Chapter 6: Fu Ciyu, Is He Good-Looking?

“You think it needs to be said by someone else? Haven’t your actions already been obvious enough?”

“Tell me, what exactly did I do? Did Shen Man put something in your head again?”

“Manman didn’t say anything.”

“Heh, Manman! Manman! You’re my mother, not Shen Man’s. Shen Man has her own parents!” Qu Wanwan said coldly.

“And another thing—stop going on about things you have no proof of. If you’re that bored, I’ll ask Father to find something for you to do.”

“Qu Wanwan, you—”

Qu Wanwan turned and walked away without looking back.

As soon as she stepped out the front gate, she called Qu Muqing.

“Ge, there’s something I’m not sure I should say—”

Qu Muqing let out a laugh of disbelief. “There are actually things Qu Wanwan hesitates to say?”

“Ge!”

“Alright, go on.”

“I suspect—”

“You suspect Shen Man, or Madam Jiang?”

Qu Wanwan was startled. “Ge, you knew what I was going to say?”

“Hmph! I’ve always known what you were thinking since we were kids—except when it came to Ciyu.”

“Ge, I was wrong. I’ll go apologize to him tonight.”

“I’m still looking into this. Don’t get involved for now, and don’t let Father find out,” Qu Muqing said solemnly.

“Alright, I understand.”

After ending the call, Qu Wanwan went to the garage and picked out a red Porsche.

By the time she arrived at Nanshan Café, it was already 3 p.m.

She stood in the farthest corner outside the café, watching the two people inside glancing around anxiously. In that moment, she could only think how blind she must have been in her past life!

Turning around, she headed to the dessert shop next door.

In her previous life, she’d heard from Qingye that when Fu Ciyu was in a bad mood, he liked buying desserts from this place.

Later, she found out—it was only because she liked them, that he liked them too.

“Hello, may I help you?” The server greeted her with a pleasant smile.

“One mango mousse cake, one blueberry scone, and a lemon tart.”

“Certainly. Please wait a moment.”

Qu Wanwan took a seat by the window, pulled out her phone, and began scrolling through Weibo.

Then, on a whim, she snapped a quick selfie.

Meanwhile, inside Nanshan Café, the atmosphere had turned heavy and tense.

“Master Fu?” The café manager, quick-eyed and sharp, immediately noticed his arrival and hurried over to greet him.

Fu Ciyu’s face was taut, his dark eyes concealing a brewing storm. His lips were tightly pressed together as he stood silently—clearly waiting for someone.

Lu Yu and Shen Man exchanged glances, both catching the amusement in each other’s eyes.

“The real show’s about to begin.”

“But… why isn’t she here yet?”

“I’ll check.”

With that, Shen Man sent a message to Qu Wanwan: Wanwan, where are you? Why haven’t you arrived yet?

Next Door at the Dessert Shop

Qu Wanwan’s eyes lit up as she looked at the desserts laid out on the table. She snapped a photo.

Then she posted it on Weibo: All things in this world are bitter—will you be my salvation?

Something occurred to her, and she took another photo—this time with herself and the desserts—and sent it via text to the man currently fuming in the café.

Fu Ciyu, do I look good?

Inside Nanshan Café, the sudden vibration of a phone shattered the suffocating tension.

Everyone instinctively looked down to check if it was their own phone buzzing.

No one even dared breathe too loudly in that moment—let alone take a call.

To their surprise, the man teetering on the edge of fury pulled out his phone. The moment he saw the message, the gloom in his eyes vanished without a trace.

Even Qingyun and Qingye behind him looked puzzled.

“Master?”

“Let’s go.”

Fu Ciyu strode toward the door, but paused at the entrance. Turning back, he addressed everyone in the café:

“Apologies for disturbing your time today. All the bills are on Fu Group—except for those two.”

He pointed directly at Lu Yu and Shen Man seated by the window.

Only after Fu Ciyu left did the crowd finally dare to speak.

“Good lord! That was terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!”

“You don’t understand—if I stayed there any longer, my hormones would’ve gone completely out of whack!”

“Don’t even mention it. I didn’t dare breathe the whole time!”

Fu Ciyu stepped into the dessert shop and immediately saw the woman with puffed cheeks, stuffing bite after bite into her mouth.

There was a bit of cream at the corner of her lips, and seemingly uncomfortable with the mess, she stuck out her tongue to lick it off.

The sight made Fu Ciyu’s gaze darken, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

Damn it.

As if sensing the intense heat of his stare, Qu Wanwan looked up.

He was already looking down at her, and the shadow in his eyes slowly dissolved.

With her mouth completely stuffed, Qu Wanwan couldn’t speak, so she waved at Fu Ciyu, motioning for him to come over.

Fu Ciyu closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, his expression was calm and composed.

He slowly walked over to her, looked down, and asked in a deep voice, “Why are you here?”

Qu Wanwan quickly swallowed the last bite of cake in her mouth, just about to answer—

But—

Damn it! She choked!

Noticing her sudden expression shift, Fu Ciyu sighed, circled around behind her, and gently patted her back. Then he picked up the glass of water on the table and placed it in her hand.

Qu Wanwan caught her breath and said softly, “I was craving something sweet, so I came.”

Fu Ciyu responded coolly, “Not here to meet someone?”

Qu Wanwan frowned. “Meet someone? Who?”

“Forget it. Doesn’t concern me.”

With that, he turned to leave.

But her slender, elegant fingers suddenly clutched the sleeve of his coat, holding him back.

Fu Ciyu halted, turning his gaze toward her.

She kept her eyes lowered, looking up at him through damp lashes, her lips pressed together in a pitiful pout.

Fu Ciyu’s expression darkened. “Don’t bite your lip.”

Qu Wanwan instinctively puffed her cheeks, her voice soft and sweet as she mumbled, “Fu Ciyu, you’re being mean to me—”

“I—”

She whimpered and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

Fu Ciyu’s body went rigid.

“Let go—” His voice was low and hoarse.

Qu Wanwan shook her head fiercely in his embrace. “No—”

“Qu Wanwan!” Fu Ciyu’s eyes darkened, his tone deep and restrained.

“What?” she muttered, not even lifting her head.

“I said, let go!” His voice grew heavier.

“No. If I let go, you’ll leave.” Qu Wanwan sounded utterly aggrieved.

Above her came a helpless sigh. “I won’t go.”

“Really?”

“Mm.”

“Then sit down. I have something I want to say to you,” Qu Wanwan mumbled softly.

Fu Ciyu let out a soft sigh. “Alright.”

Outside the window, Qingyun had been watching everything unfold, her gaze turning cold.

“Hmph, so what if she changed her approach? Master still won’t forgive her.”

“Qingyun!” Qingye called out sternly.

“What? Am I wrong?” Qingyun’s voice was laced with emotion. “What does she take Master for? A thing? Something to toss aside when she’s done with it?”

“Qingyun! You’re overstepping!” Qingye’s expression darkened.

“Qingye, we’re the same kind of people. You have no right—and no authority—to lecture me.” She swept her eyes over him.

Qingye’s face grew more grim, his tone heavier. “Don’t forget the rules of the Shadow Division.”

At that, Qingyun immediately fell silent.

Inside, the atmosphere had taken on a strange tension.

Qu Wanwan stared at Fu Ciyu—how could someone be this handsome?

The man sitting across from her was strikingly eye-catching.

He exuded a cool elegance and innate nobility. Even with his legs crossed and clad in a perfectly tailored suit, nothing could conceal the raw power that radiated from his entire being.

“Have you looked enough?”

Fu Ciyu’s deep, magnetic voice slipped into Qu Wanwan’s ears, making her cheeks flush a delicate pink.

“No… not enough,” she murmured.

“It feels like I’ll never get enough…”

“Can I look at you like this every day from now on?”

Fu Ciyu’s gaze flickered, a faint, bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Qu Wanwan…”

“While I still haven’t changed my mind, stay away from me.”