Chapter 39: I Find It Disgusting

“Why are you here?!”

Fu Jingcheng stood on a small stool to open the door. The moment his black grape-like eyes saw the visitor, the smile on his face froze instantly.

He pressed his lips together, glaring unwelcomingly at the man standing before him.

“You’re not welcome here. Leave now!”

Fu Jingcheng still vividly remembered how Fu Yanci had forcefully taken him away two days ago and threatened his mother.

He was a very vengeful kid!

Fu Yanci looked down and briefly glanced at the child who didn’t even reach his thigh, clearly not taking him seriously.

He frowned and looked inside the house, his deep voice carrying displeasure. “Where’s your mother?”

Fu Jingcheng’s expression tightened, his big black eyes locked onto Fu Yanci, lips pressed in silence.

But he stood firmly in front of Fu Yanci, clearly preventing him from taking another step forward.

Seeing this, Fu Yanci’s patience wore thin. He said coldly, “I’ll ask one more time—where is your mother?”

Fu Jingcheng snorted, “I—”

“Chengcheng, who’s at the door?”

Before he could finish, a cool voice came from behind—clear and pleasant, like jade clinking together.

As the voice fell, Ruan Liuzheng appeared at the entrance. Her calm features slightly frowned the moment she saw Fu Yanci. “Why are you here?”

Seeing mother and son sharing the exact same hostile expression, Fu Yanci was so angry he actually laughed.

His lips pressed into a thin line, his face dark and gloomy. “Ruan Liuzheng, have you forgotten your place?”

“As the wife of the Fu Group’s president, instead of staying at the Beishan Villa, you insist on coming to this birdcage of a place. If you’re not ashamed, I am.”

His voice was low and cold, seething with contempt.

Ruan Liuzheng raised her eyelids slightly, her gaze indifferent. “Where I live has nothing to do with you.”

“Fu Yanci, from the day we got married, have you ever treated me like your wife?”

She sneered, raising her hand to shut the door.

She didn’t like letting irrelevant people inside—especially Fu Yanci. She found him disgusting.

But Fu Yanci had anticipated her move. He took a quick step forward, wedging his leg into the doorway to stop her.

His black eyes narrowed as he peered over Ruan Liuzheng’s shoulder.

“Putting on an act, are we? Zhiqing said you’re keeping a wild man here. Tell me—is he hiding inside?”

He stepped into the living room, his eyes sweeping coldly across the space, his expression growing darker.

His pitch-black eyes signaled an impending storm.

“Ruan Liuzheng, you’d better give me a straight answer. My patience has limits!”

Ruan Liuzheng led her son inside, looking at Fu Yanci standing in her living room like he owned the place. Her gaze turned icy.

She scoffed. “Fu Yanci, this is my home—not your playground!”

Her gaze was calm, but her tone reeked of disgust.

“Don’t think everyone is as dirty as you. Hiding mistresses in golden cages? That’s your style—not mine.”

Fu Yanci’s male pride flared at her mocking tone.

His face darkened, his glare like knives slicing toward Ruan Liuzheng, filled with rage and frost.

After a long moment, he sneered, “You don’t have to provoke me. I’m going to find that bastard no matter what. Let’s see what you’ll say when I have all the proof!”

He then started to ransack the house violently.

Terrified, Fu Jingcheng hid behind Ruan Liuzheng, whispering, “Mom…”

She glanced down, soothing her son gently, then raised her eyes to look at Fu Yanci tearing through her home like a madman.

Her expression remained calm, though her gaze grew colder and colder—like it could freeze the air.

She didn’t bother trying to stop him. She knew well the strength gap between men and women—if she fought back, she’d only suffer.

So why waste energy?

Instead, she let him act out his tantrum. There were always other ways to handle things.

Her lips curled slightly into a cold, thin smile.

Her expression was calm, but a flicker of something dark passed through her eyes—gone in an instant.

…

Ten minutes later, the house was a mess.

Fu Yanci slouched lazily on the couch, a cigarette burning at his fingertips.

His suit jacket was open, and his hair was slightly tousled from all the chaos, giving him an oddly rakish look.

He glanced at Ruan Liuzheng, eyes dark and unreadable.

Perhaps because she was at home, she wasn’t in her usual strict black office attire but wore a light-colored knit dress.

Her features were delicate, her skin pale and her eyes round. Usually, in front of him, she would put on a cold mask or act timid and weak.

No man would want to see either of those expressions every day.

But now, her gaze was firm and unyielding—not a hint of cowardice in sight.

Though still expressionless, her attire softened her chill.

Besides, he hadn’t found any trace of another man in her home. He had to admit—he was somewhat satisfied.

For once, Fu Yanci felt a flicker of something unusual in his heart.

And wasn’t tonight the perfect chance to take advantage of it?

Feeling no more guilt, he crushed the cigarette and walked toward Ruan Liuzheng, a faint smile playing on his lips.

His eyes shimmered with obvious intent.

Ruan Liuzheng noticed immediately. She crossed her arms, her cold eyes tinged with frost.

She looked down at the mess he made, then smiled thinly. “Are you done throwing your tantrum?”

Her voice was calm, as serene as her face.

Fu Yanci paused, then raised an eyebrow. His voice grew gentler, “Not bad. I’m satisfied. You didn’t let me down, Ruan Liuzheng.”

He thought her recent defiance was just a temper tantrum.

His lips curved upward as he looked at her with confident smugness.

Ruan Liuzheng snorted coldly, her eyes full of mockery.

How self-important. What gave him the confidence?

She raised her brows and said sarcastically, “Fu Yanci, stop acting like this is some drama. I simply don’t stoop to such shady behavior.”

“Because I find it disgusting.”

She gave him a look of contempt, scanning him up and down.

Fu Yanci’s gaze darkened.

That little spark of affection he had just felt vanished instantly, replaced with fury.

He pressed his lips together in a tight line and glared at her icily.

After a moment, he sneered, “So what if you find it dirty? Aren’t you still going to use ‘it’ soon? Who are you pretending for, Ruan Liuzheng?”

“I’m telling you—I have things to do later. Let’s get this over with. Don’t waste my time.”

He dusted off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves with practiced grace.

Every move exuded elite arrogance.

Ruan Liuzheng narrowed her eyes, staring at him coldly, her expression full of disdain.

She said, “Get this over with? Who do you think you are, Fu Yanci? You think you deserve it?”

“You want another child to please Old Master Fu, to secure your spot in the Fu Group? Dream on!”

Her voice rang firm and decisive. Her gaze toward Fu Yanci was sharp and unwavering. “You won’t touch me—not even a finger!”

Fu Yanci snorted, his eyes mocking. “That’s not up to you. Let’s wait and see!”

He slowly advanced toward her, a faint, icy smile on his lips, completely ignoring her warning.

“Sure, this was unpleasant—but think of it as our little game. Wife, I don’t mind at all.”

His smiling face and voice were filled with a creepy undertone.

Ruan Liuzheng closed her eyes, then opened them, now filled with icy light.

“Fu Yanci, I’ll ask you one last time—are you leaving or not?”

They were still legally married. She didn’t want to make a scene or air their dirty laundry in public.

Fu Yanci raised an eyebrow, amused that she still hadn’t given up.

He chuckled, “Ruan Liuzheng, today is your ovulation day. I calculated this. After this window, even if you beg me, I won’t come!”

He looked at her sideways, his tone selfish and cold.

Ruan Liuzheng stared at him and suddenly let out two sarcastic laughs.

How low can he go?

She looked up, her cold gaze tinged with ridicule.

“So I should thank you, then? For being so considerate?”

Fu Yanci frowned, “Ruan Liuzheng, what’s with your sarcasm again? If it weren’t for Grandpa, I wouldn’t even look at you!”

Ruan Liuzheng scoffed. She inhaled deeply, too tired to keep up this charade.

Finally, she said, “Right back at you.”

“This is your last chance: leave on your own, or I’ll have someone escort you out.”

She pulled out her phone, her eyes cold and heartless.

Any remaining love from the past was completely gone.