Chapter 59: Instantly Embracing Fu Jianzhi’s Waist

Although Zhou Niannian was Fu Zheng’s cousin, Fu Zheng found her incessant crying and clinginess particularly annoying. Not to mention, Zhou Niannian acted like a lovesick fool around Fu Jianzhi.

Fu Zheng, like Fu Quan, didn’t like Fu Jianzhi and saw him as an obstacle in their path to success. Despite their dislike, both brothers found themselves unable to deal with Fu Jianzhi, enduring his dominance over the years.

With their favorite dishes picked over, having the chef prepare more would mean waiting with an empty stomach for a long time.

Fu Zheng was frustrated: “Why are you crying? Can’t you see that Fu Jianzhi dislikes you?”

It wasn’t just Fu Jianzhi; Fu Zheng disliked any woman who acted like this toward him.

Zhou Niannian was angered: “You—”

Zhou Yanhui was unhappy: “Fu Zheng, how can you speak to your cousin like that?”

Zhou Yanhui knew that it was very difficult to get rid of Fu Jianzhi. The best current strategy was to make Zhou Niannian Fu Jianzhi’s wife. This way, even if Old Master Fu passed away one day, Fu Jianzhi couldn’t treat them too harshly.

Fu Jianzhi, being a gentleman, would never physically harm a woman or say insulting things. Whenever Zhou Niannian clung to him, he would simply ignore and avoid her, never resorting to violence.

If Fu Jianzhi treated Zhou Niannian as he did Fu Zheng and Fu Quan, she would likely be scared away without him needing to refuse her.

Fu Zheng, unable to tolerate the situation any longer, left the table.

Zhou Yanhui sighed: “Niannian, don’t worry about your cousin. If you want to attract Jianzhi, you’ll need to change your approach. He doesn’t respond to persistent nagging.”

Zhou Niannian bit her lip: “Didn’t you say before that strong men like Fu Jianzhi prefer delicate, gentle women?”

“That was before,” Zhou Yanhui replied. “Now, it’s clear what he prefers.”

Zhou Niannian looked at the food on the table. She knew Fu Jianzhi wouldn’t be picky about his food. Given his background, he wouldn’t obsess over only eating his favorites. It must have been Mu Ruo who ate it all.

Did Fu Jianzhi prefer women who could eat?

Zhou Niannian picked up a piece of braised pork for herself.

“Don’t pretend to be sick in the future,” Zhou Yanhui sighed. “I know it might be hard to change right away, but we’ll take it slow. Be more generous, and outshine Mu Ruo.”

At that moment, the graceful Mu Ruo was hugging a soft bunny toy, looking pitifully at Fu Jianzhi: “Can I really not go back tonight? If I’m late tomorrow and delay the filming, the director will be furious.”

“You can,” Fu Jianzhi said, heading towards the restroom. “But Butler Li has already gone home. You’ll need to take a taxi from the hospital entrance yourself.”

Mu Ruo: “I can’t find the main entrance of the hospital.”

It wasn’t that Mu Ruo was directionally challenged, but the hospital was too large and its layout quite complicated.

If it were daytime, she might have figured it out. But at night, she was a bit lost.

Fu Jianzhi: “Should I take you?”

Mu Ruo blinked: “Is that okay?”

“It’s not,” Fu Jianzhi replied. “But I can send a message to your director.”

“Forget it then,” Mu Ruo thought for a moment. “Our relationship isn’t something the director should know about.”

Mu Ruo was aware of her status. She knew that being Fu Jianzhi’s legitimate wife would benefit her, but it wouldn’t be good for him. Their relationship was purely contractual.

Mu Ruo felt quite content with what she had now and didn’t want to leverage Fu Jianzhi’s status to gain more. If the director scolded her, so be it. Everyone in the crew, from the photographers to the actors, had been scolded before—even top actors.

Fu Jianzhi’s room in the hospital was a private space equipped with everything he might need, and it was decorated in a style similar to his home. Mu Ruo noticed a pair of ornaments on the desk. They were black wooden figures, shaped like small, cute animals resembling little qilins or lions. They smelled nice, and she couldn’t help but pick one up and touch it.

When Fu Jianzhi came out, Mu Ruo asked curiously, “What kind of carving is this? It smells really good.”

“Pixiu,” Fu Jianzhi replied with a smile that was almost a smirk. “If you want it, you can use your salary from next month to pay for it.”

Mu Ruo: “My monthly salary for something like this?”

Fu Jianzhi: “It’s worth thirty million.”

Mu Ruo wished she could cut off her own hand. Was it really okay to touch the CEO’s things like this? Of course not. Her favorite lipstick cost a few thousand at most, and she kept it in a special makeup box organized by color and brand. Meanwhile, items worth tens of millions were just casually displayed on the desk.

“Forget it, I need my salary next month for clothes and bags. Why is something so expensive just sitting here?”

Wasn’t he afraid a mischievous kid might break it?

Fu Jianzhi casually said, “It’s a Pixiu for warding off evil spirits. The hospital is haunted.”

Mu Ruo’s face turned pale: “Really?”

Fu Jianzhi smiled and said nothing.

Of course, it wasn’t true. Who believed in such things these days?

Mu Ruo, who had worked in the film industry for a long time, did believe in such things. During the filming of historical dramas, she had encountered some eerie events, which had led her to visit temples to burn incense regularly.

Fu Jianzhi’s comment made her believe it, and she was easily spooked by the thought of hospitals being creepy, often hearing strange stories about them.

She became paranoid while taking a shower, suspecting there might be something outside the window.

After showering, Mu Ruo went to bed beside Fu Jianzhi. He turned off the lights.

Unable to sleep, Mu Ruo asked, “Have you ever encountered anything like this before?”

Fu Jianzhi found it amusing that she was still thinking about this after more than half an hour. The Pixiu was indeed a protective charm, but he had placed it there mainly because he disliked the smell of hospital disinfectant. The sandalwood provided a calming fragrance to the room.

“I have,” Fu Jianzhi said nonchalantly, “When I was young, I saw a woman in white clothes with disheveled hair standing outside the window.”

At that moment, perhaps due to the wind or rain outside, the window in their room made a noise. Mu Ruo was startled and immediately hugged Fu Jianzhi’s waist.

The softness and fragrance of her body felt like an addictive drug to him.

Fu Jianzhi’s voice was low: “Mu Ruo, why are you hugging me?”

Embarrassed, Mu Ruo quickly released her hold.