Shen Yanhe suddenly opened her eyes and propped up her upper body to look at him, "Who?"
Fu Yanhe turned his head, tilted her upwards a bit, and said in a calm voice, "Hold tight."
Carrying her on his back, he continued to walk forward, speaking evenly, "My father, Fu Weizhi."
"And my uncle who estranged himself from the Fu Family in the early years to make his own way in the entertainnt industry."
"But I’ve never t my uncle. It’s said that after he cut ties with the Fu Family, he changed his na. I’ll help you investigate when we get back."
Shen Yanhe wrapped her arms around Fu Yanhe’s neck, nuzzling his neck like a kitten, "Thank you, you’re the best."
"I’m good, yet you doubted just now?" Fu Yanhe chuckled softly.
Shen Yanhe giggled mischievously, nuzzling against him once more, "Sorry."
Fu Yanhe laughed softly in a low voice and continued walking forward with her on his back.
Upon reaching the hotel, Fu Yanhe set Shen Yanhe down on the sofa only to find that she had already fallen asleep on his back.
He leaned in and slled the scent of tobacco and alcohol that had clung to her at the bar, sighed helplessly, and then gently pinched her cheek, "Little dirty cat, get up and take a bath first."
She had left the house clean and neat, yet after handling matters, she ca back reeking of smoke and alcohol, with her clothes stained with quite a bit of dust, and even blood traces.
She would be uncomfortable sleeping in such a dirty state.
Shen Yanhe struggled to lift her eyelids, then dropped them heavily, muttering, "I don’t want to move, you help bathe."
Fu Yanhe’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he responded unhurriedly, "Okay."
He took off his jacket and went into the bathroom to get the water ready.
Then he carefully started to peel off the dirty clothes from Shen Yanhe’s body.
Bending down, Fu Yanhe picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, placing her in the bathtub filled with warm water.
The woman in the bathtub had long and fair legs, a body with graceful curves, and her delicate, soft, white face turned slightly reddish from the warmth of the water, exuding a seductive and tender charm all over.
Fu Yanhe’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes growing darker.
He wet the bath pouf, squeezed so shower gel onto it, helped Shen Yanhe sit up a little, took the foaming bath pouf in his hands, and gently began to scrub her body.
The skin beneath his palms was smooth as silk, irresistible to the touch.
Fu Yanhe’s body temperature rose increasingly, the palm resting on Shen Yanhe’s waist grew uncomfortably hot, and his breathing beca noticeably heavier.
He closed his eyes for a mont to suppress the tumbling heat inside him and quickly scrubbed Shen Yanhe clean.
As he was wiping her face, he had just removed the towel when he found that Shen Yanhe had opened her eyes at so point.
Her eyes shimred lightly, she arched an eyebrow at him, and her slightly damp fingertips lightly traced over his wet chest, her gaze sultry and breath fragrant, "Want it?"
She had never been fully asleep; she woke up when Fu Yanhe had put her in the bathtub.
She didn’t feel like moving, and she wanted to see how far Fu Yanhe would go.
She had thought that Fu Yanhe would not be able to control himself, but to her surprise, he had indeed washed her body very properly.
Shen Yanhe couldn’t hold back anymore.
Fu Yanhe’s gaze was extrely deep, and his voice beca a bit hoarse as he spoke, "You weren’t sleeping?"
"I fell asleep, then I woke up," Shen Yanhe sat in the bathtub, beckoned to him with her hand, "Co and try?"
His self-control was already weak in front of her, and now that she was without a stitch of clothing, she was a deadly temptation to him.
Fu Yanhe’s breathing grew heavier, his fingers, defined and slender, unhurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, soaked with a trace of moisture.
The man looked down at her, slowly curving his lips into a smile, "It was you who provoked , so later, don’t beg for rcy."
Even if she begged for rcy, he wouldn’t let her go.
...
The water in the bathtub must have been changed countless tis, spilling over again and again, leaving the entire floor soaked.
When the storm of passion abated, Shen Yanhe lay exhausted on Fu Yanhe’s body.
Fu Yanhe washed both her and himself once more with warm water before he, with a look of contentnt, wrapped her in a bath towel, carried her out of the bathroom, and placed her on the bed.
The mont she touched the bed, Shen Yanhe rolled to one side, clutched the thin quilt, and deeply fell asleep.
Her cheeks were pink, the corners of her eyes still held a touch of crimson, her long and curved eyelashes slightly lowered, her lips red and slightly swollen, yet she slept very peacefully.
Fu Yanhe pulled back the blanket and lay down beside her, gently kissing her lips, "Good night, my lady."
A dreamless night.
Shen Yanhe opened her eyes and sat on the bed in a daze, holding the thin quilt.
Fu Yanhe pushed the door open and ca in, smoothed her tuft of hair that was sticking up, bent down, and gently kissed her forehead, "I’ve prepared breakfast, get up and eat."
Shen Yanhe gave a soft grunt, rubbed her eyes, got out of bed barefoot, and stepped on the cold floor.
Fu Yanhe sighed softly, caught up with her, and reached out to pinch her waist, lifting her up and putting her back on the bed.
Shen Yanhe: "?"
He took her slippers from under the bed, placed them by the bedside, "Put on your shoes."
Shen Yanhe blinked, her muddled head clearing a bit, gave a grunt, obediently put on her shoes, and quickly went to wash up.
After eating breakfast together, they set off for the Lu Family.
At that mont, at the Lu Family.
"Get out! All of you, out! Don’t touch !" A delicate-looking boy, about six years old with features sowhat resembling Lu Yubai’s, was red-faced and his eyes were threaded with bloodshot veins, roaring and smashing everything he could grab to the floor.
"Out, I said!!"
Fan Yajing and several nannies stood as if facing a formidable enemy.
Fan Yajing tried to calmly soothe him, "Lu Jing, please calm down. Once you take your dicine, you won’t feel so bad, okay?"
The little boy Lu Jing glared at her fiercely and flung a cup in her direction, "I told you to get out! Can’t you understand human words?"
The cup shattered on the floor, the pieces scattering, and one shard flew past Fan Yajing’s ankle, startling her into a scream.
The bodyguards lurking outside loaded the tranquilizer gun and fired a shot at the frenzied and howling Lu Jing.
The dart hit Lu Jing’s thigh with precision, and his eyes rolled back as he collapsed limply to the floor.
The nanny at the door breathed a sigh of relief, hurried over to pick up Lu Jing, and placed him on the bed.
A nanny said to Fan Yajing, "Miss Fan, your ankle got grazed, you should go down and get it treated first."
Fan Yajing’s hand that hung by her side clenched into a fist. She glanced at Lu Jing, who was now unconscious from the tranquilizer, and then turned to go downstairs.
Lu Yubai, who was sitting on the couch, saw her coming down and stood up, his voice low as he asked, "How is Jing’er doing?"
Fan Yajing was a doctor he had hired earlier to treat Lu Jing. The initial treatnt had been quite effective for Lu Jing.
But lately, it was becoming less effective.
Each ti after she treated him, Lu Jing’s next outbreak would be even more violent.
"There’s no need to worry, Mr. Lu, Lu Jing has cald down," Fan Yajing’s gaze was gentle as she looked at Lu Yubai, smiling, "I’ve already arranged for the nannies to give Lu Jing his dication."
"However, his symptoms seem to have worsened this ti. I suspect there may be so ntal complications," Fan Yajing sighed with a hesitant look, "I’m not a specialist in that area, so if possible, I suggest Mr. Lu consult a specialist in that field."
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