Chapter 48: Fu Jingyao, Are You Angry?

Lin Xi was suddenly enveloped in his embrace, taking a few seconds to regain her senses.

The dark cloud dissipated as Fu Jingyao approached.

That cowardly little cloud that bullied the weak and feared the strong—she would deal with it sooner or later.

His chin rested on her shoulder, and he softly called her name.

“Lin Xi.”

“Mm, I’m here.”

Lin Xi patted his back. “Fu Jingyao, you came just in time; you saved my life.”

Fu Jingyao breathed a sigh of relief seeing her safe and sound.

He released her. “So late at night, what were you doing in the deep mountains?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when we get back,” Lin Xi sneezed. “Achoo!”

The dark cloud had chased her relentlessly, leaving her drenched from head to toe.

Fu Jingyao took off his coat and draped it over her, his voice low and grave. “The car has heating.”

Lin Xi wanted to say she wasn’t cold, but the man had already started walking.

She sniffed and followed him.

Was Fu Jingyao angry?

Throughout the journey, neither of them spoke.

At the intersection, a man saw them return and immediately opened the car door, respectfully saying, “Boss Fu.”

Fu Jingyao gave a noncommittal hum. “Drive, go home.”

“Yes, Boss Fu.”

Qi Wenye nodded, stealing glances at the woman beside him, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Boss Fu’s coat was draped over her!

What exactly was her relationship with Boss Fu?

Lin Xi was also observing him.

The man wore a black vest, a crew cut, and had bronze skin, clearly defined muscle lines, and a tattoo covering half his arm. He looked intimidating, exuding a gangster vibe.

Fu Jingyao turned his head. “Lin Xi?”

“Oh, coming.” Lin Xi withdrew her gaze and got into the back seat.

Fu Jingyao waited in the car for a while, but the man outside remained motionless.

He prompted, “Qi Wenye.”

Chen Zhao and Qi Wenye, his two assistants—one intelligent, the other strong.

Qi Wenye couldn’t help but ask, “Boss Fu, she is…?”

“My wife.” Fu Jingyao gave him an emotionless look. “Drive.”

Qi Wenye’s eyes widened like saucers upon hearing the first half of the sentence.

Heavens!

He’d only been to Africa for a short time, and Boss Fu had actually gotten married!

Damn Chen Zhao for not telling him, making him stare at Boss Fu’s wife just now.

Qi Wenye got into the driver’s seat, stiffly forcing a friendly smile. “Madam, hello. I’m Boss Fu’s assistant and bodyguard. I apologize for the earlier offense.”

Looking like a gang leader, his smile only amplified the impression, his expression exceedingly “intimidatingly kind.”

Lin Xi replied, “Hello.”

Qi Wenye was about to say something else when he suddenly felt a chill down his neck.

He shut his mouth and drove, his eyes constantly glancing backward.

The two in the back sat in silence, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

Fu Jingyao remained silent, taking out a small box and placing it between them.

Lin Xi opened it to find it filled with her favorite snacks: chocolates, small bread rolls, mini cakes, and so on.

She tore open a bag of milky bread and devoured it.

Fu Jingyao opened a bottle of water and handed it to her, still without speaking.

Lin Xi took a sip and held up the bag of milky bread, asking the man beside her.

“Do you want some?”

“No.”

Fu Jingyao sat upright, his eyes fixed ahead, his thin lips pressed into a line.

The distance between them was wide enough to fit Qi Wenye.

Lin Xi quietly shifted a little closer to him, staring at his face for a while.

“Fu Jingyao, are you angry?”

The man’s face remained grim. “No.”

Lin Xi was certain he was indeed angry.

She poked his face. “You’ve got wrinkles from being angry, and you still say you’re not?”

Fu Jingyao’s composure instantly broke. He grabbed her finger. “Lin Xi, don’t fidget.”

“I’m sorry, don’t be angry.”

Lin Xi picked up a small bread roll and held it to his lips. “Sweet things make people happy, don’t be mad.”

Fu Jingyao was completely disarmed, opening his mouth to eat the bread roll from her hand.

Tonight, he had waited at home for a long time, unable to reach Lin Xi on the phone.

The minutes ticked by, and she hadn’t returned by three in the morning.

He used all his connections to find her here, yet still hadn’t seen her.

At that moment, his heart had been frantic.

Lin Xi had gone to the deep mountains alone so late at night; he had indeed been a little angry.

Fu Jingyao spoke to explain, “Lin Xi, I wasn’t angry. Next time you go out at night, tell me beforehand. I’ll worry about you.”

Lin Xi, like a good buddy, patted his shoulder. “I’m a metaphysical practitioner; I usually work at night.”

“I’m super amazing; you don’t need to worry about me.”

Her tone was light, yet Fu Jingyao’s concern remained.

Lin Xi was strong and independent, something he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, change.

He respected Lin Xi’s wishes and her career.

But he worried about her safety and feared losing her.

Fu Jingyao looked at the person beside him, subtle emotions swirling in his deep eyes.

He no longer saw Lin Xi as a sister, not since…when?

The man continued to watch her; Lin Xi looked away. “This time was special; it won’t happen again.”

Fu Jingyao closed his eyes. “I couldn’t get through to you on the phone.”

Lin Xi explained, “I encountered a witch doctor. Her formation affected the magnetic field, so my phone had no signal.”

Not being able to reach her at three or four in the morning was indeed worrying.

Lin Xi pondered for a few seconds and took a red string from her bag.

She bit her fingertip, letting her blood drip onto it.

Fu Jingyao was startled. “What are you doing?”

“It’ll be quick.”

Lin Xi chanted an incantation, the blood absorbed by the string, making it even more vibrant.

“Give me your hand.”

Fu Jingyao extended his left hand, and Lin Xi tied the string around his wrist.

“This is a long-distance communication string. If you can’t reach me on the phone, tap the knot three times to contact me.”

“As long as I’m still alive, the string won’t break.”

“If I die, all the talismans I’ve drawn and the five little paper figures will be yours.”

Fu Jingyao’s face darkened. “Don’t say such things. There are no ifs.”

“Just a joke,” Lin Xi yawned. “I’m exhausted after working all night.”

Fu Jingyao subtly moved closer. “Sleep. I’ll wake you when we get home.”

“Mm.” Lin Xi’s head grew heavier, and she fell asleep on his shoulder.

Fu Jingyao adjusted her coat, a smile playing on his lips.

Qi Wenye’s eyes nearly popped out.

Ah ah! So exciting!

He had never seen such a gentle Boss Fu.

Along the way, he kept glancing backward, his eyes like a thief’s, thankfully Boss Fu was too preoccupied to notice.

The car finally arrived at Di Jing Garden.

Qi Wenye reminded him, “Boss Fu, we’re here.”

“Quiet,” Fu Jingyao lowered his voice. “Open the door.”

Qi Wenye held his breath and softly opened the door.

A rough man like him had never been so cautious in his life.

Fu Jingyao carried Lin Xi and strode into the villa.

Madam Wu had been waiting at the door and rushed forward when she saw them.

“Young Master, what’s wrong with Madam?”

Fu Jingyao whispered, “Asleep.”

He carried Lin Xi upstairs.

Madam Wu followed, a maternal smile on her face.

Yes! Yes!

In her lifetime, she’d witnessed the Young Master’s coupling, making all her late-night romance novel reading worthwhile.

Fu Jingyao put Lin Xi in bed, noticing her wet clothes, and went to find Madam Wu.

Madam Wu giggled foolishly. “Young Master, what is it?”

Fu Jingyao glanced at her. “Madam Wu, go change Lin Xi’s clothes.”

Madam Wu rolled her eyes. “Right away.”

She took a step, then clutched her waist and cried out in pain.

“Young…Young Master, my back…it’s gone!”

“Oh dear, getting old really brings on all sorts of ailments.  Sick as a dog, I am.”

“I’m severely injured.  I’m afraid I can’t attend to Madam. Young Master, you’ll have to do it yourself.”

Fu Jingyao: …