8 – The Fifth Prince Catching Butterflies for His Wife
When Sang Ran followed Fu Chenyan out, he was walking very fast—even faster than when they had arrived.
Sang Ran simply couldn’t keep up with him, so she gave up altogether and strolled leisurely behind, admiring the scenery around her.
It was the height of summer, and colorful butterflies were perched on the flowers. A butterfly with particularly beautiful markings caught Sang Ran’s attention.
She crept over quietly, waited for the right moment, and pounced with both hands—only to be grabbed the very next second.
“Why did you stop? What are you doing here?”
Sang Ran turned around and met that familiar face. Her pretty features scrunched up like a bitter gourd. “My butterfly!”
Fu Chenyan: “Butterfly?”
“You scared my butterfly away. You have to make it up to me.”
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Fu Chenyan: “…”
“What butterfly?”
“The beautiful one over there. I almost caught it just now, but you had to come over and scare it off.”
The direction Sang Ran pointed was a blue butterfly with black markings—exceptionally beautiful.
Fu Chenyan frowned. “Come back with me.”
“But I want that butterfly. Honey, can you catch it for me?”
Sang Ran looked up, her soft, sweet voice ringing out—especially when she called him “honey,” it was utterly coquettish.
“Don’t act cute.”
His tone remained icy cold.
Sang Ran grabbed Fu Chenyan’s sleeve with both hands and stood rooted to the spot.
Fu Chenyan pried her hands off his sleeve. “Wait here.”
Then, Li Yi watched their decisive, ruthless, cold-blooded Fifth Master catch a butterfly…
He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
It took Fu Chenyan only half a minute to catch that beautiful blue butterfly. He handed it to Sang Ran. “Hold onto it. Can we go now?”
Sang Ran cradled the butterfly in her hands, revealing two lovely dimples. “Yes, thank you, honey.”
Fu Chenyan helped Sang Ran into the car, his slender fingers tucking the stray strands of hair from her forehead behind her ear. “You go back first. I’ll stop by the company and come home tonight.”
“Okay.”
Sang Ran nodded perfunctorily, not even glancing at Fu Chenyan, her eyes fixed on the butterfly in her hands as she poked its head with one finger.
Fu Chenyan: “…”
He wasn’t even as attractive as a butterfly?!
“Bang!” The car door slammed shut, the sound loud enough to make Sang Ran flinch. Through the car window, she watched Fu Chenyan get into another vehicle.
There was no ripple of emotion in her eyes. She lowered her head and continued playing with the little butterfly.
“Little butterfly, the bad guy’s finally gone. I’m going home too. Do you want to come home with me?”
Sang Ran’s car didn’t head to Jinyuan—it went to the Sang family villa instead.
#Fifth Master and Miss Sang’s marriage on the rocks!
#Countdown to Fifth Master’s divorce!
They’d even attached a photo: Fu Chenyan and Sang Ran at the old residence today, with a gap of three or four meters between them, no interaction whatsoever the entire time.
[It really is a business marriage. Fifth Master clearly hates this woman—look how far apart they’re standing.]
[How much must Fifth Master hate this woman? He won’t even look at her. Hahaha, poor Miss Sang.]
[Sang Ran, stay away from our Fifth Master!!]
[Don’t panic, ladies—the divorce countdown is already out. Within a month at most, Fifth Master will be single again.]
[A month is way too long. I bet 10 days—Fifth Master definitely can’t stand this woman. He’ll dump her within 10 days at most.]
[No, no, 10 days is still too long. Three days at most.]
The comments below grew more and more outrageous, as if everyone was just waiting for news of their divorce.
Sang Ran, of course, knew nothing about this. By now she was already home, lying on the soft sofa playing games.
“Sweetheart, Daddy just cut you some fresh fruit.”
Sang Lin was feeding his precious daughter. He wore a smoke-gray custom-tailored suit, with sharp, handsome features and not a single wrinkle on his face—he looked only about thirty-something.
Sang Ran popped a piece of cantaloupe into her mouth, chewed it lightly, and continued playing her game.
“Daddy, where’s Second Brother?”
“Your Second Brother? He’s off filming some variety show again. He loves messing around with that stuff, never comes home.”
“Is it fun? I want to go play too. I don’t have any piano performances coming up…”
As she spoke, Sang Ran tapped her phone screen and saw the trending searches. She skimmed through the comments, and that mist appeared in her eyes again, tears about to spill over.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Sang Lin stopped what he was doing and asked anxiously.
Sang Ran wiped her tears with a pitiful look. “Daddy, am I really stupid? They say I’m stupid, and they say Fu Chenyan and I will divorce within three days because he’s disgusted by me.”
“What!”
Sang Lin immediately flew into a rage and personally jumped into the fray to argue with the netizens.
[What lousy eyesight you people have! My daughter marrying that brat is a downgrade for her!]
[Pah! If anyone’s getting divorced, it’s my daughter dumping him!]
[You’re all blind. Fu Chenyan marrying my daughter is like smoke rising from his ancestors’ graves—he’s the lucky one!]
Sang Lin simply couldn’t stop, firing off dozens of messages in a row.
Yangxun Tower.
Fu Chenyan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his fingers lightly tapping the tabletop, his gaze looking down at everyone present with an air of superiority. His pupils were pitch black and icy cold, and none of the senior executives dared to meet his eyes.
“Continue. Stumbling through your presentation—do you not want this job anymore?”
His voice was cold and deep, striking heavily against the hearts of everyone in the room.
The crowd only felt a chill running down their spines. Their CEO was angry again—no, rather, their CEO was cold like this every single day.
Cold enough to pierce the bone, making one feel as if a single word spoken to him could freeze them solid.
“Yes.”
That executive continued his report, not daring to look at Fu Chenyan even once throughout, his entire demeanor growing even more tense.
Fu Chenyan furrowed his brow. “Stop here. Organize the proposal, familiarize yourself with every step of the process, and then report to me again. I don’t want to see this a second time. Meeting adjourned.”
The conference room fell into dead silence. No one dared to speak.
Only after Fu Chenyan left the conference room did the crowd let out a heavy sigh of relief. Every meeting felt like it cost them half their lives.
Cold… cold enough to pierce the bone.
They had no idea what kind of person could ever withstand him.
“Fifth Master.”
Fu Chenyan stopped in his tracks. Li Yi stepped forward and reported in a low voice, “Fifth Master, there’s news online. Would you like to take a look?”
Fu Chenyan frowned impatiently. “No need.”
“It’s… it’s about the young madam,” Li Yi added.
Fu Chenyan was silent for two seconds, then took the phone from Li Yi’s hand. After reading the trending topic headline clearly, his pitch-black gaze darkened once more.
“Take these down. I want to see results before noon.”
With that, Fu Chenyan placed the phone back in Li Yi’s hand.