The montary unease that flashed through her mind compelled her to speak, even though she understood that for people like them, business trips were inevitable.
Fu Shihan calmly ntioned the na of a nearby city, and with a faint smile, he asked if she’d like to join him, suggesting that it could be a good opportunity to solidify their relationship rumors, which slowly eased the unease in Su Wanxin’s heart.
She straightforwardly refused his suggestion, walked over to the dining table, sat down, and ignored their conversation, eating while checking ssages on her phone.
The few photos from Nangong Qiang completely thrust her into the spotlight, making so online "archaeological teams" busy themselves.
These people dug into Su Wanxin’s past events when she first gained fa a few years ago, scrutinizing each one to find so discrepancy, determined to prove that she and Fu Shihan had always been interacting.
There were words of envy and blessing, and also of ridicule and curse. But to Nangong Qiang, it seed not enough.
re photos were insufficient; he also spun stories.
True and false, real and illusionary, in short, for an entire night, the internet and Hua Country’s business world buzzed with this issue.
In the quiet of the night, Su Wanxin lay by the bedside, with the warm chest of Mr. Fu behind her.
"Were those photos given to the dia by you?" she asked, grabbing his fingers that were gently caressing her waist, puzzled.
The photos spanned the tiline of their years together, and two of them were so old that Su Wanxin almost couldn’t rember when they were taken. She couldn’t figure out why Fu Shihan had them when he clearly hadn’t rembered the past.
"Who else then?"
Su Wanxin was taken aback, turning to et his gaze: "Where did you find such old photos?"
"You didn’t have any?" Fu Shihan raised an eyebrow: "I thought soone like you, who regained mories quickly, would have more in stock."
His words sounded peculiar no matter how she heard them. Su Wanxin slowly furrowed her brows, trying to decipher the true aning of his words.
Fu Shihan stared at her for a mont, then chuckled softly: "Never mind, just teasing. Nangong Qiang’s studio has been collaborating with Fu Shiyi’s side recently; they’ve been in contact."
"No wonder." Su Wanxin nodded thoughtfully, her train of thought suddenly diverted by him.
"When I return this ti, isn’t Mrs. Fu planning to find a place to clear my na?" Fu Shihan asked seriously, changing the topic. "If I rember correctly, our appearances together have never been quite harmonious."
"With things already like this, how else do you want to clear your na?"
He was just short of sticking "Exclusive to Fu Shihan" on her forehead. After today’s episode with Nangong Qiang, neither of them had co out to deny it, which implicitly confird it. Not to ntion Fu Shiyi’s side, which wouldn’t stay quiet.
"Like this."
As soon as the words left his lips, his thin lips were already on hers.
A short and deep kiss, leaving one slightly unsatisfied. Su Wanxin licked the corner of her lips, her cheeks slightly flushed, and breathlessly uttered two words: "Lunatic."
Even just holding hands in public would suffice to indicate everything, but he insisted on this.
"I wonder if there will be dia waiting at the company entrance tomorrow morning; are you still planning to go to the office?"
"No, I’ll drop you off at work, then go straight with Jiang Cheng."
"You clearly told before that it was dangerous lately and advised not to leave the city." Su Wanxin lowered her eyelids in dissatisfaction and pouted. "Forced to cancel so many things, yet now you plan to leave so boldly."
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