"I've bought this seaside villa for 100 million yuan. Xiaojin, can you come back to me now?"
Fu Qingye's voice was like a spell, tightly binding her, squeezing, making her stiff. It was more like a cage than the cold icy rain.
100 million yuan. How long would it take her to earn that much?
"Fu Qingye, do you want to buy out the rest of my life with this 100 million yuan?" There was only endless sorrow and disappointment left in Shen Youjin's clear eyes. "What will you do if I'm not willing?"
Fu Qingye hooked the corner of his mouth, answering irrelevantly, "Go inside and have a look first, okay?"
Shen Youjin watched as he confidently pushed open the door of the villa and led her in.
When all the lights came on, Shen Youjin was shocked by what was in front of her eyes.
The villa was exactly the same as when she lived with her mother. It was an exact one - to - one restoration.
It was hard to imagine how much effort and money Fu Qingye had spent on this. An ordinary person simply couldn't have done it.
She quickly walked into her original bedroom. There was a beautiful princess bed with a romantic combination of blue and pink.
Even the crystal vase on the windowsill was still there, with a bunch of blooming perfume lilies in it, seemingly unaffected by the thunderstorm outside.
"Do you think there's anyone else willing to do this for you?"
Fu Qingye stood behind her, his warm palm resting on her delicate shoulder. His voice was like wispy vines, quietly twining around her nerves. "Li Nanchuan has a fiancée. Even if he leaves the political arena, he won't stand up for you. Jiang Zeshen is a playboy. He doesn't care about spending a few million yuan for fun, but in his heart, every woman has a price tag. Unless you're Xia Linlang. Gu Zhiyuan, your mentor, clearly knew that this villa had always been a pain in your heart. He had the ability but didn't help you. Guess why? And that Bai Beichen, he simply doesn't have the ability to meet your value. Maybe in another ten years, he'll be able to afford this villa for you."
Each note of his voice was like a carefully set instruction, unconsciously taking firm control of one's thoughts. It was like being brainwashed and hard to extricate oneself.
"Xiaojin, you're the only one for me. As long as you ask, everything I have is yours."
Shen Youjin stood there. Thunder rumbled outside the window, and lightning tore through the night sky like a silver snake.
In that brief moment, the perfume lilies in the crystal vase looked even more delicate and charming under the illumination, as if stubbornly showing their beauty in the wind and rain.
She stared quietly, and her slender fingers slowly tightened.
"Fu Qingye..." Her voice was ethereal and pleasant, with surging emotions hidden beneath the calm, ready to swallow people at any time. "Sick love will only make people kneel forever. Only true love can make people walk independently. Do you understand?"
Fu Qingye's pupils trembled, as if experiencing a soul - shaking earthquake.
"Xiaojin, I don't understand what you're saying. No one has ever taught me. I just want to be with you."
All he had seen since childhood were his parents who were in name only and all kinds of underhanded intrigues.
Only Shen Youjin was the only salvation in his world. Even though she had once tried to escape from him, he didn't mind.
He could give her what others couldn't. He always firmly believed that as long as he gave more, Shen Youjin would sooner or later return to his side.
After all, she had once liked him so much that she was willing to accept everything he did to her.
"Fu Qingye, I can't be with you just because of this villa." Shen Youjin broke free from his palm, turned around, and looked directly into his deep eyes. "I can write you an IOU. I'm willing to pay the interest and anything else."
Her eyes were so clear and determined that Fu Qingye felt as if his heart was about to be torn apart. A touch of coldness flashed across his voice. "What will you do if I'm not willing?"
"I have no way out." Shen Youjin looked at him. "But if you give this villa to someone else, I will definitely hate you for the rest of my life."
Fu Qingye sneered, "Are you threatening me?"
"No." Shen Youjin was neither overbearing nor humble. "Your love is my only reliance. Besides that, I have no other way to resist you. I should thank you for giving me such a privilege."
Fu Qingye's eyes changed. Although the two were so close, it seemed as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them. His fingers tightened slightly, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart, a mixture of anger and helplessness. Shen Youjin's determination made him feel a sense of defeat he had never felt before. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.
After a while, he looked at Shen Youjin with a low voice and said, "You're right. I love you. As long as this love remains, I can't bear to see you sad."
Thinking of the time when the two broke up, when Shen Youjin was trapped under him and those desperate eyes, he couldn't force her again.
Hearing this, Shen Youjin let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I will definitely pay you back the 100 million yuan as soon as possible. I will always remember this kindness."
"I don't need you to remember my kindness." Fu Qingye looked at her, and the strong emotion was like a spider's web, tightly binding her. "I want you to remember me, and never forget me for the rest of your life."
Shen Youjin felt a pang in her heart. She had once loved Fu Qingye. Hearing him say this at this moment, it felt as if the dead memories were attacking her again.
"I won't forget." She pursed her lips. "If you need my help in the future, I will definitely do my best."
Anyway, when they were together, Fu Qingye had helped her block the Shen family. Now that they had broken up, only he had bought this villa for her without hesitation.
A gentleman judges by deeds rather than intentions. She must repay this favor.
Although she didn't know what she could do to help Fu Qingye, she always felt that one day he would need her.
Fu Qingye didn't answer. Asking a woman for help wasn't his style. All he wanted was Shen Youjin herself.
"It's raining so heavily. Stay here. I have something to do tomorrow, so I'll go back first." Fu Qingye casually threw a key into her hand. "I'll send you the password of the villa to your phone later."
He put one hand in his pocket, his straight figure standing like a pillar of support. Each step left a deep mark.
Shen Youjin looked at the key in her hand. It seemed to be the key to the villa's door.
He had even given this to her to make her feel at ease.
The rain was still falling outside, but a big stone in Shen Youjin's heart finally fell to the ground.
She slowly paced inside the villa, stretching out her slender fingers and gently stroking the furniture beside her.
The texture was as smooth as silk, and every curve exuded a luxurious atmosphere.
Her fingertips glided across the delicate carvings, as if touching the traces of time.
Although so much time had passed and many things were new, she still had an urge to cry.
Just then, her phone vibrated.
She thought it was the password sent by Fu Qingye, but when she looked down, she couldn't help but frown. It was a friend verification from a stranger.
"—— Shen Youjin, do you think you've won?"