He took off his light grey trousers and white shirt, replaced them with dress pants and a shirt, and then went to look for a tie.
Then, while picking a tie, his eyes caught sight of something, causing his outstretched hand to stiffen for a moment.
He was taken aback, pulled out a particular tie box, turned his head to look at the phone, and asked with a voice tinged with hoarseness, "Do you know what this is?"
Outside the phone, Fu Shihan furrowed his brows, clueless about what past him was up to, until he took out the contents of the box.
A piece of black lace fabric...
Fu Shihan’s breath hitched, and his heart rate accelerated considerably.
In the video email, the past Fu Shihan seemed like an idiot to his current self because he boasted with a face full of pride, "My wife gave this to me, envious?"
Fu Shihan: ...
"Ugh, I’ll stop recording now, I’m gonna head to the bathroom to turn on the charm."
Fu Shihan: ????
Damn it!
Can’t you act like a decent person?
Fu Shihan couldn’t bear to imagine how harsh he had been on himself, watching the man in the video really enter the bathroom, then the scene changing, coming out with wet hair wrapped in a towel.
Fu Shihan closed his eyes, fuming with anger, yet his mind couldn’t help but conjure some not child-friendly images.
He knew very well what he was going to do with a woman’s private garment in the bathroom.
In the video, his past self smirked at the phone’s camera, wiping his hair with a towel, as if making eye contact with his future self.
After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly.
"I don’t know if she still wears the ring around her neck. If she does, maybe I can find her."
Upon hearing the rest of the sentence, Fu Shihan’s pupils dilated, and he immediately got out of bed and went into the study, turned on the computer, and busied himself for a while following the clues left by his past self, only smiling slightly when his tensed face finally relaxed.
The location tracking system, still functional!
Fu Shihan looked at the red dot on the computer screen, zoomed in on the location, showing that Su Wanxin was currently at home.
He leaned back in the chair and laughed, pleased with the New Year’s gift from his former self. Furthermore, the fact that Su Wanxin always kept the ring with her slightly eased his uneasiness.
How obedient she is? Told to keep it, and she really keeps it all the time. Even now, with no memory of it, she still treasures the ring.
Fu Shihan hadn’t forgotten when he asked her for the ring before, she sobbed and shouted at him, "I won’t return it! It’s mine! Since you gave it to me, it is mine, there’s no reason to take it back!"
She was genuinely scared that he would take the ring away; that panic wasn’t faked.
She...
Fu Shihan thought of her face, raised his hand, and tapped his chest.
He missed her so much.
He wished he could go to Empire to find her right now.
How could he like her so much?
He’s utterly smitten with her for the rest of his life.
Fu Shihan stayed in the study all morning and was called downstairs for lunch. Fu Shiyi, observing his expression, noticed that his brother’s mood had improved a lot.
At the dining table, Fu Yansheng gave Fu Shihan a cold glance and asked, "When are you going to bring Yangyang back?"
Fu Shihan looked up at him and replied indifferently, "Bring him back for what?"
This nonchalant tone irritated Fu Yansheng, who slammed the table and demanded sternly, "For what? Isn’t he your son? Are you really planning to let him spend New Year’s with the Su Family?!"