Chapter 79: Fu Jianzhi Holds All the Cards

On a winter day, it’s easy for static electricity to build up, and with Fu Jianzhi ruffling her hair, Mu Ruo’s hair quickly became a mess.

She hurried to look in the mirror in front of her. “It’s messy.”

Mu Ruo took a comb, sprayed a little hair mist, and carefully combed her hair for quite a while.

After Fu Jianzhi left, Mu Ruo slowly reflected on what he had just said.

Mu Ruo wasn’t naive.

In her previous world, many people had tried to take advantage of her looks and figure.

What Fu Jianzhi had just said, Mu Ruo had heard similar words from others. For girls in her circle, the path downwards was always easier than the climb upwards.

“Here’s my phone number.”

“If you need resources, come find me.”

“Mu Ruo, you know what to trade to get what you want, right?”

“…”

These words were similar to what Fu Jianzhi had just said.

But Mu Ruo didn’t think Fu Jianzhi meant it that way.

The reason was simple.

Mu Ruo was self-aware. She knew she looked decent.

But she didn’t think everyone would tolerate her or like her just because of her looks.

There are plenty of interesting things in the world. Could someone like Fu Jianzhi, a big shot, really be so blinded by lust?

Definitely not.

Moreover, she had been alone with Fu Jianzhi countless times. If he wanted to do something, he would have shown his intentions long ago.

Why would he resort to such indirect means?

So far, Mu Ruo had never seen any uncontrollable desire in Fu Jianzhi’s eyes.

Mu Ruo’s perception of Fu Jianzhi was deeper than the Atlantic Ocean.

After a while, Mu Ruo slowly returned to the banquet table.

The two of them had been gone for less than fifteen minutes.

In such a short time, it was impossible to do anything significant.

Initially, the people at the table thought there was something between them, but considering that fifteen minutes wasn’t even enough to straighten their clothes, they dismissed any ambiguous thoughts.

Wang Zifan lowered her voice and whispered to Mu Ruo, “Do you think Mr. Fu is trying to take advantage of you?”

Mu Ruo poured herself a glass of coconut milk. “Sister Fan, do you think someone with his looks needs to take advantage of people?”

Wang Zifan: “Uh.”

Honestly, Wang Zifan thought that with Fu Jianzhi’s looks and aura, he could easily become the top star in any entertainment company, praised all over the country.

But Wang Zifan couldn’t help pinching Mu Ruo’s plump and soft cheek, “Ruo Ruo, do you really not realize how much those big shots in the capital circles like pure and beautiful girls like you?”

The full collagen in her cheeks, her watery big eyes, her pink lips, and her delicate high nose—all of it made her look like someone who could be easily bullied and made to cry.

The thought of keeping such a beauty at home, as a personal treasure, was exhilarating.

It was already late, and heavy snow had started an hour ago. The group couldn’t return to the set, so they booked rooms at the hotel.

Fu Jianzhi was the one most frequently toasted. Originally, the producer and the investor had planned to discuss matters with the director, but since Fu Jianzhi joined, everyone focused on him.

Mu Ruo was somewhat worried that Fu Jianzhi drinking too much might be bad for him.

She had vaguely heard from Butler Li that Fu Jianzhi’s doctor advised him to avoid too much alcohol and caffeine.

Moreover, big shots like Fu Jianzhi usually had some stomach issues, and drinking too much could affect his health.

As the boss who paid her the most, Fu Jianzhi’s well-being was more important to Mu Ruo than acting.

Before going to her room, Mu Ruo noted Fu Jianzhi’s room number and requested a cup of warm milk from the hotel staff.

Drinking a cup of milk before bed not only sobered him up but also helped with a good night’s sleep.

Mu Ruo knocked on Fu Jianzhi’s door, holding the cup of milk.

After a while, the door finally opened.

Fu Jianzhi was wearing a bathrobe, probably just out of the shower. His hair was half-dried, still dripping.

Mu Ruo offered the milk, “Mr. Fu, you should drink this milk before sleeping. I noticed you had quite a bit to drink tonight.”

Fu Jianzhi curled his lips coldly, “You care about me that much?”

Mu Ruo: “Of course.”

To someone like Fu Jianzhi, Mu Ruo always considered him more important than her own life. However, it wasn’t just because of their contract.

In Mu Ruo’s eyes, Fu Jianzhi was a very charming and mysterious boss, whose thoughts were impossible to guess.

In the original novel, it seemed every supporting character existed to push the relationship between the main couple, Xia Wanwan and Lu Beichen. Mu Ruo’s role, for instance, was to add twists and turns to make their relationship more dramatic and sweet.

Fu Jianzhi’s role seemed to be offering an olive branch to the male lead’s career, helping him climb higher. What Fu Jianzhi himself thought or what experiences he had were always shrouded in mystery.

“I don’t drink anything before going to sleep.”

Mu Ruo suddenly realized she might be overstepping and prepared to leave with the milk.

“If you take one step out of this room, you won’t receive any salary for the next year.”

Mu Ruo quickly turned back: “I won’t leave, I won’t leave.”

Two billion yuan. All explanations lay in Fu Jianzhi’s hands. If Fu Jianzhi didn’t divorce her next year, she would achieve financial freedom.

Whatever the boss says goes. The boss’s orders must be followed absolutely.

Mu Ruo had no choice but to sit on Fu Jianzhi’s bed and drink half of the milk. She had spent most of the day filming in the cold wind, and after a long evening of socializing, the warm milk had a soporific effect. While Fu Jianzhi was drying his hair, Mu Ruo fell asleep leaning against the pillow.

Fu Jianzhi raised his hand and pinched her sharp chin, looking at the girl’s innocent, unguarded sleeping face.

Deep down, Fu Jianzhi was a very malevolent person.

He wore the skin of a gentleman but had the heart of a demon.

He took what he wanted, ignoring morals and rules.

Today, his intention was the same as those intentions Mu Ruo had encountered before.

However, Mu Ruo saw him through such a deep filter that she always thought he was a good person.

In Fu Jianzhi’s eyes, she was still a pitiful yet adorable little girl, several years younger than him, unable to hide her true nature or her unintentional concern and closeness towards him.

Just a bit blind.

She was deeply in love with a man like Lu Beichen.

If he wasn’t worried about Mu Ruo hating him once she realized the truth, he would have bankrupted Lu Beichen and then destroyed him.

In her sleep, Mu Ruo unconsciously rubbed her cheek against Fu Jianzhi’s palm and then leaned closer to him.

Fu Jianzhi chuckled softly and covered her with a blanket.