Chapter 2284: Custom-Made Lover (19)

Chapter 2284: Chapter 2284: Custom-Made Lover (19)

"Your breathing just changed."

Once they got in the car, Chuzheng suddenly blurted this out.

Fong Yan was startled: "W-what?"

Chuzheng looked at him calmly, didn’t follow up, then after a moment reached out and pressed her hand to Fong Yan’s chest: "Your heartbeat’s really fast too."

Fong Yan: "..."

Fong Yan pushed Chuzheng’s hand away, shifted his position to put more distance between them, and scolded her with a cold face: "Don’t mess around."

"I’m telling the truth." How is this also "messing around"? Who the hell taught this Good Person Card their language arts?

Fong Yan: "..." Just shut up, will you! You’re at least designed as a female, how can you talk with zero filter like that.

Then again, she doesn’t have Humans’ kind of complexity. Being blunt actually makes her normal.

Fong Yan turned his head to look out the window.

Was his heart really beating that fast?

All the way there, Fong Yan didn’t talk to Chuzheng. Once they arrived, he finally warned her: "Li Sheng is probably suspicious of you. Tonight you stay with me the whole time, you’re not allowed to run around. Got it?"

"You know he’s up to no good, so why are you still coming?"

"Turning him down would just look more guilty." Fong Yan straightened Chuzheng’s hair a bit: "Li Sheng’s the type who won’t stop till he gets what he wants. The more you dodge and cover up, the more interested he’ll be."

"..."

Someone deserves a beating.

"President Fong, welcome." Li Sheng personally came to greet them: "You being willing to come is honestly my blessing earned in a past life."

"Heh." Fong Yan let out a faint, derisive sound, not even bothering to respond properly.

Li Sheng didn’t feel awkward at all: "And this beautiful lady, I don’t yet know your name. Do I have that honor?"

"No, you don’t."

Fong Yan: "..."

Li Sheng: "..."

"President Fong’s date is quite something." Li Sheng’s skin was thick; he still didn’t feel awkward: "Such an entertaining companion—where did President Fong find her?"

Fong Yan: "Naturally not from anywhere anywhere near you."

"President Fong is still angry?" Li Sheng gave a little laugh: "It was just a dead person. I’ve already paid compensation. Their family said they wouldn’t pursue it, so why are you still being so petty?"

Fong Yan’s expression sank.

This time, Li Sheng knew when to stop, and made an inviting gesture: "President Fong, please come inside. Have some fun. We’ve got a great show tonight."

Li Sheng had someone lead Chuzheng and Fong Yan inside, then turned to go greet other guests.

"You okay?"

"I’m fine." Fong Yan’s face was dark and gloomy; even when people came up to greet him, he barely responded.

The conflict between Fong Yan and Li Sheng wasn’t hard to dig up.

Their companies clashed over a project, and a person on Fong Yan’s side died. The responsibility lay with Li Sheng’s side, and there was a strong chance it was intentional.

But the deceased’s family took a payout and didn’t plan to pursue the matter, and in the end it was written off as an accident.

In the end, Fong Yan’s side lost a person, and the project was snatched away by Li Sheng.

Li Sheng didn’t value human life at all.

Like it was just an insect—if it gets crushed, it gets crushed.

And on top of that, he had to parade it in front of him to show off.

Chuzheng patted the back of Fong Yan’s hand. He glanced sideways, met her eyes, then reined in his expression: "I’m fine."

"I’ll beat him up for you." Chuzheng said with a serious face: "I guarantee nobody will ever be able to trace it."

"..." Fong Yan’s bad mood suddenly improved quite a bit. He raised a hand and tapped the girl’s nose: "Don’t mess around."

As soon as he did it, Fong Yan froze for a second, then awkwardly drew his hand back.

What was he doing...

"President Fong, long time no see."

Someone came over just in time to break the awkward moment.

With Chuzheng holding onto Fong Yan’s arm, they naturally drew attention.

First off, Chuzheng herself was eye-catching. Second, Fong Yan had never brought a female companion to any events.

Put those two together, and they were even more conspicuous.

"Who’s that?"

"President Fong actually has a beauty on his arm—that’s big news."

"Is she mixed-race?"

"No idea where President Fong picked up a beauty like that..."

Fong Yan was in no mood to chat anymore. The more people’s gazes gathered around them, the more irritable he got.

He didn’t want more people seeing the person beside him; he suddenly had the urge to hide her away.

Meanwhile, Chuzheng was casually looking around with a completely unconcerned face, like she was very curious about the place.

"Come to the lounge with me."

"..." What are we going to the lounge for?

Chuzheng didn’t even have time to ask before Fong Yan tugged her along.

-

As soon as they entered the lounge, Fong Yan irritably yanked off his tie and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the bustling scene below.

The agitation in his body gradually settled.

What was wrong with him just now?

"Water."

A clear glass was handed to him by pale, slender fingers, making that hand look like a work of art.

"Why are you staring at me?" Chuzheng sounded impatient: "Are you drinking or not?"

Even drinking water needs this much thought?

Fong Yan took the glass and sipped. The warm water moistened his somewhat dry throat.

He heard the girl ask again: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No."

Chuzheng didn’t really believe him, and reached out to feel his forehead.

Fong Yan’s body went rigid all of a sudden.

"You feel a bit warm. Got a cold?" Chuzheng didn’t sound sure if she was asking him, or just voicing her own confusion.

Fong Yan’s hand clenched hard around the glass, his fingertips turning pale.

He took a step back: "I’m fine. The heating’s just too strong, so I’m a bit hot." He turned his head away and downed the rest of the water in one go.

"I’m going to the bathroom."

His retreating figure had a bit of "fleeing in disarray" to it.

Chuzheng: "..."

-

Fong Yan braced his hands on the sink, staring at the man in the mirror. His wet hair was dripping water, drop by drop.

Time in the bathroom felt like it had ground to a halt.

Fong Yan had no idea what he was thinking. His thoughts were a mess, and right now he didn’t want to go out and face Chuzheng.

He was afraid he’d start having more strange ideas.

He didn’t know how long he stood there. Just as he was about to go out, his vision suddenly went dark.

Fong Yan turned his head to look outside; it was pitch Dark out there too.

His heart gave a little jump, and he opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

"What happened?"

"Power’s out." Chuzheng’s voice came from one side of the room.

"Come over here to me."

"Why don’t you come over here?"

"..."

After his eyes adjusted to the Dark for a bit, Fong Yan could make out shapes. He walked over to where Chuzheng was.

He found her arm and gripped it slightly tighter: "You okay?"

"It’s just a blackout. What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"How could the power go out?" Fong Yan didn’t bother nitpicking her tone: "What is Li Sheng pulling now?"

Places like this basically have independent power.

Even if they don’t, there’ll be backup power sources in place to deal with emergencies like this.

As soon as a blackout happens, the backup comes on automatically, and power’s usually restored within thirty seconds.

"Be careful." Fong Yan didn’t know if this was an accident, or the "great show" Li Sheng had mentioned.

"What’s there to be afraid of." Whoever comes, I hit whoever. If two come, I hit both!

Fong Yan: "..."

What do I do if my kid’s growing crooked.

Suddenly, he understood the mood of that old father Fong Wuye... It’s really too hard.