"Mr. Fu, I..." Yang Yuxin did not let go, and she didn't know whether she blocked Fu Shiqiu's way intentionally or unintentionally.
"I don't have time and I don't want to listen!" Fu Shiqiu's voice was cold to the bone, "Yang Yuxin, I'm warning you, there will be no second time, otherwise, you know what I will do."
Yang Yuxin felt chilled in her heart, and she immediately shrank her hands subconsciously.
Looking up again, Fu Shiqiu's back had disappeared on the road where Murong Xincheng left just now.
"You...you..." Yang Yuxin was trembling with anger, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms.
She admired Fu Shiqiu deeply.
When they were classmates in the past, she would take the initiative to help Fu Shiqiu fend off his romantic interests, but every time she really took part in it. She thought that was the case, and Fu Shiqiu kept hinting to her every day that the relationship between the two of them was not open and honest.
She persistently thought that Fu Shiqiu had the same thoughts as her, after all, no other woman except her could be so "close" to him.
Until, Yang Yuxin overheard the conversation between Fu Shiqiu and Murong Xincheng one day...
She felt that the world was going crazy.
She took intimate photos of the two of them and secretly leaked them to Fu's mother. Later, Fu Shiqiu refused her help and told her that she didn't need to show up again.
Yang Yuxin didn't understand, but the next day, she didn't know what happened. She was suddenly diagnosed as having a mental disorder, and was taken back to school by her parents for "treatment" without any resistance.
That was the first time she saw Fu Shiqiu's ability.
Later, Fu Shiqiu went directly to the United States for further study, and they never met once.
Until recently, the Bai family took the initiative to break off the engagement, and Fu's mother was extremely anxious. After learning about it, Yang Yuxin urged her parents to find a matchmaker. Once again, she stepped into the Fu family's mother's role as Fu Shiqiu's "fiancée" in an open and honest manner.
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Yang Yuxin has wanted to have Fu Shiqiu, a perfect man like a banished immortal, ever since she was in school, and she even wants to marry into a big family like the Fu family, which has a century-old heritage in Beijing.
She would not be afraid, let alone give it up to a man.
She believes that she must have enough charm and ability to at least marry into the Fu family.
"Auntie, I'm Yu Xin, I'm at the airport now..."
Murong Xincheng buried his head and walked forward. He had already received the news that Jiaojiao was in Anyang, and Li Jingyuan's people already had clues.
This is good news. After all, this is Jiaojiao's own choice to take the bus, but he also needs to go to Anyang immediately.
While holding his cell phone to search for the fastest way to Anyang, his wrist was suddenly clenched and pulled hard. Murong Xin, who was unprepared, staggered forward and almost ran into the other person's arms.
"I'm sorry to catch a flight, please give way." Behind me, a man passed by and rushed with a suitcase.
Murong Xincheng didn't hear it. He could only hear his heart beating uncontrollably, as if he had miraculously come to life after being dead for so long.
Within a few breaths, Murong Xincheng didn't react, and Fu Shiqiu didn't let go.
Two more seconds passed.
Murong Xincheng seemed to have returned to his soul, and immediately took two steps back, his wrist breaking free from the opponent's big hand.
"I said goodbye, you saw it."
He was very sure that it was not difficult for the two of them to read each other's lips due to their years of tacit understanding.
"Yeah." Fu Shiqiu didn't mean to deny it at all. He frowned, "But I didn't promise you."
He grabbed Murong Xincheng's hand again. This time, Fu Shiqiu's fingertips felt warm, and his tone was firm, "Follow me."