Zhu Yu was still engrossed in the system interface and didn't hear Fu Wang's voice.
Fu Wang sat there, looking at the silent Zhu Yu in front of him.
His eyes were half-closed, and his long eyelashes, which didn't match his sharp features, trembled slightly helplessly.
"I can tell you everything if you want."
"Don't ignore me, little fish."
She spoke in an almost coquettish tone, lowering herself to the lowest level.
Zhu Yu then snapped out of her daze as if waking from a dream.
"Huh, huh?"
Fu Wang remained silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and gently grasped her fingertips.
The palm was warm, but the pressure was restrained to the point of being almost too careful.
"I was wrong."
His voice was low and hoarse, and he spoke slowly, as if he had carefully considered each word on the tip of his tongue.
You can know anything you want to know.
Zhu Yu didn't really understand the situation.
But it's foolish not to take advantage of a good deal.
She readily seized the opportunity and pressed her advantage: "Really, anything is possible?"
Fu Wang nodded. "Anything is fine."
What color are your underwear?
"Um?"
Fu Wang was stunned by this inexplicable question, his cheeks flushed red, and a blush crept up his ears.
He coughed lightly and said somewhat awkwardly, "This...do I really have to ask?"
Zhu Yu chuckled: "You just said you'd do anything, are you going to change your mind?"
Fu Wang pursed his lips, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
Still, I forced myself to say, "Blue."
"Pfft... Hahahahahahahahaha!"
Zhu Yu was surprised that Fu Wang would actually answer so honestly, and was so amused by his fearless attitude that she burst into laughter.
He laughed so hard he almost fell over, completely disregarding his image, as if he had won some great victory.
Seeing her smiling with her eyes crinkling, Fu Wang inexplicably started to smile as well.
He smiled and said, "Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"
Zhu Yu immediately sat up straight, suppressing the smile on her face.
The opening line is a fatal three-question barrage.
"Who called you? What's your relationship with them? Why did they call?"
Fu Wang did not give a perfunctory answer.
He answered carefully, word by word: "A minor actor, someone I met only once, called to discuss a collaboration."
Zhu Yu: "The incredibly busy CEO Fu, what kind of collaboration would he need to discuss with a minor actor he's only met once?"
She knew perfectly well why Su Xiaoxiao was looking for Fu Wang, but she still maliciously wanted to test Fu Wang's attitude.
Fu Wang frowned, somewhat reluctant to speak.
He feared that his wicked thoughts, which he couldn't bear to be seen in the light, would frighten the person in front of him.
He was even more afraid that Zhu Yu would become afraid of him and distance herself from him because of this.
They had been separated for more than ten years, and he could no longer bear the pain of losing her again.
Just thinking about the look of disgust in Zhu Yu's beautiful eyes sent chills down Fu Wang's spine.
However, Zhu Yu was unaware of his profound thoughts.
Zhu Yu only knew that Fu Wang was avoiding her questions.
He promised to tell her everything, but now that she's actually asked, he's unwilling to say anything.
However, Zhu Yu was never one to engage in internal strife.
She said what she really thought.
"Don't try to avoid my questions! You just said you'd tell me everything, but now that I'm asking, you're not answering. If you keep doing this, I'm going to get angry!"
That's ridiculous! You have to tell the other person you're getting angry before you even get angry.
Fu Wang chuckled silently.
He gently squeezed Zhu Yu's fingertips and said softly, "I was just thinking about how to tell you." He paused, then suddenly looked up at her, her image reflected in his dark eyes. "Do you really want to know?"
Do you really want to know his wicked thoughts?
He was both worried and expectant.
I wonder if Zhu Yu will pretend nothing happened after discovering his dark side, accept it gladly, or—distance herself from him.
No matter how she reacts, she can forget about leaving his side.
Zhu Yu nodded without a care in the world: "Tell me already, stop keeping me in suspense."
A smile appeared in Fu Wang's eyes, his emotions so intense they bordered on madness.
He leaned close to her ear, his voice so soft it sounded like a sigh: "I want to keep her as my mistress."
"What?" Zhu Yu jumped up.
Her long, soft hair was almost standing on end with anger, and she stared at Fu Wang in disbelief.
"What did you say? You want to keep her as a mistress?"
Although she already knew the answer, Zhu Yu still couldn't help but fly into a rage when Fu Wang said those words with such confidence.
This jerk, how can he do something so wrong and act so self-righteously, even openly telling her about it without any attempt to hide it?
So you're not even going to act anymore, are you?
Fu Wang suddenly laughed.
He let out a chuckle, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Zhu Yu was furious: "You can still laugh?"
"Hahaha..." Fu Wang raised his hand to wipe away the physiological tears that came out of the corners of his eyes from laughing, his eyes as bright as stars: "Is Xiaoyu angry? Because of me?"
Zhu Yu's eyes were red: "You're asking a question you already know the answer to."
"Sorry." Fu Wang's smile faded, and he reached out to pull Zhu Yu to sit down, but she immediately turned away, leaving him with only a stubborn back view, a strand of hair sticking up as if in silent protest.
"Don't you want to know why I'm keeping her as a mistress?" Fu Wang coaxed in a low voice.
Zhu Yu remained silent, but her eyes secretly glanced behind her, clearly curious yet stubbornly trying to save face.
Fu Wang caught her stealing a glance, and the two locked eyes in mid-air.
Seeing that she had been caught peeking, Zhu Yu simply sat down in despair.
"Go ahead and speak, I'm listening." Zhu Yu proudly raised her chin, sitting on the sofa like a queen waiting for Fu Wang to speak.
He had an arrogant look on his face, as if he would teach Fu Wang a lesson if he was not satisfied with the answer.
Fu Wang chuckled softly: "She looks too much like you, and she likes to do groveling things with that kind of face. I find her an eyesore, so I found a reason to lock her up."
His voice was deep and calm, as elegant as a cello, but the words he spoke were utterly vile.
Zhu Yu couldn't help but glance sideways: "Just for this reason?"
Fu Wang: "Hmm."
"I never expected this..." Zhu Yu sighed, clicking his tongue in amazement.
Fu Wang's heart jumped into his throat.
"I didn't expect you to deal with people who are an eyesore in such a civilized way. Shouldn't you domineering CEOs just chop them up and throw them into the sea to feed the fish?"
Zhu Yu asked sincerely.
Fu Wang chuckled at Zhu Yu's bizarre thought process, and helplessly tugged at the corner of his mouth: "A society governed by the rule of law..."
"No, no," Zhu Yu shook her head. "Shouldn't you have said, 'What law? In City A, I, Fu Wang, am the law!'"
"Shouldn't it be like this?"
Fu Wang: "What did you study abroad?"
This question touches on a blind spot for Zhu Yu.
The original owner was portrayed as a two-faced, innocent-looking person. Her memories of being abroad were filled with nothing but extravagance and debauchery; she hadn't learned anything at all.
She guiltily changed the subject: "That's not the point. The point is, you want to keep her as a mistress and lock her up because you find her an eyesore, is that right?"