Chapter 32: Chapter 032: Unexpected Kiss Chapter 32: Chapter 032: Unexpected Kiss Fu Xing looked at her noncommittally, and Lin Fu felt the pressure mounting, but she didn’t back down and continued to ask, “Can you give me an answer?”
Fu Xing spoke meaningfully, “Do you really not know what mistake she made?”
Lin Fu shook her head innocently, curious, “Is it a serious mistake? If it’s really bad, then forget it; I’m also afraid of bad people.”
“It’s not serious,” Fu Xing suddenly smiled. “If you want her, then keep her!”
“What about the butler?” Lin Fu probed.
“The butler will abide by your decision.”
“Thank you, Fu Xing, you’re so kind.” Lin Fu forgot her probing in her happiness, leaned in, and kissed the man’s cool, thin lips briefly before pulling away and giggling joyfully to herself.
Her impulsive act, however, rooted Fu Xing to the spot, his body seeming unable to move, something slowly growing inside his heart.
The flying car landed in front of the grand mansion, followed by Monger’s and Lina’s, who ran over deftly to open the doors for Fu Xing and Lin Fu.
The division of labor was clear, each serving their own master.
Such spontaneous actions revealed a lot.
Stepping out of the flying car, Fu Xing was still that cold, formidable, distinguished, and graceful Major General. He glanced casually at Lina, who shrank her shoulders in fear and bowed respectfully.
She stood motionless until Fu Xing passed by before she slowly raised her head, only to unexpectedly meet Lin Fu’s scrutinizing gaze.
Lina bowed and bent again.
“You’re really afraid of Mr. Major General, aren’t you? Do you know something?” Lin Fu seemed to be talking to herself. Without waiting for Lina’s reply, she continued, “Never mind, don’t tell me. I might get scared like you and be doomed.”
Her current state was just fine.
In her heart, Lina admired the Lady’s courage as well as her wisdom.
By now, everyone had formed two neat rows at the entrance door, not standing in a military review stance. Fu Tian and Fu Yue were leading respectively.
Ding Xuan was also there, devoid of the arrogance she had shown facing Lin Fu, her head lowered, almost invisible.
As Lin Fu walked past with Fu Xing, about to greet them out of habit, suddenly, with a whoosh.
Fu Tian and his siblings, along with everyone else, snapped to attention and saluted.
The movements were uniform and precise, so flawless and sharp, their gazes fixed forward, expressions solemn.
Lin Fu was stunned, the words she intended to say swallowed back.
At that moment, she felt very out of place.
Should she also salute? But it was a bit late to salute now, and she wasn’t standing in the correct place.
She should be standing by Fu Yue’s side.
Fu Xing was accustomed to such scenes; he walked ahead, not glancing sideways, elegantly returning the military salute as he passed the saluting crowd and led the way into the mansion.
Only then did Fu Tian and his sister relax their stance, but they still looked cautious.
Lin Fu, like a dutiful wife, followed closely behind Fu Xing, her gaze wandering back to assess Fu Tian and his sister.
A deep voice came from ahead.
“Oh!” Lin Fu stepped forward and affectionately clasped Fu Xing’s arm, “Why are they so afraid of you?”
She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it herself—that the famously flirtatious Capital Star playboy, Fu Tian, and the cool Fu Yue were actually so scared of their own brother to this extent.