Wanqing had never seen Su Sili act so manly before today. But after all, he had hit Fu Si Yu—and she had witnessed firsthand just how twisted Fu Si Yu could be. Wasn’t he afraid Fu Si Yu would come after him later?
Su Sili kept her shielded behind him. “The car’s behind us. Get out of here.”
“Don’t worry, this isn’t his turf. And who knows, there might be paparazzi hiding somewhere—he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me.”
Wanqing asked, “What about you? Aren’t you afraid of being photographed?”
Su Sili shrugged, looking utterly unbothered.
“Why should I be afraid? I don’t have a publicly traded company.”
That was true.
The Anxin Society had only gone legitimate a few years ago. If someone caught Fu Si Yu beating up an ordinary citizen in broad daylight, his company’s stock price would surely plummet tomorrow.
Knowing Fu Si Yu as she did, he would never take such a risk.
Wanqing glanced down at the bloodstain on her sleeve and suddenly felt much better. She turned to Su Sili and gave him a light punch on the shoulder.
“Thanks, Xiao Susu!”
Fu Si Yu curled his index finger and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
“The third young master of the Su family?”
Su Sili, who usually carried himself with a carefree air, showed no surprise at having his identity exposed.
“You work fast. Already dug into me, huh?”
“What do you want, sticking by Xiao Wan’s side for so long?”
“Why should I tell you what I want? You should worry about yourself. Losing in love is one thing, but losing in business too? Longque has handed over plenty of evidence of your crimes. I heard your club has been ordered to suspend operations for rectification?”
Su Sili clicked his tongue. “That sleazy, smoke-filled den of vice should be shut down for good.”
The atmosphere grew strangely tense.
Fu Si Yu had indeed suffered quite a few setbacks recently.
The Anxin Society had been deliberately targeted and harassed, with many of its bodyguards and subordinates injured. Even some of Fu Corporation’s top clients had been poached by Zhuo Jue, directly costing the company tens of millions in cash flow. He was already seething with anger.
“Young Master Su, watch your tone.”
The first thing Wanqing did after getting back in the car was rinse her mouth with mineral water.
She hadn’t been sitting there long before Su Sili climbed in after her, humming a tune as if in a good mood—making her earlier worries seem unnecessary.
“My dear ancestor, my esteemed lady, where are we heading now?”
“Back to Star Sea Cloud Court.”
But as soon as she started the engine, a wave of nausea hit her, churning her stomach.
“Pull over… I feel like throwing up.”
The sudden change alarmed Su Sili, who slammed on the brakes. “What’s wrong? Poisoned?”
Wanqing curled up in her seat, her face pale, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.
“My stomach hurts. Probably because I took medicine on an empty stomach this morning and didn’t eat anything tonight.”
Stomach pain was an old issue for her. In the entertainment industry, almost everyone had some kind of stomach problem.
Su Sili was concerned. “Why did you take medicine if you’re fine?”
She pursed her lips, suddenly angry, and despite the stomach pain, she couldn’t help cursing the one responsible.
“You think I wanted to? It’s all because of that bastard Qi Yan!”
“Oh~” Su Sili understood.
“Still got the energy to curse someone—doesn’t seem that painful.”
But as her devoted fan, no matter what she said, he would wholeheartedly agree and even join in cursing along with her.
“Damn it, these evil capitalists are so irresponsible, only caring about their own pleasure and not giving a damn about others. What’s the use of being handsome and rich? He’s still just an old man, serves him right for being single for 28 years!”
As he cursed, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself.
He wondered if the person he was cursing was sneezing uncontrollably.
He suppressed the smile in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll drive ahead to buy you something to eat. Wait here for me, and don’t run off anywhere.”
Before leaving, he specifically turned back to remind her, “Don’t run off, and definitely don’t get into any other man’s car!”
The film studio was located in the suburbs of the capital, a place ordinary people wouldn’t casually visit. Wanqing simply put on a black mask and got out of the car.
She closed her eyes and leaned against a sycamore tree by the roadside.
Under the moonlight, the beauty exuded a fragile, ethereal aura, like a cold fairy who had accidentally fallen to the mortal world, standing alone and detached from the world.
A sports car sped past her.
A moment later, the sports car slowly reversed and stopped beside her.
The window rolled down, and a rich second-generation heir wearing sunglasses whistled at her.
“Well, well, well! I thought it was some beauty! Isn’t this our ‘flower of wealth and beauty,’ Miss Wanqing? What, after being dumped by that Fu guy, you can’t even afford a driver? Does a big star like you have to walk home after work?”
The rich second-generation heir got out of the car, took off his sunglasses, and let his lecherous gaze wander over her exquisite curves.
He thought to himself that her figure would be absolutely intoxicating and irresistible—no man could withstand it. No wonder Fu Si Yu used to treasure her like a gem.
Before, he had only held back because of Fu Si Yu’s influence. Now that she had lost her backing, getting her into his hands would be a piece of cake!
He had even imagined the positions they’d try in bed!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, slapping the hood of his sports car loudly.
“See this? A Ferrari SF90, limited edition! Spend one night with me, and this car is yours!”
Half of Wanqing’s face was hidden behind her mask, only her slightly curved eyes visible, her smile ambiguous.
Damn, she hated pretentious people the most.
Wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night—who are you trying to impress, ghosts?
She beckoned him with a finger.
“Come here.”
Thinking he had a chance, the rich second-generation heir eagerly leaned in.
He tried to reach out and grope her slender waist, but Wanqing dodged gracefully.
“Do you have 5 billion?”
The rich second-generation heir missed his chance, his face filled with displeasure.
These nouveau riche types were worth at most a billion, nothing compared to the real elite families.
They usually didn’t dare to make a peep, but as soon as they heard she had fallen out of favor, they started jumping around, sending her one lewd message after another—utterly disgusting.
Her stomach was aching terribly, and this scumbag was buzzing around her like a fly.
The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became. She lifted her foot and kicked him hard between the legs.
“You don’t even have 5 billion and you want to hit on me? Who do you think you are?”
“Fuck you!” The rich second-generation heir’s face turned pale as he clutched his crotch, rolling on the ground in pain.
“You fucking dare hit me? Even my dad has never hit me!”
Wanqing took off her mask, a smirk curling at the corner of her lips.
“Why wouldn’t I dare hit you? Do I need to pick a special day to do it?”
“You fucking bitch! I gave you face, and you threw it away. You’re dead! Do you know who my dad is?”
“Brother’s laying it out straight today. You’d better come with me nicely and serve me and my buddies well, otherwise I’ve got a hundred ways to make sure you can’t stay in the capital!”
The rich second-generation heir, his pride wounded, was dead set on getting revenge on her.
Just then, the sound of brakes came from behind.
A low-key yet luxurious black Rolls-Royce pulled over by the roadside.
Its domineering, consecutive license plate number—the only one of its kind in the entire capital.
Four tall, burly bodyguards rushed down from the SUV following behind, pinning the rich second-generation heir to the side.
“Fuck, who the hell are you—”
The second half of the heir’s curse got stuck in his throat.
Immediately after, the driver opened the door of the Rolls-Royce.
A refined and elegant man stepped out slowly and approached Wanqing.
With slender fingers, he lifted her chin, examining her face under the headlights to see if any slap marks remained.
“Getting bullied right under my nose—you’re really embarrassing me.”