Chapter 48: The Moon That Cannot Be Plucked

Mu Ruo quickly removed her makeup, changed her clothes and accessories, and took a taxi back to the Fu residence.

She arrived at just the right time to change into a small evening dress, and Fu Jianzhi was already waiting downstairs.

Fu Jianzhi was dressed in a black custom-tailored suit. With his tall stature and elegant demeanor, even though he appeared warm and gentle, he still seemed aloof and distant, making him inaccessible to ordinary people.

It must be said that, although Fu Jianzhi was a few years older than Lu Beichen, his commanding presence and sophisticated manner were far beyond Lu Beichen’s reach.

Mu Ruo approached him and asked, “Is there anything I need to be aware of for tonight’s charity gala?”

Fu Jianzhi glanced at her and replied, “At least make sure to take a photo of something.”

He had already noticed that as long as Mu Ruo had money, she began to disregard him as her boss. When she was short of money, she would sweet-talk him.

Immediately after receiving her salary, Mu Ruo seemed most self-satisfied.

Mu Ruo responded, “No problem, I have plenty of money now.”

An hour later, Mu Ruo wished she had not said “I have money.”

Wasn’t this a charity gala?

Mu Ruo had thought it would involve auctioning off some paintings or calligraphy, perhaps fetching a few thousand or tens of thousands, with the proceeds going to those in need.

She was not prepared for the reality: the items auctioned tonight were jewels and antiques worth millions, even tens of millions, with the proceeds donated in proportion.

Looking at the dazzling jewels, Mu Ruo felt an intense desire for them.

By the end of the night, Mu Ruo had acquired a flawless pink diamond necklace.

She had lost twenty million.

Fu Jianzhi, with a half-smile, asked, “Is it beautiful?”

Mu Ruo replied, “…Yes, it’s beautiful.”

Mu Ruo thought that investing in such collectible jewelry was quite worthwhile and could come in handy for certain occasions.

It was just so expensive.

Fu Jianzhi said, “With Lu Beichen’s current status, he wouldn’t be invited here.”

Mu Ruo responded, “Uh.”

What does Lu Beichen have to do with this?

Was she born to be plagued by the protagonists? They all seemed intent on showing their presence in front of her.

To be fair, Lu Beichen’s business hadn’t grown much yet, and this charity gala was privately hosted. Lu Beichen indeed hadn’t received an invitation.

Mu Ruo sighed, “He will have money in the future, within five years he will have the capability.”

Mu Ruo wasn’t intentionally praising Lu Beichen. She was just mentioning the future plot.

After all, in the original text, Lu Beichen was the male lead, the author’s favored son. The author would certainly make Lu Beichen’s career flourish, proving to his parents that he had the ability to marry Xia Wanwan, not a rich girl, without the need for a marriage alliance.

Fu Jianzhi’s eyes darkened. “Oh, the wife seems quite confident about other men.”

Mu Ruo sighed, her tone tinged with bitterness, “For other men, probably not. But for Lu Beichen, he has it; he will soar high.”

After all, he was the male lead of this book.

Even if he only talked about romance all day, the author would still give him opportunities for promotion and wealth.

Even Fu Jianzhi himself was the male lead’s golden finger, benefactor, and guiding light.

Mu Ruo, being the malicious second female lead destined for a bad end, envied Lu Beichen and Xia Wanwan’s fortune.

At the gala, many people toasted to Fu Jianzhi. For a bigwig like him, many sought to please and befriend him. Even if they couldn’t win his favor, making an appearance and familiarizing themselves was beneficial.

As someone who received twenty million a month, being able to shield her boss from toasts was an essential skill.

Mu Ruo helped Fu Jianzhi fend off a few drinks.

Fu Jianzhi, knowing her tolerance for alcohol, took her away from the event after a few drinks.

As expected, once they were in the car, Mu Ruo’s intoxication set in, and she fell asleep in the back seat.

She wore a peach pink evening gown today. Although it was the latest style of the year, the color was quite gaudy, and the design was clichéd—disastrous on an ordinary person.

But on Mu Ruo, it took on a touch of charm, resembling a blooming peony. The peach pink highlighted her delicate, porcelain-like skin, and the fitted waist emphasized her slender figure. Her thick, jet-black hair cascaded down, and her small, refined face was stunning.

Fu Jianzhi had the driver take them home and sat next to Mu Ruo, though they were separated by one seat.

Fu Jianzhi did not adjust her seat back. Perhaps finding it uncomfortable, Mu Ruo tilted sideways and ended up resting in Fu Jianzhi’s lap.

Fu Jianzhi’s expression was as cold as ice. “Why don’t you lean on Lu Beichen?”

Mu Ruo was sound asleep, her cheek gently rubbing against Fu Jianzhi, giving off a slightly coquettish air.

The girl’s body was indeed fragrant and soft, like delicate rose petals in spring—easily crushed with the slightest touch.

Fu Jianzhi looked down and noticed that his black suit was smeared with foundation.

His face darkened.

Butler Li had already prepared for the possibility of his master losing his composure due to intoxication, securing valuable items and locking the wine cellar to keep everyone out.

He then saw his master carrying his tipsy wife inside.

The considerate Butler Li quickly stepped forward, “Let me help.”

Even though Butler Li was already graying, he had practiced judo and had some martial arts skills. Lifting a few young people who stayed up late and ate takeout was no problem, and carrying a woman upstairs was well within his capabilities.

Such a tiring task was naturally something he would take over for his master.

Fu Jianzhi shot Butler Li a cold glance, “You?”

Butler Li quickly responded, “No, no, no. Old arms and legs can’t handle it. You come, you come. I’ll open the door.”

Butler Li, ever thoughtful, went upstairs to open the bedroom door for Fu Jianzhi.

Fu Jianzhi kicked open the door to Mu Ruo’s room.

Butler Li wondered why the situation was different from what he had imagined, and then he did not see Fu Jianzhi coming out of Mu Ruo’s room.

Fu Jianzhi threw aside his dirty suit jacket, went to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. Noticing various bottles and jars on the vanity, he selected a bottle of makeup remover, dampened the towel, and went out to wipe Mu Ruo’s face.

The camellia-scented makeup remover was pleasantly fragrant. After wiping her face, Fu Jianzhi used a clean, wet towel to go over it again.

Without makeup, her face appeared even more delicate, with her pale lips resembling peach blossoms.

Fu Jianzhi pinched her chin and looked closely, finding that Mu Ruo, in her natural state, was truly beautiful.

Mu Ruo, hazily opening her eyes, murmured, “Awake?”

Mu Ruo frowned, feeling uncomfortable due to the tightness of her dress. She reached for the zipper on her waist, trying to unzip it.

Fu Jianzhi stopped her hand, not wanting to take advantage of the situation.

Mu Ruo looked up at the handsome face of the man. Fu Jianzhi’s features were as beautiful as a bright moon, looking perfect from any angle.

And he was indeed a moon that could not be plucked.