Fu Laoye glared at Fu Yao. “You should think about your mistakes. Your love life is a mess. How embarrassing.”
He had his grandson’s best interest at heart, so he couldn’t help but start advising him.
Fu Yao nodded and stepped forward to help him back to his room.
Both of them were lost in their own thoughts.
Fu Yao patiently helped his grandfather to lie down, then tidied up the photo album and put it back on the bookshelf. Only then did Fu Yao turn off the light and leave.
At four o’clock in the morning, Fu Yao couldn’t sleep for a long time. He got up and left the bedroom.
The room was full of the aura left by Shen Qieyi, which really disturbed his mind.
Fu Yao walked down the stairs to the first floor. He thought about a few hours ago, she was secretly wiping away her tears as she walked down the stairs.
Fu Yao’s brows knitted tightly together as his footstep stopped. He suddenly realized that he couldn’t control himself from thinking about Shen Qieyi.
What the hell.
Fu Yao turned on the lights at the hall and leisurely swept his eyes over the dazzling red wine on the bar, not moving at all.
Fu Yao turned around and walked into the kitchen, feeling upset.
It was as if there was nothing he could do to satisfy himself.
The kitchen in the mansion was more spacious than his house’s. In order to prepare a family banquet, all kinds of equipment were available.
Fu Yao thought of Shen Qieyi.
Sometimes, he would stay at home, but most of the time, he would stay in the study. He really didn’t spend much time with her.
In his impression, Shen Qieyi always liked to stay in the kitchen. He didn’t know what she was always doing.
But the house always smelled good, sometimes sweet and sometimes savory.
Fu Yao would always frown in disgust.
But now, his mind was filled with the image of her that he saw through the kitchen glass door. He couldn’t get rid of that image.
With a loud bang, Fu Yao slammed the fridge shut. He was so annoyed that he ruffled his hair.
“I must see her. No matter how inappropriate the time is, I must meet her.” He thought.
This crazy idea was occupying his mind.
Fu Yao strode out of the kitchen and headed straight for the bedroom. Picking up his coat and car keys, he hurried downstairs.
When he opened the door, the cold wind blew onto his face. Fu Yao pulled up his jacket and felt his throat becoming dry and itchy.
At four o’clock in the morning, everything returned to peace. The city seemed so quiet and empty.
The sports car sped along the road. Fu Yao opened the window and a cold breeze blew across his cheeks.
His chest was burning hot and his heart was beating fast. It was as if it was laughing at him for being like a young boy who was madly in love.
He looked straight ahead firmly. At that moment, the quiet, suppressed life he had for more than 20 years was about to change.
The sound of the brakes broke the silence in front of the Fu family’s courtyard.
Fu Yao leaned against the steering wheel and stared in the direction of her bedroom on the second floor.
The dim light of the street lamp shone on the windowsill, and the curtains were closed. Fu Yao couldn’t imagine what was going on inside.
The distance between them was far more than a mere explanation.
They weren’t separated by just a door.
For the first time, Fu Yao felt a deep sense of powerlessness. It was not until today that he realized that he had hurt Shen Qieyi too much. He had pushed her too far away.
The car was filled with smoke. Fu Yao’s eyes were bloodshot and his head was spinning. He didn’t know what to do.
In a relationship, the most sorrowful thing was that in the end, one could only drench oneself in self-pity.
Fu Yao hated these suffocating and uncontrollable emotions.
At six o’clock in the morning, the sky was bright.
The ashtray on the dashboard was full of ashes, and the narrow space was smoky.
After a sleepless night, Fu Yao casually covered his head with his jacket and forced himself to close his eyes to rest.
Everything was quiet. In less than a few minutes, Fu Yao pulled his jacket off.
Looking at the window on the second floor, Fu Yao let out a heavy breath and drove away.
He couldn’t explain why he didn’t enter the house to question her. Instead, he only waited outside the house.
After a sleepless night, he did not dare to see her.
The city was awakening, and the further he drove into the city, the noisier it became.
Fu Yao looked at the familiar scenery along the way. This was the way for him to drive to the company every day.
As he approached the next intersection, Fu Yao’s car suddenly changed its direction.
He then turned on the bluetooth and waited patiently for the call to be connected.
The sudden ringing of the phone woke the sleeping assistant up. He glanced at the phone in a daze and immediately sat up.
“Good morning, Mr. Fu.” The assistant was very surprised.
“Cancel all plans this morning. If there is any problem with the partners, ask the vice president for instructions…”
Fu Yao arranged the day’s schedule in an orderly manner.
After that, Fu Yao added, “Is there any other problem?”
The assistant quickly thought through the schedule and replied, “No problem.”
He was then about to ask him where Fu Yao was going, but he held back.
Hearing this, Fu Yao hung up the phone.
While paying attention to the road, Fu Yao dialed another number.
In a suite on the top floor of a hotel, the man in his dreams was awakened by the ringing of the phone. He turned over with difficulty and fell back asleep.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be patient, and the phone kept ringing.
The man opened his sleepy eyes. He moved his long arms away from the woman’s shoulders and picked up the ringing phone on the floor.
Zhong Han shouted impatiently at his phone, “Why are you making a fuss so early in the morning? You want to die?”
Fu Yao raised his eyebrows and asked, “Are you awake now?”
Zhong Han’s mind went blank for a moment, then he glanced at the caller ID and was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
Fu Yao ignored his sudden silence. “Clean up the bar. I’ll be there in half an hour. Hurry up.”
Zhong Han tugged at his hair in confusion. “It’s only six o’clock. What’s with you businessmen? You want to drink early in the morning?”
The woman on the bed was woken up. She hugged Zhong Han from behind with her naked body, her fingers restlessly teasing him.
Getting no response, she crawled in front of him and kissed him deeply.
The faint sound of breathing entered Fu Yao’s ears through the phone.
Fu Yao shook his head and pulled his earphones out. He couldn’t be bothered.
Zhong Han frowned and pushed the woman away. Then, he picked up his phone and asked, “How many people are coming? I’ll get my men to prepare.”
“No one. Just me.” Fu Yao replied calmly.
“What?” What was this guy doing in the early morning?
“Figure it out. If I don’t see you when I get there…”
“All right, all right, all right. You’re the boss. I’m going to greet you at the front door immediately.”
There was no need to say much between best friends. Zhong Han didn’t hesitate at all.
The woman refused. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, refusing to let go. She was not willing to be neglected like this.
She had tried so hard to hook up with him last night, so how could she be willing to let go of this rich guy?
Zhong Han was flirty. He had approached countless women, but it was just another one-night stand for them to satisfy their needs.
Seeing her like this, he was annoyed. He couldn’t do anything mean so he just watched her with a cold face as if he was watching a show.
No matter how hard she tried to tease him, she couldn’t arouse his interest. She noticed the mockery in his eyes and lost her self-esteem.
Just like that, she watched him put on his clothes and leave.
The woman pulled the quilt hard, feeling frustrated.
How could rich people act like they owned everything?