"Babe... Be relax."
A coarse and charming male voice sounded in Xin An's ear.
In the darkness, she could only feel his fierce movement behind her.
...
Xin An slowly opened her eyes. To her surprise, she had another dream from a few years ago.
In the dream, she was always with a strange man, whose face was blurry.
She was certain that the man was not Qiao Ji, her husband.
It was ridiculous. How could she have such a dream?
Her vision gradually became clear. It was a luxurious suite.
Xin An's body was heavy, and her mind was a little dizzy, but she still remembered what had happened last night. She had been drunk and was almost molested by Mr. Wang. She ran out of the suite and asked a strange man for help.
Then, Xin An felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She hastily lifted the blanket.
Fortunately, she was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and there was no inscrutable pain in her body.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Getting out of bed, she found herself in the vast presidential suite. She thought there was no one there. Suddenly, she was shocked when she saw a figure on the sofa.
It was a handsome man with an emotionless face. The sun shone on him from the floor-to-ceiling window, and his facial outline was hazy.
He was dressed in a bespoke black shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, and his strong arms were revealed. He held the newspaper in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His nose opened and closed as it emitted a faint mist, which was very mysterious and cold.
Her noise and movement must have triggered him. He raised his head and glanced at her.
It was a pair of dark and profound eyes like a wolf's. His gaze was very cold which shocked Xin An. She trembled nervously.
After pausing for a few seconds, she summoned up her courage and walked over. "Hello! Did you save me?"
His aura was so strong that she unconsciously spoke in a very formal and diplomatic tone.
"Don't you remember who I am?"
He seemed to know her!
Xin An looked at him carefully and shook her head. He was such an outstanding man that she would never forget him at a glance, but she had no impression of him at all. She had never seen him before.
Instead, she asked, "Do you know me?"
The man frowned, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He just took a drag on the cigarette. Behind the smoke, the cold face became more and more mysterious, and it was difficult to identify his emotions.
Then, he poked the cigarette butt out in the ashtray and handed her a ring.
Overjoyed, Xin An hurriedly took the ring, put it on the ring finger, and thanked him profusely. She thought that she had left the ring in the suite and wanted to go there to find it.
Last night, he was in the hotel having dinner with his clients when she suddenly rushed out of the suit, grabbed his clothes, and asked for help. There was a fat and disgusting man in the suite. Heavily intoxicated, she collapsed in his embrace and kept muttering, "My ring..."
"Thank you for saving me and helping me get the ring back. You are really a good man!"
She sounded so formal and conventional that Fu Lixing was baffled. Her formality created a gap between the two of them.
But she was only sixteen when they first met, and he had lived more than ten years than her. Her formality was on point.
In addition, he didn't want to be called "a good man". He, Fu Lixing, was never a kind person!
Before he could say anything, Xin An blurted, "Well, I need to go now. Goodbye!"
"She seemed to be avoiding me."Fu Lixing looked at her leaving back and thought.
Suddenly, he saw something fell off of her pocket.