CHAPTER 394: CHAPTER 222 INTENTIONAL

Considering Fu Siyu might be an old fogy who couldn’t understand his sarcasm, Fu Yang went out of his way to explain, "Others have a foot on two boats and that’s already impressive, but you, chaining up a whole fleet of ships, that’s right, that just fits Mr. Fu’s status."

Seeing Fu Yang’s increasingly outrageous comments, Fu Siyu gave him a cold glance, and finally, Fu Yang shut up but still very resentfully pursed his lips.

Tsk, daring to do it but can’t stand being talked about, men.

"I didn’t let anyone else wear my clothes," Fu Siyu said, his expression slightly solemn, "I’ll have someone look into it."

"My car?"

Having completed his own mission, Fu Yang couldn’t be bothered to meddle in the matters between Fu Siyu and Shu Wan.

"You’ll get a car to buy, you can go back now. Don’t play games tonight, weekends can be an exception, don’t stay up past ten on weekdays. You overdid it last night."

"Don’t boss me around, worry about yourself instead. Don’t end up a bachelor again."

Fu Yang said this while backing out of the door and made his exit before Fu Siyu’s penetrating gaze could strike.

After closing the door and cutting off Fu Siyu’s view, Fu Yang walked away, gleefully imagining the disaster.

Yet after only a couple of steps, Fu Yang stopped. How did Fu Siyu know he played late into the night?

Ever since Fu Yang reached the Peak War God rank, all his classmates wanted to team up with him daily for bragging rights.

At first, Fu Yang was happy to play along, but the skill gap between them and Fu Yang was huge. Playing with them, Fu Yang’s scores were dropping.

So, later on, Fu Yang would just go invisible online, not giving classmates the chance to join his team. Naturally, he was invisible last night, too. How did Fu Siyu find out?

However, not everyone was ignorant of his online presence. Shu Wan was busy with work and slept early most nights, hardly ever logging on.

Usually, Fu Yang would play with that "F."

This "F" was a friend brought in by Shu Wan half a year ago. The player had high game proficiency, and though they rarely chatted, they had good synergy. Whenever Fu Yang saw "F" online, he would invite them to play.

Last night, Fu Yang had played with him.

Could it be that "F" betrayed him? Fu Yang thought. Considering Fu Siyu’s sly nature, it wasn’t impossible for him to bribe a gaming partner.

No good, he had to find a chance to test it out.

Fu Yang pondered the possibility of a spy among his own circle, while back in the study, Fu Siyu was contemplating where things had gone wrong.

Qin Lv hadn’t replied to his message yet, and Fu Siyu felt restless, wanting to go explain things to Shu Wan. But according to Shu Wan’s habits, she was likely already asleep by now, and it wouldn’t be right to wake her.

Fu Siyu thought it over and decided to wait until the next day to talk to Shu Wan.

However, the next day, Fu Siyu awoke early, only to find that Shu Wan had gotten up even earlier and had already left the estate.

The usually composed Fu Siyu felt a real flicker of panic and he hurried downstairs, "Where’s Shu Wan?"

"The Young Madam said she had an appointment to shoot the early morning scenery, wanted to catch the sunrise, so she left very early."

Fu Siyu’s heart settled slightly, "I see."

In winter, Imperial City was cold. Even though today was sunny with great weather, the snow on the ground hadn’t melted away.

Thus, a beautiful scene was formed, with a clear, cerulean sky contrasting against the endless white snow.

Shu Wan and Liu Qing took quite a few photos together in Wansong Garden. Guessing it was time to head to work, they then hurried to the set.

But just as they were leaving the gate of Wansong Garden, they encountered a group of people.

"Fang Yuan, why are you still wearing that men’s suit? Who gave it to you that you cherish it so much?"

"It was given by Fu Siyu, right? I saw him wearing that very suit yesterday at Qing University. No wonder you managed to get on the cover of last issue. Tell us, is it related to Mr. Fu?"

Fang Yuan was a journalist, but at this moment, she had become the interviewee.

Having stood at the entrance of Qing University for so long yesterday, she had already become the focus of various gossip magazines, and today she was out again wearing that suit, directly stopped by fellow journalists on the road.

Facing everyone’s questions, Fang Yuan didn’t reply directly but instead smiled inscrutably. Then she straightened the suit on her body, "My boyfriend gave it to me. He has a somewhat special status, so there’s no need for everyone to overthink."

Having said this, Fang Yuan nodded politely to the crowd and then walked straight ahead towards the direction where Shu Wan stood.

Fang Yuan was petite, and the oversized suit made her look even more delicate and charming.

A gust of cold wind brought a scent along with it.

Shu Wan glanced at Fang Yuan involuntarily, and at that moment, Fang Yuan was also looking at her.

As Fang Yuan’s eyes swept over Shu Wan’s nearly perfect features, a hint of sourness rose in her heart, quickly withdrawn as she passed by Shu Wan.

When Fang Yuan’s figure disappeared from view, Liu Qing spoke up, "Seeing the loving husband image that Fu Siyu shows on the short video platform, I thought he was one of the rare good men, but it seems he’s just the same—look at how arrogant Fang Yuan is, being a mistress today is so brazen."

Shu Wan’s eyes flickered slightly, "The clothes she’s wearing aren’t Fu Siyu’s."

"Ah? How do you know?"

Before Shu Wan could reply, Liu Qing realized that Shu Wan was a student at Qing University and must have also participated in the lecture, "So she intentionally misled people? Damn, such scheming. Fu Siyu probably won’t bother to argue with such a woman, but she can still benefit from using Fu Siyu’s name to gain a lot of invisible resources."

"Forget about her, the entire crew is probably all here by now."

"Oh right, let’s hurry."

There’s a saying that even a newly ringed toilet smells fresh for three days; having switched to a new Film and Television City, everyone was more energized to shoot than before, and the filming progressed much more efficiently.

Everyone was eager to shoot, and Liu Qing’s inspiration kept springing forth one after another, so they ran about half an hour over schedule by noon.

Finally, when Liu Qing called it a day, everyone scattered, heading off to the cafeteria to find food.

Shu Wan, however, went alone to the small villa at the northwest corner of the Film and Television City.

In the garden, there was a row of deep footprints, clearly indicating that Fu Siyu had been here.

Shu Wan walked in and after a few steps, the living room door opened, and then Fu Siyu emerged.

He was in a hurry, not even wearing a coat, just a suit, and seemed completely oblivious to it.

"Shu Wan, there is something I need to explain to you," Fu Siyu strode toward her, "I didn’t give my clothes to anyone. That female reporter was staging it herself."

"I know." Shu Wan’s gaze swept over Fu Siyu’s slippers and the thin suit he wore, somewhat helpless, "Aren’t you cold? Coming out like this."

Upon her comment, Fu Siyu only then came back to his senses.

Even with his strong constitution, standing in the sub-zero temperatures, once the cold wind blew, he couldn’t avoid shivering.

"Let’s go inside first."

Shu Wan said as she walked inside, and Fu Siyu followed her. However, at this moment, he wasn’t so concerned about being cold; he was carefully observing Shu Wan’s expression, wanting to know whether she believed him.

The living room was full of spring warmth; Shu Wan unbuttoned her coat, and Fu Siyu promptly helped her take it off, then removed her scarf, "You’re not angry anymore, right?"

"I—"

Shu Wan instinctively wanted to say she wasn’t angry, but she wasn’t someone who said one thing but meant another. Indeed, she had been in a bad mood yesterday, so the rest of the words stuck in her throat.

"Yesterday, someone spilled coffee on my clothes, so I changed into another shirt. That reporter’s shirt wasn’t mine; it was custom-made by her."

"I know."

Shu Wan turned her head to look at Fu Siyu, "I’m not angry now."

"Good, then I’m relieved."

Fu Siyu sighed in relief and seeing Shu Wan sit down, he went over to pour her a glass of water.

However, as he was handing her the glass, Fu Siyu paused for a moment, his eyes brightening slightly, "You just said you’re not angry now."

"What about it?" Shu Wan asked, puzzled.

"Does that mean you were really angry yesterday?" There was a clear smile in Fu Siyu’s eyes, like the first thaw of spring.

Shu Wan instinctively avoided Fu Siyu’s bright gaze that was almost scorching. Accepting the glass, she said, "I’m hungry, I want to eat."

After talking, Shu Wan drank several sips of water to mask her emotions, but even after she finished the water and put down the glass, Fu Siyu was still looking at her with a smile brimming in his eyes.

Trails of red spread from Shu Wan’s neck upwards, like rosy clouds being layered and saturated by sunlight, until her entire face turned rosy.

"What are you looking at?" Shu Wan spoke but dared not meet Fu Siyu’s gaze.

She stood up and walked towards the dining table, but since she wasn’t watching her step, she failed to notice a corner of the rug folded up.

She stepped on it, tripped by the turned-up rug, and her body tilted, ready to fall towards the table’s edge.

Fortunately, Shu Wan’s reflexes were quick, and she braced herself on the table, allowing her body’s center of gravity to return to normal.

Just as she was about to stand up, her arm was gently touched. Although it was very light, it changed her balance and she could no longer maintain it.

The next second, a pair of arms encircled her waist, and the familiar scent of sandalwood enveloped her; it was Fu Siyu who had caught her.

The force that had touched her arm just now was clearly caused by Fu Siyu. Shu Wan instinctively struggled a bit, but before she could speak, Fu Siyu’s voice sounded above her, "I did that on purpose just now."

Shu Wan looked up, her eyes widening slightly, her clear pupils as moving as the lakes atop the Tianshan mountains.

Fu Siyu’s lips curved up slightly, with a hint of mischief, "Since my wife wouldn’t give me the chance for a heroic rescue, I had to create one myself."

With the heater in the house cranked up and the warm air billowing, it seemed as if it made the surrounding air sticky. In such a setting, Fu Siyu’s address of ’my wife’ only added fuel to the fire.

Shu Wan’s cheeks were so hot they nearly caught fire, and she pushed against Fu Siyu, "Let me go, I want to eat."

But Fu Siyu didn’t move, his deep gaze fixed on Shu Wan, "Shu Wan, I—"

"Your clothes are so cold." Shu Wan’s eyelashes fluttered, "They’re chilling me."