"Ah?" Da Fu immediately understood what was going on and jumped with joy in the air, very much like an old father who finally realizes his clueless son is in love.
"If it’s a woman, that means she loves you, really likes you, wants to do indescribable things with you," Da Fu stated decisively and, to sound more professional and credible, even adjusted his voice to combat mode.
Fu Xing’s usually cold and indifferent handsome face suddenly flushed a bewitching red.
His long fingers resting on the table slowly extended, then slowly clenched.
He repeated this several times.
At that moment, no one would ever know how much struggle was going on beneath his composed expression.
His heart, which could always remain calm, restrained, and rational, reacted to a single phrase as if a small pebble had been thrown into an ancient well with no ripples, creating a soft plop and slowly causing circles of ripples to spread across the water’s surface.
One wave had not settled when another arose.
"Fu Xing, was it your Lady who confessed to you? She’s so romantic! To dig up ancient romance from old papers just to please you, wow, your Lady really adores you."
"Where is she? I can’t wait to meet her."
"Fu Xing, Fu Xing, where is your Lady? Hurry up and introduce us."
"Is she cute? As cute as me?"
"She must really like you, right? Has she kissed you? Have you two managed to sleep together yet? Although your personality is not cute at all, not witty, not humorous, and not even good at sweet-talking women, just with that face and perfect figure alone, you’d definitely make any woman head over heels."
"Back in the day when I went with your father to—"
With a light tap from Fu Xing’s finger, a wall of spiritual power trapped Da Fu in a narrow space, preventing him from making any more noisy clamor.
Da Fu tried hard to jump out but couldn’t escape.
The metal ball radiated strong feelings of grievance, condemning Fu Xing’s cold-heartedness.
Whimper, whimper... The kid has grown up.
Even stronger than his father.
Da Fu sulkily thought, reminiscing about the carefree and joyous days with his old master.
Monger pushed the door open, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Da Fu, but he sent a sympathetic glance at Da Fu, who was imprisoned by spiritual power.
Seeing Monger enter, Fu Xing relaxed into his chair, habitually propping his chin with his hand, and asked, "Lin Fu again?"
For some reason, Monger felt more nervous reporting on the Lady’s affairs than when he was in trouble himself.
"Spit it out! What’s it this time?"
Fu Xing was no longer exasperated but accustomed, calmly crossing his hands in front of him, signaling Monger to be straightforward.
Monger cheered silently in his heart.
The Commander really dotes on the Lady.
If it was Colonel Fu Tian, it would have been a death sentence.
Miss Fu Yue never caused trouble during her school years, was always the best.
Monger quickly operated his account and sent the video to the Commander’s private account.
Fu Xing opened it and watched expressionlessly.
After a while, he closed it and casually remarked, "Not bad, pretty well done."
He must have heard wrong!
Fu Xing’s thin lips curved into a pleased smile, his already charming demeanor becoming even more captivating, and he even uncharacteristically watched the video again, his deep and dark eyes fixating for a long time on the slender, graceful silhouette.