8: Chapter 8: Bumped into His Arms 8: Chapter 8: Bumped into His Arms As a doctor, Cheng Yunlang naturally knew that these were traces left from frequent blood extractions.
She stood quietly in a white dress, and Fu Tingzhou had actually seen her the moment he entered the banquet hall.
At this moment, the man’s gaze fell on her arm, looking at the marks, and he slightly furrowed his brow.
“What’s this all about?”
Tang Xi usually wore a white coat when she was in the hospital.
She broke free from the grip, and before she could speak,
Su Mengshu couldn’t help but say, “It must be mosquito bites, Xixi, is this your first time at such a high-class party?
Let me accompany you around.” Saying so, she affectionately linked arms with Tang Xi.
They went to a slightly quieter place with fewer people.
Su Mengshu fiercely said to Tang Xi, “You should know what to do, if others find out, I won’t spare you!”
Tang Xi recalled how Su Mengshu became frantic and tried to cover up the needle marks on her arm in front of Fu Tingzhou; was she really that afraid of Fu Tingzhou finding out?
“So you also know, this disgraceful act.”
Su Mengshu crossed her arms over her chest, “So what?
The Su family has provided for you for 15 years, it’s only right for you to reserve blood for me.”
“You don’t think that by seducing Cheng Yunlang, you could marry into the Cheng family, do you?
How could he fancy someone as poor-looking as you.
What if Cheng Yunlang knew your biological mother was a murderer, would he still treat you well?
A murderer’s daughter is inherently despicable.” Watching Tang Xi’s face turn increasingly pale, Su Mengshu smiled smugly and left, clicking her high heels triumphantly.
Fu Tingzhou was surrounded by quite a few people; wherever he appeared, he was the center of attention.
Fu, I haven’t seen Miss Su, I didn’t expect Miss Su to be a psychiatrist at our hospital, what a coincidence,” said a middle-aged man, laughing as he chatted with Fu Tingzhou.
Someone nearby said, “Dean Xu, Mr.
Fu’s girlfriend works at your hospital, you should really take good care of her.”
Xu Jinglei said, “Of course, Miss Su has gone to support the disaster area.
Our hospital has unanimously decided to make Miss Su the ambassador of our hospital.
Her efforts in supporting the disaster area will also be publicly commended.
For this, we’ve specially removed a previously fixed doctor quota…” Xu Jinglei was initially intending to show his great concern and care for Su Mengshu.
Immediately, a CEO said, “Dean Xu, how can you say that?
It was Miss Su’s slot to begin with, there’s no need for anyone to yield it, Miss Su is really young and talented.”
“Right, right, I was confused,” he replied.
Although Fu Tingzhou currently holds significant power in the Fu Family, ranking third, his mother, Qin Jianlan, is not Fu Yuanheng’s first wife.
They say his methods are ruthless, honed bit by bit over time.
Fu Tingzhou almost started from scratch in England, climbing his way up from the bottom, until he gained control over the Fu Corporation’s branch in England, and then returned to North City.
The day he returned to North City, the eldest son of the Fu family, Fu Yunye, suddenly met with a car accident and became paralyzed in bed.
Many said that Fu Tingzhou, who stepped over countless bloodshed to reach his current position, disregarded even familial bonds; his mere glance could send shivers down one’s spine.
And soon, Fu Yuanheng was also stripped of his actual power; the Fu family is now completely under the control of Fu Tingzhou.
At that moment, the man took a couple of steps forward, his gaze fell on a white figure not far away; she leaned against the window, her eyes slightly downcast, like a tranquil and beautiful ink painting in the noisy, luxurious banquet hall.
He thought of this woman, her eyes red yet fierce and cold.
No one knew better than him how difficult the word ‘fair’ was.
Nor could anyone understand how he climbed up from the very bottom of this ruthless world.
In a world of the weak, there is no fairness.
However, at this moment, Fu Tingzhou’s heart felt a ripple…
Fu Tingzhou looked at her position again, Cheng Yunlang came over to talk to her, and the woman’s face bore a light smile, which made him feel somewhat glaring…
Cheng Yunlang invited her, “The dance has started, would you like to dance with me?”
“Sorry, I’m not really…
Cheng Yunlang smiled and reached out his hand to her, “I’ll teach you, as an exchange for keeping your secret, how about that?” Cheng Yunlang said while looking at Tang Xi’s arm, her arm was fair as jade but the reddish and purplish needle marks looked somewhat terrifying, “…This is your secret and I will not pry, in exchange, dance one song with me.”
“This is a masquerade ball, pick a mask to wear.”
“Yun Lang brother…” A woman in a light pink flowing gold long dress came over.
Cheng Yunlang’s expression changed, “Qiao Jing.”
Qiao Jing looked at Cheng Yunlang and smiled gently, her gaze landing on Tang Xi, “Brother Yun Lang, who is this, your friend?” She reached out her hand to Tang Xi, declaring her territory, “Hello, my name is Qiao Jing, I grew up with brother Yun Lang…
and also his fiancée.”
Cheng Yunlang frowned, “About our engagement, I do not agree, Qiao Jing, please do not talk nonsense.”
Qiao Jing stomped her foot, “Brother Yun Lang.”
Tang Xi did not want to get involved, and said lightly with a smile, “I’m just Cheng Yunlang’s colleague.”
She did not want to know more about the affairs of these wealthy young masters and rich ladies, Tang Xi nodded slightly to Cheng Yunlang and politely walked a few steps away.
Cheng Yunlang looked at Qiao Jing, stressing his tone, “Qiao Jing, I do not agree with the engagement our families arranged, please do not bother me anymore in the future.”
“Brother Yun Lang!” Qiao Jing stomped her foot again.
Cheng Yunlang walked a few steps to Tang Xi, “Sorry, I….”
Tang Xi smiled politely, “Senior Cheng, you don’t need to explain these to me, these are your private matters.”
Cheng Yunlang opened his mouth, looking at Tang Xi’s calm and beautiful face, he finally did not say it.
Tang Xi chose a white swan mask, she stepped into the dance floor with Cheng Yunlang.
She could dance a bit, having participated in club activities during her university days, Cheng Yunlang was patient, and Tang Xi’s dance steps gradually became familiar.
The surroundings were filled with men in suits and beautifully dressed women, suddenly the rhythm of the music picked up, Tang Xi twirled around following the rhythm, and the Cheng Yunlang in front of her had disappeared, then a man in a gray suit grabbed her hand and the other hand slowly placed on her waist.
His hand felt like it carried an electric current, Tang Xi shivered entirely.
In the dance floor, many people were changing dance partners following the rhythm.
Tang Xi looked around for Cheng Yunlang, but the dim lighting around and the occasional stage lights falling made it hard for her to locate him.
The hand slightly pinched her waist, a man’s deep voice slowly said, “Focus.”
She looked up at the man in front of her under the silver metallic mask, his sharp and handsome profile and the faint scent of cigars mixed with ebony on him.
It turned out to be Fu Tingzhou.
She looked at those eyes under the mask, Tang Xi bit her lip, her spine trembling slightly.
Tang Xi misstepped, stepping on his leather shoes.
“Sorry, I can’t dance.” Dropping this sentence, Tang Xi tried to break free and leave the dance floor.
But the man firmly gripped her fingers and pulled her back.
She stumbled and bumped into his embrace.