Luo Nanchu put on a stiff smile and said, "Mr. Fu isn't a petty-minded person."
"Why should I lend you money?"
His flat tone was one of indifference.
The flatness of his tone was very damaging.
"I'll pay you back in the future," Luo Nanchu said softly. "Zhiying is still 10 thousand yuan short for her school fees. I don't know what else to do, so I'm asking Mr. Fu for help."
Fu Tingyuan didn't respond.
Luo Nanchu bit her lip. Seeing the look of cool indifference on his face, she was crestfallen.
She clenched her fists, unable to hold back her slight temper as she seethed, and said, "Fu Tingyuan, I offended you, but Zhiying didn't, right? She's about one semester away from graduating. If she doesn't pay the school fees, she won't be able to get her diploma."
Fu Tingyuan turned to look at her and said with loathing indifference, "That is the Luo family's business. What does this have to do with me?"
"Then why are you keeping me here now?"
"Why do you think?"
Luo Nanchu squeezed her lips together. Seeing the scornful expression on his face, she looked away.
Fu Tingyuan stood up from the sofa and headed upstairs.
Only the sound of the news broadcast could be heard in the living room.
Luo Nanchu slid down the sofa. She curled up on the sofa and closed her eyes in order to bear it all.
In front of that person, she could always tell how worthless she was to him.
However, she couldn't help but seek her own humiliation.
Luo Nanchu pressed her face against a pillow and took in a deep breath, swallowing her grievances and her rage.
…
In the evening, after dinner, Luo Nanchu took a shower in the bathroom.
She sprayed a little perfume.
Then, she sat in the bedroom and waited until 10 o'clock.
Confirming that Fu Tingyuan had already left the study, she subsequently left the room and went to Fu Tingyuan's bedroom.
When she opened the door, she saw Fu Tingyuan's back. He had just taken a shower and wore a black bathrobe. She watched his big and tall frame.
Luo Nanchu rushed over and hugged his waist from behind.
The Coco Mademoiselle perfume intermixed with Luo Nanchu's bodily fragrance, and it was particularly alluring.
When Fu Tingyuan turned around, his gaze fell upon her face, which was in front of him.
She had a bright, alluring smile that she always used when she was seducing men.
It was raw, flirtatious, and playful seduction.
Fu Tingyuan didn't know where she learned these things from.
"Mr. Fu…" She stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips.
Fu Tingyuan held her waist, pressed her against the wall, and held her chin with the other hand, going deeper with the kiss.
Luo Nanchu's breath was almost taken away.
Upon regaining her wits after some struggle, she turned her face away and gasped for breath. Her hands pressed against his chest as she asked softly, "Mr. Fu, if I sleep with you, what can you give me?"
His fingers were at her chin, and they gently caressed her lips, which had become red from his kissing.
He chuckled softly and asked , "Luo Nanchu, you haven't given up yet?"
"Zhiying is my sister. This concerns her future. Nanchu will naturally do everything she can for her."
"Even if you want to be a prostitute, I'm not gonna be your client," he said in a cold and mocking tone as he stepped back. "Luo Nanchu, I don't do such things."
Luo Nanchu stood there and looked up at the man in front of her.
Facing away from the light, she could only make out a fuzzy look of coldness in his expression. Luo Nanchu's body gradually cooled down. Wretchedness washed over her face as she pushed him away and headed outside.
She had already used up what little self-esteem she had left trying to seduce him.
I can still find other solutions, Nanchu said to herself.
If he wouldn't give it to her, she could find someone else who would.
She didn't believe she would be unable to borrow 10 thousand yuan with a face like hers.
When she walked to the door, Fu Tingyuan pulled her back and pinned her against the wall.
Luo Nanchu turned her face away to dodge his kiss and said coldly, "Mr. Fu, Nanchu is going back to bed."
Fu Tingyuan's palm slowly caressed her small waist as he stared at her with an enigmatic gaze.
"You came here to seduce me. Wouldn't I be letting you down if I didn't touch you?"
Luo Nanchu replied mildly, "Nanchu wants to preserve and hone my strength. Tomorrow, I'm going to get up and borrow money."
"From those shady places?"
Luo Nanchu gave a faint smile and said, "If I can borrow money there, I don't mind trying."
Fu Tingyuan's eyes became solemn. He raised his hand and gently touched her face.
Then, he said in a light voice, "All you can think about now is selling your body."
Luo Nanchu instantly gritted her teeth, looked up at him, clenched her fists, and gave a mirthless laugh.
"It's all thanks to President Fu that I'm in this state."
Anyone in this world could look down on her.
Except for Fu Tingyuan.
He had no right!
He had made her life hell, yet he was also the one who sneered at her for being so low and filthy. How shameless.
Luo Nanchu's hands pushed against his chest. Fu Tingyuan's chest was as sturdy as a wall. In this position, he allowed her no escape. He pinched her chin in one hand and lowered his head to kiss her. Luo Nanchu put forth great resistance, but he paid it no mind and continued to do whatever he wanted.
Luo Nanchu cried out and scolded him in a hoarse voice, "Fu Tingyuan, you b*stard…"
Fu Tingyuan lowered his head and sealed her mouth with a kiss.
…
The next morning.
When Luo Nanchu woke up, it was already noon.
Last night, she was heavily tormented. She wasn't sure if it was because she had rebuked him or because she had bit him in retaliation when they were having sex. He ravished her so much that it was as if he hadn't had sex with anyone for a whole week.
When it came to sex, Fu Tingyuan was very domineering; he wanted things to go his way, and she wasn't allowed to refuse him.
And to be honest, she couldn't refuse him at all.
Although she had spent the last week recuperating, after yesterday night, Luo Nanchu's body was sore and her legs were jelly again. She kneaded her aching temples, slumped on the bed, and didn't want to move.
Then, it seemed like a thought came to her as she suddenly sat up from the bed.
She looked up, down, and around the nightstand.
There was neither cash nor bank cards around.
Fu Tingyuan had not given her money.
She had been tormented for an entire night for nothing!
B*stard!
Looking at the nightdress on the floor that Fu Tingyuan had taken off of her, she bit her lips indignantly.
What did people mean when saying the adage: "to try to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice used to lure it?"
This was what they meant.
In her mind, Luo Nanchu cursed Fu Tingyuan 800 times.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door from outside the bedroom.
"What?" Luo Nanchu's tone was unfriendly.
She was in a bad mood.
"Ms. Luo," the maid said, her voice as pleasing as always, "Mr. Fu invites you to lunch downstairs."
Surprised, Luo Nanchu asked, "He didn't go to the office?"
"It's his off day."
"Why is he here on his off day?" Luo Nanchu questioned angrily.
"…" The maid stopped talking.
…
Luo Nanchu went downstairs and saw Fu Tingyuan reading a magazine while sitting on the sofa.
He wasn't wearing a suit today. He simply sat there with a gray shirt on, looking like a refined statue. Yet, his presence still made the area very eye-catching.
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