"I not only know about it, but I also know that it was sent from the Shen Family."
Fu Shiyi was dumbfounded, not expecting him to have known the truth all along.
As soon as Fu Shihan saw her expression, he knew he had guessed correctly, but he was a bit surprised. He didn’t expect women, when tearing into each other, to play such ruthless tactics.
These two women, truly wanting nothing more than to destroy each other.
One drugging the other to set her up, the other publicly releasing indecent videos of her, both with a do-or-die attitude.
"Brother, how do you plan to handle this matter?" Fu Shiyi still remembered the things Shen Xiaochen had done in the past. "We have to drag the Shen Family into the light."
"No rush, they’ll expose themselves."
Fu Shihan spoke with an indifferent tone, during the New Year’s celebrations, not wanting to waste energy on others after getting irritated himself.
He changed the subject, chatting with Fu Shiyi for a bit, then turned around to leave, going back to his own room, and took out his phone to send messages to Su Wanxin.
Nothing much, just a string of transfer notifications, about a dozen or so, until she finally responded.
He was sending ten thousand yuan each time, and seeing this, Su Wanxin’s eyes filled with laughter as she began to collect the red packets.
Fu Shihan’s lips curved into a smile, patiently waiting for her to finish collecting the money before speaking to her.
H: You’ve collected the red packets, aren’t you going to wish me a happy new year?
Su Xiaopian: It’s still early where I am, haven’t thought about that yet.
H: But you’re quick to collect lucky money.
Su Xiaopian: Pretty okay, I guess~
Fu Shihan continued to send transfer notifications for a while, and Su Wanxin, feeling a bit embarrassed, gave him a call.
"Alright, that’s enough, who keeps throwing money like that?" She spoke softly to him, as if afraid someone would overhear. "I’ll send you a red packet in a bit!"
Fu Shihan laughed lightly: "Count on your fingers how old you are, and then count mine?"
"What, you’re only three years older than me, what of it?"
"I don’t have the habit of accepting red packets from kids, but if you’re thinking of giving something else, I might accept it." Fu Shihan hinted openly and covertly: "We’re all adults, why not give an adult gift?"
Listening to him, Su Wanxin felt the conversation was veering off course.
She cleared her throat softly, nervously glancing back.
She was standing in front of the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony, afraid of being overheard by her family.
"What exactly do you mean by ’adult gifts’?" Su Wanxin asked softly.
Through the earpiece came Fu Shihan’s low chuckle, somewhat mischievous. He spoke leisurely, word by word: "Probably, it refers to...?"
Su Wanxin: "..."
"Why aren’t you speaking?"
Su Wanxin: "What do you think I should say..."
His approach was so abrupt, she’s already giving him face by not hanging up the phone.
"So, is it a yes or a no?" Fu Shihan pressed: "Give me an answer."
Su Wanxin’s hand gripping the phone tightened, her heartbeat speeding up significantly.
She bit her lip corner, unsure how to respond.
Fu Shihan, over the phone, imagined the person on the other end’s current expression; she must be blushing. If he said this to her face, she would definitely glower at him in embarrassed anger.
Fu Shihan coaxed in a low tender voice: "Just say yes to me, and you decide the time, okay?"
After hearing this, Su Wanxin hesitated before speaking: "If I say it’s not okay, what are you going to do?"