandmother, she had rarely heard words that made her feel so secure.
Since they were already legally married, Cen Zhen didn’t stand on ceremony. “Alright. If you get tired, call me to take over.”
“Mm.”
The boxes were indeed heavy.
After carrying them back and forth eight or nine times, sweat beaded on Fu Linyuan’s forehead and back, and his breathing grew slightly uneven.
Finally, twenty minutes later, his assistant Jiang Feng arrived with a team.
From a distance, Jiang Feng was surprised to see a tall man moving boxes—he looked remarkably like the boss.
As he drew closer and recognized the man’s face, his surprise turned to disbelief.
Were all these cardboard boxes on the ground really moved by the boss?
The repetitive lifting had drained Fu Linyuan’s energy. Faced with Jiang Feng’s curiosity, he merely gave him a brief glance.
His voice was hoarse. “Go up and move them yourself.”
Jiang Feng complied. “Yes, sir.”
Two minutes later, Cen Zhen was startled to see several unfamiliar faces entering the apartment. “Who are you?”
Jiang Feng offered a polite smile.
“Hello, Mrs. Fu. I’m Jiang Feng, Mr. Fu’s special assistant. The people behind me are also Mr. Fu’s assistants. We heard you were moving and came specifically to help.”
“That’s wonderful. Thank you all.”
With Jiang Feng and the others assisting, it didn’t take long before Cen Zhen’s home of three years was almost completely emptied.
Before leaving, emboldened by her “strength in numbers,” Cen Zhen went upstairs to confront Wang Wei, demanding the return of her deposit and successfully retrieving it.
On the way back to Fu Linyuan’s home, Jiang Feng was the one driving.
He was always diligent and professional—never asking unnecessary questions or looking where he shouldn’t.
But this time, he couldn’t help stealing glances into the rearview mirror.
In the back seat, Mrs. Fu had already invited the boss to try the sushi she made for the third time.
The first two times, the boss had declined.
This third time, he finally nodded in agreement.
The boss probably intended to put on gloves and eat it himself, but Mrs. Fu picked up a piece first and fed it to him.
Jiang Feng didn’t miss the flicker of surprise in the boss’s eyes.
But Mrs. Fu didn’t seem to notice.
Her eyes sparkled brightly, her tone cheerful, “It’s delicious, right? I made it fresh this morning.”
Jiang Feng thought to himself, my boss only eats freshly prepared food.
But the next second, he was proven wrong.
A man’s gentle voice came from the back seat, “Hmm, not bad.”
Jiang Feng: ??
Before he could finish being shocked, the woman’s voice inquired from the back, “Assistant Jiang, you’ve worked hard helping me move. Would you like a piece too?”
Jiang Feng shook his head, “Thank you, Mrs. Fu, but no need.”
But Cen Zhen was very enthusiastic, “Don’t be polite, have a piece.”
Jiang Feng wanted to say he really didn’t want any, but while waiting at the red light, Cen Zhen leaned over to hand it to his mouth.
Unable to refuse such kindness, he opened his mouth.
However, just as he opened it slightly, the sushi that should have been fed to him suddenly pulled back.
Immediately after, he heard the woman say to the boss:
“Maybe you should do it. I just forgot I’m married now—this feels a bit inappropriate.”
Jiang Feng, “…”
Fu Linyuan didn’t say anything, his expression remaining calm.
Putting on a disposable glove, he picked up a piece of sushi from the corner of the box and fed it into Jiang Feng’s mouth.
With his mouth stuffed full, Jiang Feng felt so moved he could almost cry.
Fed by the boss himself—what an honor!
After a while, he couldn’t help but wonder: Was Mrs. Fu subtly setting rules for the boss just now?