After returning from the airport, He Sheng did not dare to act recklessly again. She had a strong premonition that if she continued forcing physical closeness, Fu Hanye might actually do something indescribable.
Once a person became lazy, procrastination would follow.
No matter how the system reminded her, He Sheng turned a deaf ear and spent two whole days doing nothing.
That night, wrapped in a small blanket on the balcony, He Sheng still did not see Fu Hanye return home.
She yawned, feeling a bit conflicted about whether to go look for him.
【Of course you have to go! If you don’t, your life will be gone!】
He Sheng stepped into the room in her soft rabbit slippers, showing no intention of changing clothes to go out.
“No rush. If he hasn’t come back by seven in the morning, I’ll go find him.”
The system was speechless.
Was she really going to wait until the moment between life and death before taking action?
This host was truly difficult to manage.
The next morning, He Sheng woke up early. After washing up and eating breakfast, she wrote a note to ask Uncle Zhou whether Fu Hanye had returned.
“Young Master hasn’t come back.”
He Sheng: Let’s go find him.
Uncle Zhou: ?
“Miss He Sheng, you want to find Young Master?”
He Sheng nodded.
If she did not find him soon, she would be game over.
Uncle Zhou arranged a car and drove to the address He Sheng provided.
Fu Jingnian had long reserved a presidential suite at Jing City Holiday Hotel, used either for entertaining clients or for personal use. Since Fu Hanye had drunk too much the previous night and did not feel like going home, he had stayed there.
Uncle Zhou had a key card to the suite and could open the door directly.
He Sheng found Fu Hanye fast asleep in the master bedroom. She sat at the edge of the bed and held his hand.
【Closeness successful. Life span increased by 2 minutes!】
Hearing the notification in her mind, He Sheng felt somewhat surprised.
“Why only 2 minutes? That’s too little.”
【Host, haven’t you noticed that different forms of closeness increase different amounts of time?】
He Sheng had noticed this, but two minutes was pitifully little.
【Host, why not try kissing Fu Hanye? It will definitely be a pleasant surprise!】
The system coaxed her slyly. He Sheng could practically imagine it rubbing its hands together eagerly.
“No way. I’m a person with principles!”
He Sheng rejected the idea without hesitation. Hugging Fu Hanye was already pushing her limits. She would rather recharge her life more slowly than do something so shameless.
Uncle Zhou waited outside for a long time, but neither He Sheng nor the Young Master came out. Unable to resist, he peeked inside.
The girl sat sideways by the bed, her soft pale hand resting over the man’s. She lowered her head slightly, strands of hair falling along her cheeks, as if carefully studying the person on the bed.
Uncle Zhou truly could not understand. Could it be that because the Young Master had saved He Sheng from the pool a few days ago, she had developed some special feelings for him?
Ah… that actually seemed plausible.
Uncle Zhou shook his head regretfully. It was a pity—her feelings were likely to be in vain. The Young Master was so unruly; how could he have the patience for such tender affection?
Taking a step back, even if the Young Master did fall for her, President Fu would never agree.
As an old member of the Fu Family, Uncle Zhou understood Fu Jingnian’s character too well.
Out of friendship, he could take care of He Sheng, but he would never allow her to become his daughter-in-law.
Fu Hanye’s wife had already been chosen. When the time was right, it would be announced.
Feeling sorry for He Sheng and recalling her tragic background, Uncle Zhou quietly closed the door and waited outside.
Let the young girl be happy for a few more days… sigh.
He Sheng had no idea what Uncle Zhou was thinking. Instead, she was pondering how to take advantage of Fu Hanye’s sleep to gain as much life value as possible.
If she made too much movement, she might wake him. But simply holding hands gave too little.
After lying on his side for a long time, Fu Hanye wanted to change position. As his body turned, his arm moved along with it, unconsciously tightening around the softness in his palm.
Caught off guard, He Sheng was pulled forward and fell onto his chest, her nose bumping painfully.
Fu Hanye felt something fall onto him. Soft strands of hair brushed across his face, and a familiar fragrance drifted into his nose.
He forced his eyes open, just in time to see He Sheng carefully trying to climb off him.
Through the thin ribbon, their eyes met.
The girl’s startled, deer-like eyes were moist. In the dim light, only half her face was faintly illuminated, dreamlike and unreal.
Fu Hanye raised his other hand and hooked a finger under her chin, his fingertips gently stroking her delicate skin.
He suddenly recalled that peaceful, satisfying sleep from that afternoon—the best he had slept since his mother’s death.
He Sheng could not see his expression clearly. She only felt the fingers holding her chin were unexpectedly gentle.
She froze for a moment, finding it unbelievable. Could a word like “gentle” even be associated with Fu Hanye?
At that moment, Fu Hanye’s hands moved down to grip her waist. With a slight force, he dragged her onto the bed.
The world spun. By the time He Sheng reacted, she was already confined within his embrace. Aside from the man’s scorching body heat, there was also the continuously increasing life value flowing into her.
In just a short while, He Sheng wanted to escape.
This time was different from before. Fu Hanye treated her like a doll, using both hands and feet to create a cramped cage of movement, making her uncomfortable.
“Don’t move.” The half-awake man’s voice was hoarse, like it had been sanded down, sending a tingling sensation through her ears. “Or I’ll eat you.”
He Sheng had already sensed danger. Upon hearing this, she immediately lay still like a corpse.
Forget it—better not provoke a half-conscious madman.
The small figure in his arms quieted down, and Fu Hanye was extremely satisfied. He tightened his arms even more and fell back into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, it was already past noon. After a full rest, Fu Hanye was in a bright mood. The way he looked at the girl in his arms unconsciously carried a trace of warmth.
He Sheng woke up almost at the same time. The moment she felt him loosen his grip, she immediately sat up, felt her way off the bed, then, after a moment of indignation, grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
Fu Hanye blocked it with one hand, raising his brow slightly. “Didn’t you deliver yourself to my door?”
He Sheng pouted, silently accusing him of his behavior.
How could those be the same?
She had been forced, while he acted entirely on his own will.
Fuming, He Sheng felt her way to the door and quickly tidied her hair and clothes.
Though doing so did not mean much—Uncle Zhou had been waiting outside for hours. It would be hard for anyone not to imagine things.
It was fine, it was fine.
Once she accumulated enough life, she would go somewhere no one knew her and start a new life. She would never have anything to do with these people again, and these awkward misunderstandings would cease to exist.
Seeing her come out alone, Uncle Zhou glanced behind her. “Miss He Sheng, Young Master hasn’t gotten up yet?”
He Sheng did not know how to explain. Uncle Zhou quickly handed her paper and pen, and she swiftly wrote two words: Go home.
At that moment, she did not want to see Fu Hanye.
He was so annoying!