bookrebus Chapter 797 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (22)
Chapter 797 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (22)
Fu Ci has no habit of not hitting women.
It's just that Lin Xi isn't worth his personal attention.
The greed and malice towards Mu Zhou hidden in her eyes were so blatant.
Even if she hadn't followed us today, Fu Ci wouldn't have let her off easily.
Lin Xi watched him stride away, then glanced at the men and women in suits around her, her face turning deathly pale.
"You, you'd better watch out! My fiancé is Shen Yan, and Fu Ci is his uncle. He was just saying that casually. If you dare to touch me, he definitely won't let you off the hook!"
But no matter what she said, the men and women in suits remained unmoved.
Amid her frantic cries, they carried her away.
Fu Ci hurriedly returned to the parking lot, and from a distance, he saw a man and a woman standing not far from the car.
He suddenly stopped, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously.
The woman was naturally Mu Zhou.
The man is Shen Yan.
One of them had his head half-lowered, seemingly shy and unsure of what to say, while the other gazed at her quietly with his eyes downcast.
Fu Ci's fingers clenched unconsciously, his cold, sharp gaze fixed on their direction.
They were excessively close.
Lin Xi's divisive words echoed in his mind.
Mu Zhou and Shen Yan were once lovers.
Mu Zhou had not told him about this.
His eyes grew increasingly cold and ruthless, his expression wary and scrutinizing.
At this moment, Mu Zhou was taking the lipstick from Shen Yan's hand.
"Thank you, no need to make a special trip, I've already bought a new one."
She casually put it in her pocket, her tone as calm as ever.
Shen Yan had something to do today and arrived a little late. As soon as he arrived, he heard from his friend about the Mu family's affairs, so he hurriedly chased after him.
"Zhouzhou, they didn't say anything, did they?"
Mu Zhou avoided his intense gaze:
"You don't need to worry about my affairs."
Shen Yan felt a pang of pain in his heart, but still insisted:
"I have already made it clear to my family that I will not marry Lin Xi."
Mu Zhou glanced at him.
She pursed her lips, her voice filled with helplessness:
"You should leave quickly. If Lin Xi sees this, who knows what kind of trouble she'll cause. I really can't take any more setbacks."
Shen Yan's eyes were dark and cold, flashing with a dangerous glint.
"I will handle her affairs properly and will never let her affect you."
It's like some kind of vow, containing endless undercurrents.
Mu Zhou's eyelashes trembled, but she remained silent.
The next second, a slightly hoarse voice rang out in the quiet parking lot.
"What are you talking about?"
The nonchalant tone at the end of the sentence concealed a dangerous undertone.
Mu Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Fu Ci with a guilty conscience.
"Nothing to talk about."
Fu Ci remained noncommittal regarding her evasive gaze.
He walked to Mu Zhou's side, unbuttoned his coat, and took it off to drape it over her shoulders.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the car?"
His gaze fell on Mu Zhou's beautiful eyes, a silent, profound look that almost burned her.
"uncle."
Shen Yan's voice suddenly rang out.
Fu Ci gently put his arm around Mu Zhou's shoulder before looking up at him.
His gloomy gaze pierced him, carrying an intense sense of oppression.
"how?"
Shen Yan gritted his teeth slightly and forced a smile:
"Uncle, Mu Zhou left her lipstick with me last time, I've come to return it to her."
Fu Ci gave a half-smile, as if he couldn't understand the unspoken meaning behind his words:
"Have a heart."
Without further ado, Fu Ci led Mu Zhou into the car.
Watching helplessly as he took Mu Zhou away from him, Shen Yan tensed up, his eyes filled with intense hatred.
He is still not strong enough.
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In the car, in the back seat.
Fu Ci was still holding Mu Zhou's hand.
His handsome face was somber, and a hint of anger flickered in his eyes.
Unlike before, when he was so inscrutable, this was quite refreshing.
Mu Zhou leaned closer and silently gazed at him.
He remained calm and composed, his face still expressionless.
Mu Zhou lowered his eyes in disappointment and whispered:
"Are you angry?"
Fu Ci seemed to let out a cold laugh, his tone sarcastic:
"I am not angry."
It was clearly said in anger.
Mu Zhou didn't know why, but he wasn't so afraid anymore.
She slowly rested her forehead against his arm:
"Don't be angry."
Fu Ci almost laughed out of anger.
She knew he was angry, but she still planned to coax him like this?
You think you can just tell him not to be angry and get rid of him?
He gritted his teeth, neither dodging nor saying a word.
A moment later, Mu Zhou rubbed his forehead again and tilted his head back slightly:
"Are you still angry?"
Fu Ci narrowed his eyes and looked down at her.
Her innocent eyes stared straight at him, as if he were the one who had bullied her.
A dark flame burned deep within his eyes.
Just then, the car stopped.
He pulled Mu Zhou out of the car, and before they could even enter the house, he suddenly pressed her against the entrance, grabbed her chin, and kissed her.
Mu Zhou subconsciously gripped the shirt at his chest, instantly wrinkling the dark-patterned fabric.
The suit jacket also fell to the ground.
A stinging pain shot through her lips, and Mu Zhou tilted her head back, unable to hold back a sob, but she did not resist.
Let him plunder and possess as he pleases.
Fu Ci was somewhat out of control; the rising agitation in his chest made him feel flustered for a moment.
He just wanted to prove immediately that Mu Zhou was still his.
He only picked up the person in his arms when they were almost unable to stand and carried them into the living room.
Mu Zhou sat in his lap, gently calming her rapid breathing.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were blurry with tears. Fu Ci lost control again after just one glance at her.
He swallowed hard, and tightened his grip on her waist.
Mu Zhou bit her lip.
Seeing that his complexion had improved slightly, he said:
"I've let Auntie go first. Do you want to eat noodles? Actually, my specialty is plain noodles."
She suddenly changed the subject and said she would cook noodles for him, and a dark glint flashed in Fu Ci's eyes.
But they still couldn't bring themselves to force him.
Never mind, let's eat first.
So that she wouldn't cry again if he pressed her for answers.
I don't know how painful it would be to cry on an empty stomach.
Fu Cilian had already thought of what would happen next.
He let go of his arm.
Mu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and got up to go to the kitchen.
Plain noodles are the simplest, requiring neither expensive ingredients nor complicated procedures.
The simplest way is to just cook the noodles, add soy sauce and chopped green onions.
She had some green vegetables and eggs at home, so she blanched them and put them on top of the noodles.
Looking at it this way, it does have some marketability.
The noodles were ready quickly.
She placed the chopsticks in front of Fu Ci and then began to eat by herself.
The noodles have a simple yet light and delicious flavor.
Fu Ci took a bite.
This was the blandest noodle dish he had ever eaten.
But Mu Zhou ate with great relish.
She ate quietly and attentively.
Mu Zhou didn't cook much, and after she finished eating, she found that Fu Ci had also finished it all.
She curved her lips into a smile and poured herself a glass of red wine.
He also poured a glass for Fu Ci.
Red wine with noodles does have a unique flavor.
She chuckled softly, as if she had thought of something.
"Yangchun noodles were the first dish I learned to cook; it was taught to me by an auntie next door."
The look of reminiscence and the calm, even tone of voice, somehow evoked a faint pang of heartache in the listener.
Fu Ci frowned slightly.