Lu Zhiqian spoke in a calm tone as he unscrewed his water bottle. One couldn't help but admit that even the way this man drank water was extremely pleasing to the eye.
However, her heart was already occupied by another man. Seeing others didn't stir much emotion in her.
"He's been waiting for an excuse to get at me. I'm not stupid enough to wait for him to catch me making a mistake. Grandma asked me to stay a few more days. I heard from others that originally Fu Liangshen didn't even live there, but then he moved in. His intentions are pretty obvious."
Feng Yu shrugged and said, "I'm really not afraid of him coming at me openly. If he dares to bully me, I won't be scared. I'm just worried about him playing dirty tricks."
Then she stroked her chin and said, "You know, this Young Master Fu, why is he so vengeful? I thought a person in charge of the Fu family would be calm and collected, able to handle things with ease like you."
Lu Zhiqian's hand holding the water bottle froze for a moment.
He slowly tightened the cap on the bottle, his eyes cold and indifferent. "You mean I'm more suited to be a bad guy?"
Feng Yu coughed. "Well, Mr. Lu, the movie star, I'm complimenting your acting skills. Sometimes your acting is so good that people can't tell if you're really acting."
The girl piled on the smiles and flattery.
Unlike the usual flattering words he heard, Lu Zhiqian's eyes remained calm, showing no great disgust.
"When are you going online?"
"Huh?"
"Didn't you say you'd take me to play games?" Lu Zhiqian said.
Feng Yu tilted her head and looked at him. She really didn't expect that this movie star, who seemed so cold and aloof, would be so addicted to games.
"Mr. Lu, the movie star, actually I've wanted to say this for a while. With your personality, shouldn't you prefer characters like monks who are detached from worldly desires? Why do you always choose high - difficulty assassins or killers?"
Lu Zhiqian's eyes were calm. He looked at Feng Yu, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"Is there any point in challenging something without difficulty?"
Feng Yu looked at him. His face hadn't changed at all, but she actually felt as if he was smiling. It was really amazing.
He sure had a big ego.
"It seems that Mr. Lu, the movie star, is a person who likes challenges."
"Don't you like challenges?" Lu Zhiqian countered, making Feng Yu feel as if he was insinuating something.
Feng Yu propped her chin up and thought. "It depends on what kind of challenge it is. If the challenge can gain the recognition of the person I like, then I'll definitely accept it. But if it's just a boring challenge, then I may not be interested."
"Is this why you're still in Bronze?"
Feng Yu raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that Mr. Lu, the movie star, would know about the previous incident in the game Divine Glory.
She shrugged. "Playing ranked matches is just for a ranking, but that ranking doesn't mean much to me. Even if I get first place, so what? It's lonely at the top. It's more fun being in Bronze. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met Ge'er."
She didn't have many friends, so she didn't care about how high her ranking was. Anyway, there were only a few friends in her contact list.
What would it matter if she got first place?
She had never been very eager for first place since she was a child.
It wasn't that she didn't have the ability to achieve it, but she just couldn't understand the meaning of competing for first place.
What good would it do to be first?
Lu Zhiqian's eyes were deep. He looked at her, his unfathomable eyes filled with a strange light. After a long while, he finally said, "Only those who come first can gain everyone's attention."
Feng Yu frowned. "It's not like those who come second or third didn't work hard. Everyone has their own destiny. There's no need to fight so hard for something. As long as you've worked hard and can live up to yourself, isn't that enough?"
Lu Zhiqian's eyes changed. They became extremely gloomy and terrifying, with a cold glint in them.
"If you weren't the number one trending queen, would you have the right to stand in front of me and say these things?" Lu Zhiqian's eyes were calm again. All his sharpness disappeared into the depths of his eyes in an instant.
Feng Yu tilted her head and looked at him. Then he turned around and left.
Feng Yu couldn't help but sigh, "This Lu Zhiqian is really a mystery..."
In the imperial capital.
He Xi looked as dejected as an eggplant beaten by frost.
After finishing the tasks at hand, he dragged his half - dead body over to Lao Zhao and slumped onto his back.
Lao Zhao was startled. When he turned around and saw it was He Xi, he frowned and asked, "Have you finished sorting out the materials over there? Mr. Fu will need them later."
"Aaaaaaaaaah, Lao Zhao, I quit. This is no way to live. Why do we have to suffer so much just because the boss had a fight with that girl? I'm dying. I don't want to live anymore. Lao Zhao, why don't you support me? I can warm your bed and eat."
He Xi wailed with dark circles under his eyes.
Lao Zhao: "..."
"I'd rather raise a cat than you." Lao Zhao said.
He Xi tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. "Yo, Lao Zhao, I didn't expect that a straight - laced guy like you would like cats?"
Cats?
He had raised a cat before. Come to think of it, he felt that He Xi was quite like his cat.
"Mr. Fu." Lao Zhao stood up and looked at the approaching person.
Fu Qianchen's black eyes were deep. Under his cold and handsome face, his thin lips were slightly pursed.
He Xi was startled. "Oh, boss, when did you come? I was just joking. How could I ever leave you?"
He Xi grinned and tried to get closer, but Fu Qianchen coldly pushed his face away with his hand, rejecting his flattery.
"You raise cats?" Fu Qianchen looked at Lao Zhao and asked.
Lao Zhao was slightly surprised. He remembered that Mr. Fu was allergic to animal fur, so he didn't like animals very much.
He Xi happily put his arm around Lao Zhao's shoulder and said to Fu Qianchen, "Boss, do you want to raise a cat? You should ask me about this. I'm an expert. Boss, what kind of cat do you want? A Garfield? A British Shorthair Blue? A British Shorthair? A Chinese rural cat? Or..."
Fu Qianchen nodded and said to He Xi, "Choose a gentle kitten and bring it to my office."
He Xi slapped his chest. "Hey, boss, leave it to me."
As soon as Fu Qianchen left, He Xi immediately put on a mournful face and quickly hugged Lao Zhao. "Lao Zhao, you have to help me. My promotion and raise depend on you. Do you really know a lot about cats? I've never raised one before."
Lao Zhao was speechless again.
"Then why did you pat your chest and make a promise to Mr. Fu?"
He Xi said shamelessly, "I just wanted to impress him. What are you looking at? Come on, accompany me to choose a cat."
"The boss is really pitiful. His little wife is ignoring him, and now he's so lonely that he wants to raise a cat. How sad."
Hearing He Xi's words, Lao Zhao frowned slightly.
Raising a cat was probably just an excuse. Maybe Mr. Fu's real purpose was to use the cat to see someone.
...
After filming, Feng Yu returned to the Fu family mansion.
There was a woman in her forties or fifties standing at the door. When she saw Feng Yu, she quickly walked over with a smile.
"Madam, you're back."
Feng Yu looked at her with a puzzled expression. The woman naturally took the backpack from her and bowed respectfully. "Madam, I'm here to serve you. You can call me Aunt Liang."
"Thank you. I won't be staying for long. I don't need a servant."
As Feng Yu was about to walk inside, Aunt Liang got anxious. She quickly stepped forward, coughed, and whispered in Feng Yu's ear in a low voice.
"Madam, it was Mr. Fu... who gave the order."
Feng Yu raised her eyebrows. "Do you mean Fu Liangshen or someone else?"
Seeing that she had misunderstood, Aunt Liang took Feng Yu's hand and wrote a character "Qiu" on her palm.
Feng Yu understood immediately.