An Ran left the coffee shop and hadn't taken a few steps when her phone rang. Her pupils shrank violently when she saw the caller ID, and she instinctively tightened her grip on the phone. Fu Lengyu?!
It was his first time calling her. However, An Ran didn't feel happy. Instead, she had a sense of foreboding. She trembled as she answered the phone, but before she could speak, the man's unique clear voice came through, "Stay where you are and wait for me."
After hastily saying this, the phone beeped and hung up. The man's casual yet dangerous tone made An Ran extremely fearful. She clenched her phone tightly, and her porcelain-white knuckles turned white and blue for a moment before dissipating.
An Ran's heart was pounding non-stop, fast and strong, as if expressing her tension and fear of the unknown. She frowned and suppressed her heavy emotions, surveying her surroundings.
What did he mean? Could it be... Fu Lengyu was nearby? If he was, then how much did he see just now? An Ran's conjecture made her face gradually turn ashen, as if the proud mask she wore in front of Yang Xu had been ruthlessly torn apart, leaving behind a pitiful clown.
Meanwhile, on the second floor of the coffee shop, Fu Lengyu elegantly crossed his legs and put away his phoneexpressionlessly. He picked up his coffee cup with his long and distinct fingers, shook it, and his every move exuded the nobility of an aristocrat.
With a slight sip, the bitter taste spread in her throat, rolling up and down, making her feel extremely sexy. Fu Lengyu lifted his eyelids indifferently and looked at Tang Yu, who had a haughty demeanor, and said calmly, "Madam is waiting for me, so I won't accompany you. Let's talk about work when we have time."
Without waiting for Tang Yu's reaction, he walked out of the door in three steps and two steps, as if he was in a hurry to meet an important person.
Tang Yu's face collapsed for a moment, feeling embarrassed as she sat on the chair. She looked at the man's back and then turned her head to look at the slender and pretty figure at the door, biting her teeth in anger. Being left alone in the coffee shop by the man she liked, her mood was really not good. Tang Yu could only vent her anger on An Ran.
Meanwhile, An Ran was still waiting for Fu Lengyu, but instead, she met Yang Xu. An Ran was extremely anxious at the moment and looked at the man in front of her whose face was not friendly. "Why did you follow me out? I think what I just said was clear enough. Do you have trouble understanding Chinese?"
Yang Xu's deep and affectionate eyes flashed a moment of gloom. He lowered his gaze and looked sad and bitter, like a wounded little animal, licking his wounds alone. "It's okay, Xiaoran. Time will reveal a person's true nature. I just followed you out to ask for a chance to make up and prove
myself." He raised his eyes and looked at An Ran with a gentle and affectionate gaze. "Is that okay?"
With his handsome face, gentle gaze, and humble and pleading tone, he could easily make countless girls swoon. However, An Ran didn't feel moved at all. On the contrary, she had a terrible headache. Why was this man sticking to her like a plaster? She rubbed her forehead. If they continued to argue, it would only lead to endless entanglement. Fu Lengyu would be here soon. If he saw them...
An Ran felt a hint of fear rising in her heart for the man who had already left a deep impression on her. She turned around and said, "Okay, I promise. Please leave immediately."
At this moment, An Ran had her back to the man and couldn't see the smug and calculating expression on Yang Xu's face.
Yang Xu's lips curled in a sneer. "Fine, Xiao Ran. I'll do whatever you say and leave right away."
An Ran thought to herself, "There's still a long way to go."
As Yang Xu walked away, An Ran breathed a sigh of relief. However, she noticed a Rolls-Royce parked nearby that looked familiar.
Before she could react, the car slowly drove past her and emitted a cloud of exhaust fumes, causing her to cough and wave her hand to disperse the smell.
An Ran recognized the car as belonging to Fu Lengyu. It had arrived so quickly... he must be nearby.
The car window rolled down to reveal Fu Lengyu's handsome face. An Ran saw him give her a cold and meaningful glance through the rearview mirror before the car continued to drive away.
As the car got further and further away, An Ran wondered what Fu Lengyu was up to. She had to use all her strength to catch up to the speeding car.
Just as she was about to catch up, the car suddenly accelerated, leaving An Ran panting and holding her stomach and bag. She had fallen for Fu Lengyu's trick again.
An Ran fell to the ground, scraping her knees and feeling a sharp pain. She looked at the disappearing car and realized that Fu Lengyu was punishing her.
An Ran's forehead was covered in tiny beads of sweat as she stood up, enduring the pain and chasing after him. The sudden movement inevitably pulled at her wound, causing her face to turn red with pain as she stopped to catch her breath. Her eyes were clear, but with a hint of mist.
Suddenly, a car screeched to a halt in front of her. Fu Lengyu controlled the steering wheel with his left hand, while his right hand rested on his leg, his fingertips tapping lightly. "Get in the car," he said in a tone that was devoid of emotion, yet oppressive.
An Ran glanced at Fu Lengyu, and was about to open the passenger door when he spoke again. "That's not your seat."
His voice was cold and icy, like a mist that seeped into her heart, making her tremble. An Ran's heart beat faster and faster as she quickly opened the back door and got in.
An Ran didn't dare to look at Fu Lengyu, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."
"Tsk." Fu Lengyu's lips curled into a sneer, clearly not believing her. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Yang Xu, your fiancé?"
An Ran thought that Fu Lengyu would be angry and demand an explanation, especially since Yang Xu was a man she had almost married. If someone saw them together and took a picture, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.
An Ran had promised not to cause any more trouble...
But she didn't expect Fu Lengyu to not only not bring it up, but also ask a question that he already knew the answer to. An Ran was a little confused and answered casually, "Yes."
"Hmm?" The sound seemed to escape from his throat, with a hint of gloom and a dangerous rise in the tone at the end.
An Ran was startled, thinking that the man was angry at her explanation. "Yang Xu is my ex-fiancé. I thought we would get married, but he...betrayed me."