4 – Can’t I see my fiancée?
The next second, Bo Zhi saw the dark figure on the sofa move, standing up and slowly walking toward her.
She screamed, “A ghost!!”
Turning around, she was so frightened she took off running.
But she had only taken a single step when a cold hand grasped the back of her neck.
Instantly, a chill shot up her entire spine. Bo Zhi, utterly useless, whimpered, “Wuwu…”
She was on the verge of tears.
Hearing her faint whimpers, the man couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.
To Bo Zhi’s ears, this laughter was filled with mockery, instantly igniting the competitive spirit she’d carried since childhood.
She immediately raised her stiletto heel and kicked out, “You scoundrel, prepare to die—”
A deep, husky groan sounded in the night, oddly familiar.
His breathing noticeably grew heavier, and he gritted his teeth, panting slightly as he called her name, “Bo… Zhi… Zhi.”
Bo Zhi froze.
That voice… was it Fu Jingyan?
Suppressing the urge to discipline her, Fu Jingyan leaned over to feel for the light switch by the door, his tall frame almost enveloping her in his embrace.
Bo Zhi caught the scent of cool cedar lingering at her nose.
Now she was certain—it really was Fu Jingyan.
With a soft click, the switch was pressed, and the room flooded with bright light, forcing Bo Zhi to squeeze her eyes shut.
Fu Jingyan lowered his gaze to look at this little troublemaker.
But his eyes fell on her reddened, frightened eyes, her long lashes curled beautifully as if dampened.
“Scared to tears already?”
He chuckled again, his temper gone, and gently brushed his thumb over the corner of her eye. “Could your courage be any smaller?”
Bo Zhi opened her eyes and glared fiercely at him. “You’re the one scared to tears!”
Her courage was actually quite strong—it was just that the apartment passcode was only known to her assistant, her manager, and him.
She had just said goodbye to them downstairs, and suddenly there was someone in her room. It would be strange if she weren’t scared out of her wits.
Bo Zhi asked him in confusion, “What are you doing here?”
Wasn’t he supposed to be at the Moscow Music Festival?
“The event ended, so I came back,” Fu Jingyan replied.
He turned and walked toward the sofa, his long legs straight and slender, though his steps were slightly unsteady—clearly, that kick had landed hard.
Bo Zhi guiltily rubbed her nose.
She calculated the timing—he must have returned right after the event ended, without even attending the celebration banquet.
She could see the weariness etched between the man’s refined brows.
Young Master Fu had always been as delicate as a flower; it was clear the journey had exhausted him.
Bo Zhi reluctantly went to pour him a glass of water. “Why were you in such a hurry to come back?”
Fu Jingyan lazily lifted his phoenix eyes, his gaze fixed intently on the radiant beauty pouring water under the light.
Her silver-blue fishtail dress shimmered brilliantly, and the strands of hair falling by her ears cascaded like ink, making her look exactly like a beautiful Little Mermaid.
He spoke slowly, his tone cool yet captivating, “I wanted to see my fiancée.”
“Is that not allowed?”
“…”
Bo Zhi was stunned for a few seconds.
Like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, her eyes flickered slightly as she glared at him angrily. “Who… who’s your fiancée? Don’t call me that!”
Darn it, why did she have to stutter?
The man lounged lazily on the sofa, his silver-blue hair disheveled over his forehead, his eyes tinged with weariness, his lips naturally pale red.
A relaxed, seductive, and elegant young master.
He smiled faintly and asked, “Didn’t you receive the invitation?”
On every handwritten engagement invitation, the words “Fiancée Bo Zhi” were clearly written.
Bo Zhi’s ears flushed slightly red as she roughly shoved the glass of water into his hands. “Just shut up.”
If it weren’t for that accident, Bo Zhi would never have had any plans to marry.
A successful woman must have only her career on her mind.
What kind of grave is marriage?!
Bo Zhi couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and went back to her room to remove her makeup and take a bath.
After a tiring day, she comfortably changed into soft pajamas and happily rolled onto the plush bed.
Only to roll right into a man’s arms.
Bo Zhi: “??!!”
Fu Jingyan was already half-asleep when the soft and delicate Little Mermaid suddenly crashed into his arms.
He simply stretched out an arm, pulled her in, and held her tightly against him, continuing to sleep.
Bo Zhi: “…”
She struggled a couple of times. “Why are you sleeping in my bed?”
Fu Jingyan lazily replied with his eyes closed, “I don’t want to sleep on the sofa.”
He pressed down the Little Mermaid who was squirming restlessly in his arms, his light breath brushing against her ear.
Bo Zhi’s ears tingled, and she instinctively shrank her neck, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
The man, drowsy and lazy, said, “Stop fussing. Whatever it is, we’ll talk after we wake up.”
With that, Fu Jingyan fell silent.
Bo Zhi naturally didn’t want to sleep with him, but when she thought about the sofa in the living room and the uncleaned spare bedroom… Oh well, it wasn’t like she hadn’t slept with him before.
Bo Zhi let out a soft yawn, buried her head against the man’s chest, and carelessly drifted off to sleep.
Fu Jingyan: “…”
In the hazy night, he slowly opened his sharp, cool eyes.
He could clearly feel the soft, gentle breaths against his neck, tickling him like little feathers.
He let out an almost imperceptible sigh and closed his eyes again.
…
The next day.
When Bo Zhi opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the man’s slender, cool neck.
His prominent Adam’s apple was silently seductive, his collar slightly disheveled and open, and on his delicate, jade-white collarbone was a faint red mark.
It looked both flirtatious and ambiguous.
“Like what you see?”
A lazy, relaxed tone sounded from above her head.
“…”
Fu Jingyan glanced down at her with tired eyes, his long finger casually pointing to the red mark.
“Your masterpiece. I always have to explain it.”
Bo Zhi suddenly felt a bit guilty. “…”
As a top-tier legendary artist, the mark on Fu Jingyan’s collarbone had long been scrutinized.
His millions of girlfriend fans had almost thought he was in a scandal.
After all, the mark looked so much like… a hickey.
Fu Jingyan’s team had to repeatedly explain through his studio, “It’s not a hickey, it’s a scar, a scar!”
“It was left by Yan Shen’s neighbor’s little sister when she poked him with a sparkler as a child. It’s a scar!”
Netizens: “…”
They truly hadn’t expected that explanation.
Still, the scar was perfectly placed. The man had a cold, aloof personality, like snow on a high mountain, yet his appearance was devilishly exquisite. The mark on his collarbone added a touch of seductive allure.
Combined, he was simply the ultimate heartthrob.
Bo Zhi belatedly realized she had been staring at his collarbone for a while and snapped back to reality, pushing him away.
Keeping a safe distance, she said, “I reluctantly let you sleep here for one night. It’s time for you to leave today.”
Fu Jingyan was almost angered to death by this ungrateful little thing.
Last night, she had kept snuggling into his arms because she felt cold, but now that she was awake, she was treating him like trash.
He said nonchalantly, “No need to be reluctant.”
Bo Zhi was about to nod when she heard him add, “I’ll be living here from now on.”
Bo Zhi: “??”
She sounded as if she had heard a joke. “You, living in my apartment?”
Fu Jingyan hummed in agreement and asked in return, “Is that not allowed?”
The legendary top-tier star still had to please his little fiancée.
The 18th-tier actress Bo Zhi proudly rejected her top-tier fiancé. “Of course not—”
“I’ll pay the rent,” Fu Jingyan said.
Bo Zhi, who couldn’t even afford a hotpot meal, hesitated for two seconds. “Fine.”
Fu Jingyan raised an eyebrow. “Short on money?”
Bo Zhi sneered, “I’m not!”
How could a strong-willed Chinese woman ever be short on money!
While Fu Jingyan went to freshen up, Bo Zhi grabbed her phone and called her agent.
“Yanzi, hurry and get me some gigs—this fairy is about to run out of rice…”