Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Tang Xinyan’s heart quivered when she saw Fu Sichen walking toward the living room.
If he found out that Mo Chiwei was here, there would be no way for her to explain herself!
Tang Xinyan bit on her red lips and held her breath. She did not ask Fu Sichen to stop.
Fu Sichen flipped the switch and realized that he could not turn on the lights. He frowned and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Tang Xinyan answered drily, “It blacked out when I was showering,” That one sentence explained what took her so long to open the door.
Fu Sichen still had doubts and he strode toward the bedroom. He opened the door and checked the wardrobe. He did not find anyone inside it and he continued his search by walking toward the study room.
Tang Xinyan’s heart was on the verge of jumping out from her chest.
Her fingers were anxiously curled up into a ball.
Seeing that Fu Sichen’s hand was already on the door knob, Tang Xinyan was about to stop him. Suddenly, a sweet and soft voice sounded, “My dear, quick! Pick up your phone. My dear, quick! Pick up your phone…”
Tang Xinyan realized that it was Fu Sichen’s customized ringtone.
And the voice belonged to Tang Yurou.
Tang Xinyan’s red lips curved into a mirthless smile.
Only Tang Yurou was able to do something as revolting as setting her own customized ringtone.
That was probably the difference between her and Tang Yurou.
Fu Sichen answered the call and placed the phone on his ear. Tang Yurou’s soft voice sounded from the other end of the phone, “Si Chen, I’m dying. It hurts. Boo hoo…”
Fu Sichen turned around and glanced at Tang Xinyan who was staring at him with her apricot eyes. There were no emotions on his stern face. “I’m going back to the hospital right now!”
Fu Sichen ended the call and approached Tang Xinyan. He warned her coldly, “I advise that you apologize to Yurou at the hospital as soon as possible!”
Tang Xinyan clenched her fists tightly but she plastered a lazy smile on her face. “She’s not that big of a deal. She does not deserve my apology!”
Fu Sichen nodded with his fierce outline. “Tang Xinyan, you will regret this!”
Was it a warning or was he threatening her?
The Fu Family was one of the richest families in An Town. If Fu Sichen really wanted to do something to her, she might not have the capability to counter back!
But what could she do, she was a proud woman deep down. The more he forced her, the more reluctant she was!
A split second after Fu Shichen closed the door, the door of the study room opened up. At the same time, the luxurious chandelier lit up the whole living room.
The power supply was turned back on.
Mo Chiwei, who was in his white shirt and black suit pants, was a few steps away from Tang Xinyan. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth and the smoke blurred his facial expression.
Tang Xinyan’s eyes fell onto his neat collar and his chin with perfect curvature. She had an impulsive thought and was about to tell him that if she was able to get a divorce, she would agree to his proposal!
But her consciousness brought her back to her senses.
Mo Chiwei stared at her slightly reddish apricot eyes that hid beneath her long eyelashes. He then said with his gruff voice, “It seems like you can’t let go of him yet.” He flicked the ashes off the cigarette and his handsome face was covered with a layer of frost. “Before you can forget him entirely, my proposal will be invalid.”
After saying so, he strode and left with an air of indifference.
The apartment was instantly filled with pin-drop silence.
Tang Xinyan sat on the couch and wrapped herself with her lean arms. Her heart was empty and she was feeling desolate and lonely.
***
Before Fu Chengye returned from M Nation, Tang Xinyan focused everything on her career and her mother.
She did not return to the Fu Family. He Meijuan gave her a few calls to reprimand her but she was not bothered to pick up.
That man named Mo Chiwei did not show up by her side again ever since that night.