487 Let Me Live off You (1/2)

Lin Shiyu lifted her eyes, a good-looking face appeared before her eyes. ”Jingtong, why are you here?”

It was Fu Jingtong.

Fu Jingtong held onto Lin Shiyu's narrow waist, carefully inspecting Lin Shiyu's body, checking if she had sustained any injuries. ”Lion, I came to send you the score and noticed that you were in a precarious situation. Are you okay, are you injured anywhere?”

”No.” Lin Shiyu shook her head.

”President, you're injured!” Bei Chuan's voice erupted over the chaotic scene.

Lin Shiyu turned her head around, spotting Fu Qinglun standing not far away from her. His right arm was lacerated with a bloody wound.

The blood was streaming down from his palm, falling on the ground, drop after drop.

The blood was a gaudy red.

Lin Shiyu glanced at the wine rack behind Fu Qinglun, her mind whirring as she figured everything out in an instant. He was the one who managed to push the wine rack away from her in the nick of time.

He was the one who protected her.

Fu Qinglun stood still, his appearance slowly turning ice-cold. He shot a baleful stare in Lin Shiyu's direction after noticing that Fu Jingtong's hand was around Lin Shiyu's waist.

Fu Jingtong had already sensed his menacing aura and he quickly retracted his hand, greeting him, ”Big Brother.”

Fu Qinglun nodded his head, acknowledging his greeting.

”President, your arm is still bleeding. Let's head to the hospital to get it bandaged.” Bei Chuan was frantic with worry.

Fu Qinglun didn't move, his gaze shifting on Lin Shiyu's exquisite face.

Bei Chuan looked in Lin Shiyu's direction too, he knew that President was waiting for Madam to show her concern.

President wanted Madam to be concerned about him.

Lin Shiyu retracted her gaze. ”Jingtong, aren't you here to send me the score? Let's head back to practice together.”

She left together with Fu Jingtong.

She had left.

Fu Qinglun clenched his fists tightly, he was disappointed and the corner of his lips formed a depressing arch. She couldn't even be bothered to glance at him.

…

Lin Shiyu got in Fu Jingtong's luxurious car and they sped away.

”Lion, Big Brother is following us from behind,” Fu Jingtong said.

Lin Shiyu looked in the rearview mirror and noticed a Bugatti Veyron following behind them without relent.

Why was he stalking her instead of going to the hospital to get his wound bandaged?

At this moment, a melodious ringtone sounded. She had an incoming phone call.

Lowering her head, she could see that it was Fu Qinglun calling.

She swiped the screen and rejected his call.

At the next moment, he was calling her yet again.

Lin Shiyu blocked his phone number.

In the Bugatti Veyron, Bei Chuan was the driver and Fu Qinglun sat in the passenger's seat, his long legs crossed and he slumped against the seat. He furrowed his brows when she still wasn't picking up the phone call.

She had blocked him.

”Bei Chuan, where's your cell phone?” Fu Qinglun vented his frustration by throwing his cell phone aside.

”President, here.” Bei Chuan handed over his cell phone.

Fu Qinglun received the cell phone and he dialed the number he had memorized by heart.

”Hello,” Lin Shiyu's voice was heard, ”Young Master Fu, why are you being so annoying?”

She was annoyed by him.

Fu Qinglun's voice was low and he warned her, ”Mrs Fu, it's already late at night, you're not allowed to hang out with other men by yourself. You're not allowed to take other men home!”

”Dudu.” She had hung up the phone call.