Chapter Fifteen: Fu Shiyong and Yang Chen Meet and Reveal the Truth

“Shiyong, what are you looking at?” Yuyue frowned, trying to peek at the phone.

But Fu Shiyong was quicker, swiftly turning off the screen, a faint smile curling on his thin lips.

His voice was as gentle and indulgent as always.

He smoothed the strands of hair that the wind had tousled around her temples and said with a smile, “Good girl, there’s been a bit of trouble with the LA project. I need to make a quick trip back to the office. You...”

“It’s fine, go handle it. You know, in my heart, Fu Shiyong, you will always be the most important.”

Yuyue was plain-looking, but the overwhelming, passionate clarity of her love was deeply comforting.

During the three years Yuzhao was away, it was precisely this love that kept him going until now!

In truth, more than affection, what he felt for this fiancée was guilt and gratitude.

“Wait, Shiyong!”

Just as the car was about to pull away, Yuyue blushed and leaned closer.

With a sidelong glance, she unintentionally caught sight of the glass wall of the venue.

There, a woman dressed in safety gear, wearing a comically exaggerated helmet, was being “beaten up” by queued players!

“Then, will you kiss me?”

“After all, as the future Mrs. Fu, I’m still a virgin with no experience of even a connected kiss.”

“Husband, I’m really so embarrassing!”

She deliberately said the last word loudly.

Inside the window, the “prop” being battered stiffened sharply under a strong man’s fist.

Smack, smack, smack—

The next player cursed and slapped three hard slaps.

Yuzhao’s head, hidden inside the heavy helmet, bobbed wildly.

She felt dizzy and nauseous.

Yet from the ventilation shaft came Yuyue’s voice calling “Husband.”

She was damned, unable to tear her eyes away from them.

What exactly was she hoping for?

Yuzhao, you’ve become a wreck, what else can you possibly hope for?

Crash! A loud bang.

Three rowdy teenagers hoisted her up and slammed her head against the glass like a hammer hitting a bell.

Almost simultaneously, the sharp scent of blood burst from her nose.

Fu Shiyong cupped Yuyue’s chin, kissing her so carefully, so deeply.

Spurt!

Blood dripped from her lips with each kiss.

One by one, the players scattered in fright.

The boss, looking disgusted, threw five hundred yuan at her and casually dumped her near a back alley.

“A black market without even an ID, sickly and unlucky, why don’t you just die!”

Yuzhao clutched the five hundred yuan bills tightly, staggering to her feet.

Her thin secondhand clothes hung loosely on her frail, paper-thin frame, offering no warmth.

By the roadside, a Rolls-Royce started moving slowly.

Fu Shiyong and Yuyue, like young lovers in their first romance, held hands through the window, reluctant to part.

“Fu Shiyong, if—if three years ago I hadn’t fallen ill…”

“If I were still healthy and hadn’t left you and Yiyi…”

“Would I still be the one you cherish and love now?”

In the grimy, dim street corner,

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