Chapter 87 : Let the Mr. eat the leftovers

Fu Sichan couldn’t help but frown.

His expression was stern, and his cold voice carried an air of aloofness, “Is there something you need?”

Jian Ling, observing him up close, found that he was even more striking in person than in photos.

Fu Sichan was not like those delicate pretty boys, instead, he exuded a very masculine charm with his rugged, chiseled features, almost as if carved by a sculptor.

His eyes were deep and aloof, radiating a strong, aggressive aura.

“Mr. Fu, I’m a friend of Cheng Lin. You should have heard of me. My name is Jian Ling.”

After speaking, Jian Ling looked at him expectantly.

But Fu Sichan coldly responded with four words, “Never heard of you.”

With so many companions around Cheng Lin, even he couldn’t remember all their names.

And given Fu Sichan’s general indifference toward women, he naturally hadn’t heard of her.

“I’m an artist with Fengyin Media, currently their leading actress.”

Jian Ling thought that since Fengyin Media’s largest shareholding was held by the Fu family, Mr. Fu would certainly give her some face.

However, in reality, the Fu family’s investments in the cultural industry were numerous, and Fengyin Media was only a medium-sized company. Although it had considerable industry popularity, the Fu family never lacked profitable ventures, so Fu Sichan naturally wouldn’t pay too much attention.

Fu Sichan glanced at his watch.

Calculating the time, the little girl should be finishing her class soon.

Without even looking at Jian Ling, he walked past her with his eyes straight ahead.

Jian Ling hurried to catch up. “Mr. Fu, my recent role in a fantasy drama has been doing very well. You must have heard of it. If possible, could I add you to my contacts? If there are any events in the future, maybe you could consider me for the warm-up.”

Her voice was high-pitched and sounded almost breathless.

Fu Sichan, annoyed, coldly replied, “Get lost.”

He was most irritated by such pretentious people.

They were nothing compared to the pure and kind-hearted innocence of the little girl.

Just hearing this woman’s voice felt like an assault on his ears.

It was Jian Ling’s first time being rejected so bluntly by a man.

With her assistant and manager in tow, a whole entourage was behind her.

Her face burned with embarrassment, feeling awkward and unable to handle the situation.

The assistant comforted her, “Ling Ling, don’t be too disheartened. This man is notoriously indifferent to women and hard to please. If he’s not interested in you, it’s likely no woman in the world could make him feel otherwise.”

Jian Ling reflected on this and thought it made sense.

“True. If I can’t manage him, my rivals won’t either. At least, my relationship with Cheng Lin is strong, which gives me a better chance than others.”

With a bit more effort, she might just be able to build a connection with the Fu family.

……

As Jian Ling left the recording studio, Mu Qianqian’s face was flushed with excitement.

“Mr. I learned so much today. The teacher even praised my vocal abilities.”

Fu Sichan ruffled her hair, “Hmm, good.”

The young girl’s voice was indeed pleasant, ethereal and clear.

“Mr. I’m more confident about the school beauty contest next week than ever. I’m determined to win the twenty thousand yuan prize.”

Twenty thousand yuan… Just renting the recording studio for a day costs more than that.

“However, as long as the little girl is happy.”

“When is the competition?” Fu Sichan asked.

“Next Tuesday! Mr. will you come then?”

Fu Sichan declined, “I’ll be on a business trip next week, so I won’t have time.”

“Alright.”

Mu Qianqian lowered her head, disappointed.

Seeing the light dim in her eyes, Fu Sichan felt an unexpected pang of sympathy.

However, in his mind, work came before personal matters.

So, this time, she would have to be disappointed.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you out for a meal first.”

As they walked out of the recording studio, Jian Ling and her assistant had just gotten into their car. Turning around, they saw Fu Sichan and Mu Qianqian together.

The assistant was surprised, “Isn’t that the woman from the recording studio earlier? How is she with Mr. Fu?”

Jian Ling glanced over, her eyes burning with jealousy.

“So, Mr. Fu took her to the recording studio. No wonder the boss wouldn’t clear out the space for me.”

She hadn’t yet attached herself to Mr. Fu, so why did this woman get special treatment?

The assistant commented harshly, “This woman really has some tricks up her sleeve. Her face looks like it might be enhanced. I wonder which hospital did it, the results are quite good.”

Fu Sichan, leading the little girl by his side, probably wasn’t even aware of how gentle his gaze was.

Compared to the cold indifference he had shown Jian Ling earlier, Fu Sichan seemed like a completely different person.

“Vixen! Just wait!”

Jian Ling seethed with anger, her hostility towards Mu Qianqian reaching its peak!

…

Mu Qianqian was still unaware that she had been mistaken for a celebrity.

Fu Sichan took her to a high-end restaurant.

Although Mu Qianqian couldn’t see, the sound of the melodious violin music made it clear that this place was not cheap.

Mu Qianqian sensibly said, “Mr. don’t order too much. It’s a waste if we can’t finish it.”

Whether it’s wasting food or money, neither is acceptable.

Fu Sichan had already ordered very little for her, but surprisingly, Mu Qianqian couldn’t even finish such a small portion.

“Do you still want to gain weight? Hmm?”

Fu Sichan looked at her tiny portion and couldn’t help but feel a headache.

Taking care of a woman is really troublesome.

When will she ever put on some weight?

Mu Qianqian patted her round belly, almost in tears, “Mr. I really can’t eat anymore.”

She had grown accustomed to being hungry since childhood, and her small appetite was not something she could control.

Fu Sichan rubbed his temples in frustration, “Forget it.”

“Mr. I haven’t tried this tuna before. Can you help me finish it?”

Fu Sichan’s face darkened, “Little girl, you want me to eat your leftovers?”

The esteemed Mr. Fu, having to eat someone else’s leftovers?

Moreover, he had a severe cleanliness obsession, eating someone else’s leftovers would be deeply unsettling to him.

Mu Qianqian blushed with embarrassment, mumbling:

“It’s just that I feel it’s such a waste if we don’t finish it.”

After all, the food here was so expensive; she usually couldn’t afford to dine in such a pricey place.

“How about I eat a little slower?”

Mu Qianqian rubbed her belly, deciding to wait until she wasn’t so full before eating more slowly.

After a few minutes, she picked up her chopsticks to take a piece of fish, but her stomach simply couldn’t take it.

“Don’t force yourself if you can’t eat anymore. Don’t overstuff yourself.”

Fu Sichan took her chopsticks away.

Mu Qianqian frowned, “But this meal is so expensive, it feels like such a waste if we don’t finish it.”

Fu Sichan realized that this little girl was quite the money-conscious type.

Whenever money was involved, she seemed to get a bit confused.

Fu Sichan said coldly, “I’ll eat it for you.”

Since she was so concerned about the waste, he might as well, albeit reluctantly, finish the remaining fish.

Fu Sichan took a piece of tuna and elegantly placed it in his mouth.

Surprisingly, although he was eating her leftovers, he didn’t feel much aversion.