Fu Lingchu’s powerful aura, cold and oppressive, spread around him, his brows furrowed with a hint of weariness.
“Why are you running around blindly?”
Li Jing’s face still bore a look of hurt, her long, thick eyelashes drooping: “Someone directed me here…”
Fu Lingchu’s eyebrows twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Li Jing had been led astray, and the surveillance cameras had conveniently malfunctioned. Fu Lingchu wasn’t stupid; he knew this was deliberate. But the question was, who else would have a grudge against Li Jing?
Qiao Yuxin from last time had already been dealt with, their families’ relationship wouldn’t be affected by a mere Li Jing. Besides, Qiao Yuxin wouldn’t dare to disrespect Fu Lingchu.
So, who else would target Li Jing?
Fu Lingchu shifted his gaze, forcing himself to stop thinking about it.
After all, Li Jing was just someone for him to entertain with, not worth dwelling on.
So, Fu Lingchu led her out, instructed his assistant to handle the documents, and took Li Jing to his office.
“Stay with me for a while.“carpreads.pages.dev
When he was swamped with work, he would miss the brief moments when Ye Yan was by his side. Now that Ye Yan was gone, Li Jing could provide some psychological comfort.
Li Jing looked around Fu Lingchu’s office. Everything was managed by cutting-edge artificial intelligence, the overall style was modern and austere, but because of its vast size, it felt empty and lonely.
Fu Lingchu’s desk was piled high with documents, proving that even a classic domineering CEO in these old-fashioned novels didn’t have it easy. Behind him was a large expanse of floor-to-ceiling windows, from this angle, he could overlook the entire city, like a lonely emperor sitting in his empire.
“Thankfully, the books I’m transmigrating into are all published on Green Literature City*,” Li Jing said to the system, “otherwise, the offices in classic novels would easily lead to some un-broadcastable plots.”
TN: this should be JJWXC
The system replied: “The Transmigration Bureau bosses will supervise, you can rest assured!”
Li Jing recalled the silver hair and flawless features, and just as she was about to ask the system for his employee number, she heard Fu Lingchu point to a spot: “Sit there.”
On the right side of the leather sofa’s armrest, there was a complete tea set on the opposite tea table, and the only sign of life in the room: a potted plant.
It contained a gardenia that Ye Yan had given him, carefully nurtured by Fu Lingchu, now in full bloom.
Pure white and flawless, with a delicate fragrance, symbolizing the White Moonlight in the male lead’s heart.
Li Jing knew that Ye Yan used to sit in this spot, tending to the flowers and keeping him company. Even though it might have only been a couple of times, Fu Lingchu had deeply etched it in his memory.
The original owner didn’t know what the flower represented, she kindly helped take care of it, then accidentally ruined a few blossoms, causing Fu Lingchu to erupt in rage. The original owner was naturally deeply hurt, another heart-wrenching plot.
Li Jing: “But this flower isn’t expensive.”
System: “So there’s no money to be made, right!”
Li Jing: “Just think of it as a different way to earn plot points.”
System: It has to admit, no matter how the host makes money, it never doubts the host’s work ability.
The office was quiet.
Fu Lingchu could see the figure he longed for in his peripheral vision, sitting in front of the flower she had given him, just sitting there brought him joy and peace.
The moonlight in his heart was so pure, far from the world, far from the stench of money.
- Li Jing sat quietly, checking her bank account balance.
Including the 800,000 that “the moonlight in Fu Lingchu’s heart” had given her, her account now totaled 4.8 million yuan.
Half a million was already in hand, so supporting a handsome silver-haired man and living a comfortable retirement was not a dream √
When Fu Lingchu looked up, she picked up the small watering can, pretending to want to help water the flowers.
Fu Lingchu’s heart skipped a beat, his voice rising: “Don’t touch it!”
Li Jing flinched back, her fair face showing a startled expression, her eyes filled with fragmented light, but she still instinctively obeyed and put down the watering can. Her features were identical to Ye Yan’s, but her expression was entirely Li Jing’s.
Fu Lingchu stared at her face for a moment, then frowned: “Don’t touch it.”
He got up and walked over, taking the watering can and carefully watering the flower himself.
“This isn’t yours, is it?”
A clear voice suddenly rang out, Fu Lingchu froze.
But then, the voice continued in a low murmur: “I know, we all have people we can’t let go of.”
Fu Lingchu narrowed his eyes, turning to look at Li Jing, his eyes cold.
How could he not know, who could Li Jing possibly not let go of?
“My grandma…” Li Jing placed her hands on her knees, forcing a smile, “She’s been in stable condition lately… Thank you.”
The classic naive and innocent little white flower dialogue - you take me by force, and I still have to thank you for your help.
Just a moment ago, Fu Lingchu had used extremely harsh words to ask her if she had other relatives who needed hospitalization, that she had to sell herself to Feng Ce again.
Fu Lingchu had always felt that the word “kind” was only worthy of someone like Ye Yan. Li Jing, on the other hand, belonged to the type who would be cheated and still help count the money for the cheater. This was—
“Stupid.” Fu Lingchu coldly made his assessment.
She had received so little, that even what he had bestowed upon her, she held tightly in her hands.
—Fu Lingchu’s favorability +2%
Li Jing: Laughing to death, your heart is more honest than your mouth.
For an old dog like Fu Lingchu, whose views on love were twisted and arrogant, a smooth-sailing relationship would be difficult to push the plot forward—otherwise, why would he be so fixated on his distant White Moonlight? It was because he was self-moved and self-satisfied by this kind of melodramatic love.
Therefore, Fu Lingchu’s condescending attitude towards her was a transference of his melodramatic love. His disdain and contempt would unconsciously push his heart to fall deeper.
—Moreover, Fu Lingchu’s favorability had already reached 25%.
For someone as cold-hearted and indifferent as him, this level was already quite significant.
Li Jing: You’re obsessed, your wallet is finished ^_^
Now the progress of the male lead’s love lines for number one and number two were basically on par. Male lead number three should also be put on the agenda.
Du Jinghuai, three-time Golden Award winner, with millions of fans.
The next plot point was about to appear.
The next day.
After Li Jing finished class with Feng Ce, she was pulled outside the school by the big Young Master.
Recently, the Fu family and the Feng family have been in competition. As the future heir of the Feng family, Feng Ce was naturally involved. It was not without reason that Fu Lingchu could single-handedly support the Fu family. He was very strong in the business world and had basically seized the upper hand.
Feng Ce’s face was filled with frustration. Recently, he hadn’t even called his sister much. Fortunately, Li Jing was by his side.
“Accompany me to a party.”
This party was a charity night. Although it was privately held, it was a grand gathering of all the prominent figures in the city’s wealthy circles. For Li Jing, this was also an important plot point, because male leads number one, two, and three would all appear, making it very exciting.
Li Jing pursed her lips, “I understand.”
After she agreed, she wanted to leave, but Feng Ce grabbed her arm, “Wait, what’s the hurry?”
Accompanying Fu Lingchu was not urgent, tsk.
Feng Ce pulled open the door of his sports car and took out a large box from the car, throwing it into Li Jing’s arms.
“Wear this when you go.”
The amount paid for Li Jing was visible in the backend. Li Jing had already seen the detail. It was obvious that the box must contain a red dress.
The little wolf dog’s taste, tsk tsk.
Li Jing pushed the box back, “Do you think I’m beneath you? I don’t want your things!”
Feng Ce frowned, “Do you have a f*cking dress to wear?”
Li Jing bit her lip, “None of your business!”
Feng Ce’s gaze fell on her unusually red lips, paused for a moment, then looked away, “Suit yourself.”
Li Jing stubbornly turned and left.
Could she not have a dress? Of course, she had to have one. Feng Ce wanted her to wear red, and Fu Lingchu would definitely want her to wear white.
The same White Moonlight, different ways of dressing. The same substitute, different ways of using.
As for whether she would wear white or red—
That’s another price ^_^
-—–
In preparation for the upcoming charity night, the wealthy socialites were all making preparations.
The Qiao family.
Qiao Yuxin had previously hired people to teach Li Jing a lesson. Fu Lingchu had found her parents and casually reprimanded them a few times, but he didn’t really say much. Qiao Yuxin knew that Fu Lingchu didn’t really care about this Li Jing.
Although everyone in the wealthy circles knew that Fu Lingchu liked Ye Yan, Ye Yan, that sickly girl, had been staying abroad for the past two years. It was unknown when she would be cured. Qiao Yuxin hoped that she would never be cured.
Fu Lingchu’s father had already passed away, and the entire Fu family was being supported by him. Therefore, his work was very high-pressure and busy. Last time, he took some time off to have dinner with both families. Fu’s mother even said that she and Lingchu were a good match, and Fu Lingchu didn’t deny it, which made Qiao Yuxin overjoyed.
This time at the charity gala, she would attend with Fu Lingchu, solidifying her status as his fiancée and making all the other socialites in the wealthy circles envious of her.
So she had to be the most beautiful woman at the event, giving Fu Lingchu enough face!
Qiao Yuxin picked up the phone again and called the stylist, “Did you finally reserve the custom-made dress by xx master?”
“Miss Qiao, I’m sorry, that dress has already been reserved.”
Qiao Yuxin widened her eyes in anger, “By who?!”
“Uh… it seems to be by President Fu.”
Qiao Yuxin: “What?!”
Who was Fu Lingchu going to give that dress to?!
Ye Yan?!
-—–
Fu Lingchu sat on the leather sofa, his hand resting on the armrest casually holding a glass, while the other hand held a faintly smoking cigar.
“You didn’t accept the dress Feng Ce gave you?”
Li Jing, dressed in thin, old clothes, stood before him, her head slightly lowered: “Mm.”
Fu Lingchu curled his lips and gave a cold smile.
This was a certain kind of competitive spirit between men. Even if Li Jing wasn’t Ye Yan, he had to firmly suppress that kid Feng Ce.
“There’s nothing good to accept, it’s not like it’s something good.” Fu Lingchu said indifferently.
Then the man tapped his finger on the glass, and a waiter pushed in a mobile clothes rack.
On top was a very beautiful white dress.
The design wasn’t complicated, nor did it have an exaggerated skirt, but Li Jing could tell at a glance how high-quality the boning and stitching were. It would make the wearer’s waistline look like it was only a handspan wide.
Fu Lingchu’s taste was indeed better than Feng Ce’s.
—And it was several times more expensive.
Li Jing was very satisfied: That’s right! Roll up your sleeves, you leeks!
The dress was secondary——the charity night auction was where the real money was!
Fight, fight, fight!
Li Jing’s shocked expression pleased Fu Lingchu.
Feng Ce didn’t have this kind of aesthetics.
Originally, he wanted to give this dress to A’yan, but now, looking at Li Jing’s almost identical beautiful face, he felt that his decision wasn’t bad either.
“Wear this.” Fu Lingchu said.
Li Jing, clutching her faded sleeves, asked softly: “This… how much is it?”
Unconsciously, Fu Lingchu gave a discounted price when he spoke.
“Five thousand.” He said casually.
Li Jing was looking at the backstage details: Luxury custom-made dress, 500,000 yuan.
Five hundred thousand! Li Jing exclaimed: “So expensive!”
Li Jing had never worn a dress this expensive in all the years she had been transmigrating.
Fu Lingchu let out a rather helpless chuckle——
Only Li Jing would find a five thousand yuan dress expensive, and only she wouldn’t be able to see how intricate the craftsmanship and stitching were.
“Do you like it?” Fu Lingchu, holding a cigarette, looked at her coldly with his black eyes.
His expression seemed no different, but Li Jing knew that asking this kind of question meant that Fu Lingchu was starting to unconsciously care about the substitute female lead’s mental state—
25% favorability, the beginning of favorability.
Li Jing seemed to have struggled for a long time, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she said: “I’ll consider it borrowed.”
The girl clenched her slender white fist, so determined.
Fu Lingchu paused, holding the cigarette, then sneered.
Could she even afford it.
“This five thousand,” Li Jing said firmly, “I will definitely pay you back!
Remember to ask me for it in the next life, okay ^_^