After Secretly Marrying the Top Celebrity, I Fell in Love - Chapter 22

Inside the office of the Artist Director at Jinhua Tower.

Cao Qin, dressed in an OL professional skirt suit, sat in the boss’s chair, with her fingers intertwined in front of her nose. Her willow-leaf eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and her gaze, full of subtle resentment, was directed towards the ‘little ancestor’ sitting on the sofa.

“Ancestor, are you really not going?” Cao Qin’s tone was gentle, as if she were coaxing a child.

Indeed, this was harder than coaxing a child.

Fu Yu leaned back lazily on the leather sofa, crossing her legs, and forcefully flipped the fashion magazine in her hand.

“No!” The woman’s cold, fair eyelids lowered slightly, her gaze still fixed on the magazine, her voice full of petulance.

Today, Fu Yu was wearing a black polka-dot short slip dress, with a lotus leaf hem cascading over her smooth, snow-white thighs. Her waist-length big wavy hair was casually gathered to one side of her chest.

She had delicate, defined features and a pair of naturally captivating black eyes. A few strands of raspberry red highlights in her hair added a touch of flirtatiousness, making her look both sexy and alluring.

“Give me a reason,” Cao Qin relaxed her brows and asked.

Fu Yu’s gaze paused. She gently bit her crimson lower lip, trying to quickly invent an excuse.

She had one!

Fu Yu put on a serious face and said, “I’m about to join a film crew soon. How can I have time to participate in some variety show?”

Cao Qin’s single sentence rendered Fu Yu speechless: “That’s next year.”

“…” Fu Yu lightly lowered her eyes, her mind racing, trying to come up with another reason or excuse.

Cao Qin: “Could it be true, what the netizens are saying? Not only do you two know each other privately…”

“But you actually have a feud?”

“…!” Fu Yu suddenly looked up, her gaze meeting her manager’s across the space. Her expression instantly turned sincere: “There is no feud.”

“Right, you two haven’t even been in the same frame, how could there be a feud,” Cao Qin agreed, nodding. Then, she suddenly changed the subject, “Then why are you unwilling to participate in a variety show with her?”

“What? Are you really afraid of being compared?”

“Sister Cao, are you deliberately provoking me?” Fu Yu curved her lips, looking at her manager with a faint, mocking smile.

“Stop! It’s not me,” Cao Qin quickly waved her hands and explained, “It’s someone else who is deliberately provoking you.”

“Jiang Yiluo’s side has already agreed. If we back out now, who knows what the media will write. Not only will they say that Fu Yu is being a diva, but it will also confirm the rumors that the two of you are on bad terms privately.”

“I’m giving you three days; think about it carefully,” Cao Qin said seriously, “I respect your decision.”

“Of course, I trust your judgment even more.”

Coming out of the office, Fu Yu held the contract for Ten Mile Lotus Pond in her hand. With a casual flick, she tossed the contract to her assistant beside her.

Brown sunglasses rested on her straight, delicate nose, covering most of the woman’s face and concealing her expression.

Her pair of beautifully shaped red lips were lightly pursed.

Xiao Xiao followed behind Fu Yu, holding the contract and hurrying to keep up. But Fu Yu was walking too fast, and short-legged Xiao Xiao was almost left behind.

“Teacher Fu, please slow down, wait for me!”

Helplessly, Xiao Xiao eventually had to jog to keep pace.

Exiting the building, Xiao Xiao held a sun umbrella to shield Fu Yu from the blazing ultraviolet rays overhead, and the two walked together toward a black commercial van parked by the roadside.

Back home, Fu Yu went straight back to the second-floor bedroom without a word. She hadn’t spoken since leaving the manager’s office.

Xiao Xiao turned and went to the kitchen, approached the smart refrigerator that was taller than she was, and took out a box of fresh lychees. She also retrieved a can of fine black tea from the cupboard.

She planned to make Fu Yu’s favorite lychee fruit tea.

Having been Fu Yu’s side for so many years, Xiao Xiao was already familiar with her temper and favorite tastes.

Fu Yu could be a bit moody—most rich young ladies have some temper. But Fu Yu was also very easy to appease; just a glass of ice-cold lychee fruit tea could do the trick.

Sure enough, upon seeing the lychee fruit tea, Fu Yu’s mood instantly improved by more than half. Like a little girl who had received candy, a smile touched the corners of her eyes and brows.

Cupping the lychee fruit tea, which had been specially prepared with ice cubes, she gently bit the straw and took a big sip of the sweet and sour fruit tea, her cheeks puffing out.

“Xiao Xiao, have you ever been in a relationship?” Fu Yu sat cross-legged on the comfortable beige sofa, looking up at her assistant across from her.

“Ah?” Xiao Xiao was momentarily stunned, then admitted frankly, “Of course, I have.”

Well, Xiao Xiao admitted that she was actually a bit of a heartbreaker. Counting properly, she had been in at least five officially confirmed relationships, not counting the ones where she was just flirting. Every time, she was the one who initiated the breakup. Ostensibly, the reasons for breaking up were all different and logical, but in reality, it boiled down to just two words: boredom.

“Then, can you forget him?” Fu Yu’s beautiful, shimmering eyes fixed on Xiao Xiao, eager for the answer from someone else.

“Forget him?” Xiao Xiao confirmed with a question, “Teacher Fu, are you talking about an ex?”

“Mhm,” Fu Yu paused, then nodded heavily.

Xiao Xiao adopted the air of a relationship expert and said, “Yes, of course! What’s so hard about forgetting? Don’t they say a qualified ex should be as good as dead? If the person is dead, what is there to forget…”

The carefree Xiao Xiao spoke eloquently, completely failing to notice the subtle change in Fu Yu’s expression.

“You’re right,” Fu Yu silently lowered her thick lashes and muttered two words flatly.

After speaking, Fu Yu bit the straw again, using the flattened straw to take another sip of the ice-cold lychee fruit tea.

Her black and white eyes gradually became distant, and her thoughts drifted away.

Inside the grand auction hall, the lights were bright, and dazzling white light shone on rare collection pieces.

The auctioneer, dressed in an elegant qipao, stood at the center of the stage. Her black hair was coiled at the back of her head, secured with an antique white jade hairpin.

The spotlight from overhead focused on the small gavel in the auctioneer’s hand. On the large screen behind her, a photo of an antique painting was currently displayed.

The auctioneer’s lips curved slightly, a modest and gentle smile gracing her face, and her voice was like the music of nature.

“The collection piece you are viewing now is one of the representative works of Tang Yin, a famous painter and poet of the Ming Dynasty in our country, Rainy Bamboo. It belongs to Tang Yin’s early works and is equally famous as Dongting Huangmao Isle Map and Zhenshoutang Map. As you can see, the painting primarily features two groups of dense leaves…”

In the guest seating area, the invited guests were all impeccably dressed. The male guests wore finely tailored high-end suits, looking both gentlemanly and refined. The female guests were all noble and elegant, with jewelry pieces casually worn that were worth millions.

Auctioneer: “The starting bid for this Rainy Bamboo is ten million.”

As soon as her voice fell, someone in the guest seating raised their numbered paddle, signaling an increase in the bid.

“Eleven million, once.”

“Twelve million, once…”

In the second-to-last row of the guest seating, a woman in all black sat quietly. She wore a pair of tea-colored sunglasses on her small, palm-sized face, and her full red lips were lightly pressed together beneath her high, delicate nose.

The woman’s expression was impassive, making her thoughts hard to guess.

The next second, the woman raised her numbered paddle.

“Thirty million,” the woman’s beautiful red lips parted, uttering three words.

The auctioneer’s 5.2 eyesight successfully located the bidder in just one second, and her sharp eyes looked towards the extraordinarily poised lady.

“Thirty million, once.”

“Thirty million, twice.”

“Thirty million, three times.”

“Sold!”

The auctioneer’s gavel rose and fell, and an invisible arc traced through the air, fixing the auction price of the antique painting at thirty million.

Auctioneer: “Congratulations to this lady, who has successfully bid for Tang Yin’s Rainy Bamboo for the price of thirty million.”

The woman’s face finally gained some color, and the corner of her mouth curled into a subtle arc.

Beside her, Manager Zhang, dressed in a designer suit, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his face, muttering silently.

Rich!

Truly fing rich!*

Exiting the club, Lin Yu was in an exceptionally good mood, humming a tune as she got into the car.

Although spending thirty million in a short while was truly painful, still, “a thousand pieces of gold cannot buy a heart’s desire.” Since a large sum of money had bought her heart’s desire, she was naturally happy.

Lowering her gaze, Lin Yu pulled out her phone from her handbag and suddenly saw an unread WeChat message. Clicking it open, it turned out to be from Fu Yu.

Fu Yu: [Miss Lin, are you free tonight?]

Checking the message time, it had been nearly an hour ago.

Damn it!

Lin Yu’s slender fingers quickly tapped the phone screen, typing a single Chinese character, and hitting send.

Lin Yu: [Yes]

After sending the message, Lin Yu stared intently at the phone screen. However, a full ten minutes passed without a reply from Fu Yu.

Lin Yu frowned slightly, her right index finger hovering over the words “Voice Call” on the screen.

After some thought, Lin Yu put away the idea of initiating a “Voice Call” to the other party.

They weren’t close enough for that yet.

Ding—the WeChat app suddenly made a notification sound.

Fu Yu: [Wanna come out for a drink tonight?]

Lin Yu’s eyes lit up, and her upward-curving smile was practically reaching the back of her head. Her fingertips flew over the phonetic keyboard, instantly replying with the character for “Good.”

Close to midnight, inside the massive bar private room, the air was filled with the rich aroma of red wine and a pleasant scent of citrus perfume.

Fu Yu leaned sideways on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine.

The dim lighting enveloped Fu Yu, and a beam of soft light happened to shine on the woman’s glossy, wine-stained red lips.

The lighting was too dark, cleverly concealing Fu Yu’s low spirits. Her two lips parted and closed, quietly uttering three words.

“Jiang Yiluo.”

Her nose stung, and the woman lifted her smooth chin. Raising the glass, she took a large gulp of the red wine inside.

As the spicy red wine just hit her stomach, the glass in her hand was snatched away.

“Stop drinking!” Lin Yu leaned slightly towards Fu Yu, grabbed the red wine from her hand, and then turned to place the glass heavily on the coffee table.

This person was the one who invited her out for a drink, yet she was drinking alone, glass after glass. Even though she occasionally joked and talked casually with Lin Yu, anyone with eyes could see she wasn’t happy at all.

“Miss Lin, you’re so fierce~” Fu Yu pouted.

Wait!! Was this person pouting at her?!

Fu Yu flirtatiously hooked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a very striking strand of long, raspberry-red wavy hair. She stared straight at Lin Yu with eyes that looked like they wanted to devour her.

“Miss Lin, do you want to sleep with me?”

“…!” Lin Yu’s eyes widened in shock, and she swallowed hard, “You’re drunk. I’ll take you home.”

With that, Lin Yu bent down, intending to help the leaning Fu Yu up from the sofa.

“Mhm… I’m not drunk.” Fu Yu took advantage of the movement, hooking her arms around Lin Yu’s shoulders. Her moist lips pressed close to the other person’s ear, and her hot breath lightly brushed against it.

“Miss Lin, do you want to sleep with me?”

Every word was branded onto Lin Yu’s heart, stimulating every nerve ending in her body.

Lin Yu’s eyes darkened. She only thought for two or three seconds before giving the other party her answer.

An answer expressed through action.

Lin Yu removed Fu Yu’s arms from her shoulders, turned the woman’s body to face her, and gazed at those tempting double lips.

Leaning in, Lin Yu tilted her head and enclosed the other person’s lips, sucking them forcefully.

Fu Yu lightly closed her long eyelashes, let out a soft gasp, and her body instinctively trembled slightly, like a fully bloomed, gorgeous red rose, shaking off a petal.

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