Chapter 68: Chapter 53 Fiery_2 Chapter 68: Chapter 53 Fiery_2 A beam of light from the stained-glass church window cast down, perfectly outlining his sculpted, statuesque features.
Even as he bent over, the aura of authority around Fu Siyu did not diminish one bit.
In one photo, it seemed Fu Siyu noticed the distant camera, his eyes slightly lifting, a gaze fit for a king.
[Saved a big one, there really are overbearing CEOs like in the novels!
Who is getting ready to kill with looks?]
[Hit the jackpot, who is this CEO and his delicate wife?
Although I can’t see the woman’s face clearly, she must definitely be a super beauty no doubt.]
[So charming, do men really only exist in comics and novels?
A high-ranker bows down for love, ahhhh ahhh, novel translated into reality!!!
The background looks like Bruce’s, could I still fly to Bruce overnight?]
Even just a side profile, a blurred silhouette, this novel-like scene still sparked a heated discussion across the internet.
In the developed internet age, everyone thought it should be easy to find someone, but despite searching, they couldn’t find any information about the man.
Soon, people began to question the authenticity of the image.
“According to the suit the man is wearing, it’s the work of a world-renowned fashion designer.
Being able to wear a suit personally designed by such a master, there are no more than two hundred people in the entire world.
I just looked it up, and it seems there’s no such person.”
[I feel like it’s a fake image, probably AI-generated.
I don’t believe there are men that handsome in this world, if he was, he’d be famous already.]
[Forget it, if it’s fake, it’s fake, but I’m still obsessed.
No way does such a perfect face exist in the real world, only in animation.]
[Okay, I declare him as my animated husband now, tonight I’ll choose this husband’s face to play out a big drama of a CEO chasing his delicate wife.]
As quick as the internet hype came, it went, declared as a fake photo by many netizens, the buzz around Fu Siyu and Shu Wan’s photo gradually subsided.
But due to the composition and the attractiveness of the figures, some anime fans regarded it as a legendary image.
Some businesses, capturing this wave of enthusiasm, even toyed with the idea of using the photo commercially.
All this turmoil, naturally, was unbeknownst to Shu Wan and Fu Siyu.
By then, they had already returned to the ancient castle.
After drinking coffee and eating their fill of desserts, Shu Wan felt sleepy.
It was getting late, and after saying goodbye to Fu Siyu, Shu Wan returned to her bedroom to sleep.
However, before going to bed, Shu Wan had another task.
She made a video call to Fu Yang.
Fu Yang obviously wouldn’t accept it, and even arrogantly hung up, provoking Shu Wan’s discipline.
Unperturbed, Shu Wan sent Fu Yang a photo, and within three seconds, Fu Yang initiated a video call back to Shu Wan.
On the call, Fu Yang leaned against a corner, the background filled with harsh metal music; colorful lights intertwined, shining on Fu Yang’s face as he held a bottle, swaying it and archly raising his eyebrows at Shu Wan, “What do you want?”
“Otherwise?” Fu Yang tilted his head back, and half the bottle’s contents were gone at once.
His face flushed as if drunk, his eyes half-closed, his collar slightly open revealing some lipstick marks.
Shu Wan frowned slightly, just about to say something but stopped herself, instead, she brought up another topic, “Those shoes, your dad says he’ll buy them for you.”
“I don’t care about them.” Fu Yang snorted, “He’s just pretending to be nice.
I won’t accept it; let’s not talk anymore, there are many beautiful girls tonight, don’t delay my dancing.”
Then, Fu Yang cut the call.
The music was still loud, the lights still flashing, but the setting wasn’t a bar at all, it was Fu Yang’s bedroom.
He grabbed a wet wipe to remove the red marks on his neck, reached out to turn off the colorful lights.
After a moment, Fu Yang cursed under his breath, “Damn, I should’ve just gone to a real bar, why am I faking this.”
Though he said this, Fu Yang didn’t move, attributing it to being too tired to go out that day.
Yes, that was it, Fu Yang successfully convinced himself.
On the other side, looking at the hung-up black screen, Shu Wan smiled helplessly, then set her phone aside, ready to sleep.
She had been quite sleepy earlier, but now, lying on the soft bed, her sleepiness seemed to fade away a bit.