The very next second, he flew straight out, landing on a pile of discarded costumes outside the door.
Although it didn’t hurt, with so many people backstage and countless eyes on him at the moment, his face turned somewhat red.
"What are you looking at? I’m just exercising."
The crowd turned their heads away, snickering as if they’d seen nothing, after all, they dared not mess with Su Zhou.
Su Zhou turned angrily, only to see the closed door of the dressing room.
He frowned, "Playing the virtuous and unyielding lady."
Su Zhou had a powerful background; he always did as he pleased in school. Now rejected by Shu Wan, he couldn’t save face. Just as he was about to re-enter the dressing room, someone called out to him.
"Chairman Su, someone up front has sent a message; they said there’s an important guest at the school, and they want you to go and welcome them."
Hearing this name, Su Zhou finally stopped in his tracks, "Fu Siyu? What’s he doing here?"
"Fu Siyu was once at Imperial University, he’s now returning as a distinguished alumnus."
Despite Su Zhou’s strong background, he knew that it was rare for Fu Siyu to make an appearance. If he could forge a connection with him, it would be extremely important for him to enter the family business after graduation.
Su Zhou straightened his clothes and then went to the front desk.
At that moment, the school leadership was conversing with Fu Siyu.
"Uncle Wang," Su Zhou approached the principal and called out.
The principal turned his head and waved to Su Zhou, "Come over, meet your senior; this is the pride of Imperial University."
As he spoke, the principal introduced Su Zhou to Fu Siyu, "Mr. Fu, this is Su Zhou, the young master of the Su Family, with both commendable character and scholarship."
Upon hearing this, Fu Siyu finally turned his gaze toward Su Zhou.
In that instant, Su Zhou didn’t know how to describe it; it was as if he was enveloped by an expansive glacier, carrying an immovable sense of oppression.
Su Zhou even felt there was contempt in Fu Siyu’s eyes.
But it was only fleeting, so quick that Su Zhou wondered if it was just his imagination.
In their circles, Fu Siyu was always the figure elders brought up with admiration. So, Su Zhou had always assumed Fu Siyu was about his father’s age.
Yet now, seeing Fu Siyu in person, Su Zhou realized how young he was.
But precisely because he was young, the calm with which he sat among the school leaders, accepting their careful flattery and casting a casual glance like a high ruler looking down upon the mortal world, was all the more alarming.
Su Zhou had always prided himself as a favored child of the heavens, but at this moment, he truly understood what it meant to be a true child of the heavens.
"With both commendable character and scholarship?" Fu Siyu spoke indifferently, "I don’t think so."
Hearing this, everyone was immediately startled.
Since the moment Fu Siyu arrived, he had been silent, just quietly listening to the school’s introduction.
Now, directly targeting Su Zhou, it made everyone curious if Su Zhou had somehow offended Fu Siyu.
Just having been thrown out of the dressing room by Shu Wan, and now hearing Fu Siyu’s words, Su Zhou subconsciously felt a sense of emptiness, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Fu?"
"It means you shouldn’t covet people you shouldn’t covet."
Fu Siyu slightly lifted his eyes, the profound look in them like a sharpened blade, effortlessly piercing through Su Zhou’s naïve defenses with determination honed by time and blood.
Su Zhou’s heart chilled, guessing that Fu Siyu must be friends with Shu Wan’s husband and it was her husband who had sent Fu Siyu to warn him.
Regardless, lusting after another man’s wife was somewhat disgraceful, especially in front of so many school leaders and students; Su Zhou could only equivocate, "Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Fu."
Fu Siyu gestured dismissively, seemingly not wanting to see Su Zhou any longer.
Always the center of attention, Su Zhou was discarded for the first time, and what was worse, he had no feelings of resistance.
Because he genuinely felt the vast gulf between himself and Fu Siyu.
On stage, the performance continued, Fu Siyu glanced at his phone and then stood up to leave.
"Mr. Fu, aren’t you going to watch anymore?"
"No more," Fu Siyu nodded to the school leaders, "My wife is waiting for me."
"Oh, yes, I’ve heard that Mr. Fu and his wife have a very good relationship."
The school leaders hadn’t actually heard anything but were adept at making small talk, "Next time, Mr. Fu, you could bring your wife along. Which university did she graduate from?"
Fu Siyu’s gaze flickered slightly, "She’s from Imperial University too."
"Oh! That’s quite a coincidence, please do bring her next time."
Fu Siyu’s gaze flickered slightly again, "Certainly."