Su Yao kicked Fu Shihan out of the room and returned to her own room without a care, not knowing he had a room card.
She didn’t stay with Su Wanxin, feeling the need for solitude and calmness.
In the hallway, two men faced each other.
"Brother Han, this... really isn’t my fault." Lu Ci took out his room card to open his door: "How about you make do for the night here? Just sleep on the bed that your son peed on."
Fu Shihan let out a cold laugh, and without pleasantries, entered the room.
The TV was still on inside the room. As Fu Shihan plopped onto the sofa, he asked, "How did the coaxing go?"
His initiation of a different topic put Lu Ci in an uncomfortable position, causing him to sigh in frustration.
"Useless." Fu Shihan brutally retorted: "I knew you couldn’t handle it."
"You’ve got it all under control, right? Yet here you are, sitting with me, doubting life itself?"
The two traded barbs. When Lu Ci thought about how Fu Shihan’s chance had just slipped away, he couldn’t help but smirk.
"Brother Han, you and Wanwan have been together for so many years, and your son is almost in elementary school. When are you planning to register for marriage?"
"My parents aren’t even hurrying me; what’s got you so anxious?"
"I am anxious, I mean, I’m worried Wanwan might dump you in the end." Lu Ci nodded: "Look at you, with no official title, it’s just too sad."
"You’re a single dog, and you have the nerve to say I’m pitiful?" Fu Shihan found this to be shameless. "At least Wanwan is my girlfriend, what about you? I at least have a son, where is yours? On the wall?"
Lu Ci: "..."
Fu Shihan chuckled coldly and looked down to fiddle with his phone. Sure enough, shortly afterward, Su Wanxin called him.
From the earpiece came her cautious voice.
Sitting on the bed in her bathrobe, Su Wanxin looked at the sleeping little guy under the covers and quietly asked Fu Shihan, "Where did you go? Where is Yaoyao?"
"I’m at Lu Ci’s place, Su Yao went back to her own room to sleep."
"Oh." Su Wanxin nodded, bit her lower lip, and asked further, "Then, are you coming back?"
"What do you think?" Fu Shihan smiled, stood up, and then looking down at Lu Ci, he said: "There’s no point talking to a single dog like you. I’m leaving."
He left Lu Ci’s room and returned to Su Wanxin’s.
Su Wanxin was texting with Su Yao and glanced up at him when he arrived, then returned to her messages without a moment to spare.
Fu Shihan sat down beside her on the bed, taking the opportunity to blatantly read her text conversation with Su Yao.
Su Wanxin: Did you make up with Lu Ci?
Su Yao: Our relationship has always been just so-so, it’s not really about making up.
Su Wanxin: What was the deal with that woman earlier?
Su Yao: Apparently, she’s the owner here, just came to greet him.
Su Wanxin: Coming to greet him in the dead of night?
Su Yao: Exactly, probably also from Empire, must have had her time zones mixed up and thought it was daytime.
Her razor-sharp sarcasm made Su Wanxin chuckle as she read it.
Fu Shihan also saw and smiled at the message, then took Su Wanxin’s phone.
"What are you doing?" Su Wanxin turned to look at him, and seeing that he was about to type a reply to Su Yao, she quickly protested: "Don’t mess around! Yaoyao is already in a bad mood today; don’t make her angry!"
"I won’t stir things up, just chatting with her a bit under your name," Fu Shihan softly reassured her: "Don’t worry, I won’t cross the line."
Su Wanxin cast a suspicious glance at him, unsure of what he was up to.