Chapter 39: Chapter 039 Why Say It Out Loud Chapter 39: Chapter 039 Why Say It Out Loud Fu Xing was about to burst into laughter, “You dare say that your attitude towards me is not like treating it as a game, or as a dream? You’ve been prepared to leave as soon as the dream ends, haven’t you?”
He lightly tapped the spot over Lin Fu’s heart, “In your heart, you’ve never truly considered yourself as the Duchess of Imoles, nor have you prepared yourself mentally to be the Duchess. You even know less than a maid.”
His words gradually turned icy toward the end.
“You’re carefully testing my limits.”
Lin Fu sighed, and for the first time, she actively pushed the man in front of her away, complaining, “Why say it out loud?”
Really, if he was so blunt, how could she get into character?
“I admit I wasn’t prepared, but I genuinely like you.”
Anyway, deny to the death, she must cling to his powerful support for now.
Lin Fu had a clear understanding that since she had come for an arranged marriage, she couldn’t just naively gain nothing. Whether it was political capital for climbing the ladder or the resources of the Fu Family, she needed to get something.
She was never greedy, nor did she yearn for too much, such as the military armament tightly held in the hands of the old Lady, which she knew better than to touch.
It was too conspicuous and easily broke taboos.
She also received a message from Fu Tian, Fu Yue, Ding Xuan, and the butler; to survive, she absolutely could not lose the support of Fu Xing.
Otherwise, Ding Xuan would be her cautionary example.
Fu Xing didn’t show any anger, but he had already stepped out of the bathtub, leaving behind a reminder, “Soak for another half an hour, and have your new personal maid escort you to school tomorrow.”
Mentioning Lina on purpose—was this a warning to her?
After coming out of the training tower, Fu Xing dialed his chief intelligence officer’s light computer.
The light screen lit up, revealing an adults-only scene, in which a young man with platinum short hair and a lean, muscular figure was deeply kissing a voluptuous woman.
The two were almost undressed and inseparable when the voluptuous woman caught sight of a handsome and distinguished face, gasped in shock, and quickly grabbed a military thermal blanket to cover herself.
Fu Xing pinched the bridge of his nose with exasperation, his voice laced with anger, “Horace, you’ve brought a woman into the officer’s quarters again.”
His subordinate was brazen under his very nose—Mr. Major General would be strange not to be angry.
In the entire Eighth Fleet, only Horace dared to be so lawless.
He really lived up to his title of the Capital Star’s playboy.
Horace was a man of great charm—young, hedonistic, handsome, and wealthy, with a sense of humor that delighted women. The wealthy ladies of the Capital Star who fancied him could be lined up from the Artificial Sea to Zone 23.
Keep in mind, the core of the Capital Star was designed around the Artificial Sea where the Royal Family lived, with Zone 1 and Zone 2 being the Noble Districts. The farther out, the lower the class. Zone 23 was where the poorest civilians of the Capital Star, stowaways, fugitives, and all sorts of desperate rogues lived.
“Damn it!” Horace cursed softly, annoyed, “Look, just because you have no nightlife, don’t ruin mine, alright?”
As he saw the Commander’s face growing more and more displeased, Horace could only pick up his clothes from the ground, hand them to the woman, and rush her out. The woman, frustrated, gave him a fierce kick to vent her anger, and if not for the fear of Fu Xing on the screen, she would have surely cursed Horace to his death.