The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"Comrade Lu,"

The voice of the acknowledgment was calm, yet each word carried a heavy weight.

"Just talk, don't resort to violence."

Lu Xingzhou looked at the suddenly appearing Xie Ci,

Then he looked at Fu Hua, who was being protected behind him.

His face darkened completely: "Xie Ci, what business is it of yours if I'm talking to Fu Hua?"

"Of course it's related."

Xie Ci took half a step forward, completely blocking Fu Hua behind him.

The posture is one of undisguised possession and protection.

"Fu Hua is my boyfriend, my fiancée. Tell me, does this have anything to do with me?"

That's too direct and too domineering.

Even Fu Hua was taken aback.

Lu Xingzhou suddenly looked at Fu Hua, his eyes filled with shock.

There was also a final struggle: "Huahua... is what he said true?"

Standing behind Xie Ci, Fu Hua could feel the warmth emanating from his broad back.

She paused for two seconds, then stepped out from behind Xie Ci.

Stand next to him.

Under the moonlight, she looked up at Lu Xingzhou.

The voice was clear: "It's true."

The three words are like three nails.

This crushed Lu Xingzhou's last hope.

He stood there, looking at the two people standing side by side in front of him.

Xie Ci stood tall and straight, his eyes sharp as knives.

Fu Hua's expression was calm, but the way she stood next to Xie Ci conveyed a natural sense of closeness.

It's different when she's with him and other men.

That unspoken understanding, that perfect match that needed no words, stung his eyes.

After a long while, Lu Xingzhou took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He forced a smile, a smile more painful than a grimace: "Okay... I understand."

He glanced at Fu Hua one last time, his eyes as complex as a still pond in late autumn.

Then he turned around and walked step by step into the night.

His silhouette stretched long under the streetlights, conveying an indescribable sense of loneliness.

He regretted it, because he was the one who met Fu Hua first.

Why didn't he realize his own feelings sooner?

After everyone had walked away, Xie Ci turned around and looked at Fu Hua.

The moonlight, like water, shone on her face.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes casting small shadows beneath them, lost in thought.

Xie Ci reached out and affectionately flicked her nose: "Little vixen."

Fu Hua looked up at him, quite surprised by the way he addressed her.

"She's constantly surrounded by men."

Xie Ci's voice lowered, tinged with helplessness.

A hint of jealousy crept in her voice. "How can I feel at ease?"

Fu Hua took a step back, her eyes flickering: "We agreed... to start as friends. This isn't something a friend would do."

"friend?"

Xie Ci raised an eyebrow and took a step closer.

"You didn't say that in front of Lu Xingzhou just now."

Fu Hua stepped back, her heel hitting the stone steps by the roadside: "That was...that was to make him give up."

"So you're using me as a shield?"

After thanking them, the distance between the two...

They were so close they could feel each other's breath.

Fu Hua tried to retreat further, but behind her was already the trunk of a sycamore tree.

Xie Ci reached out and braced himself against the tree trunk beside her, trapping her between himself and the trunk.

A masculine aura emanates from him.

It carries a faint tobacco scent and a unique, crisp, clean aroma that belongs to farewells.

Fu Hua's heart suddenly started beating faster than usual.

The moonlight, fragmented by the leaves, fell on Xie Ci's face.

He looked down at her, at those always calm and sharp eyes.

At this moment, it was as deep as the night sea, churning with emotions that Fu Hua could not understand.

"you……"

Fu Hua wanted to say something, but her voice was a little dry, "What do you want to do?"

There was no reply to the thank-you message.

He simply looked at her, his gaze slowly moving from her eyes to the tip of her nose, and then to her lips.

That gaze was too focused, too aggressive.

It made Fu Hua feel extremely uncomfortable.

She could smell Xie Ci's scent.

You can feel the subtle airflow created by his breathing.

My once calm heart suddenly became restless.

Like a lake surface tossed with a pebble, the ripples just keep spreading.

Fu Hua instinctively wanted to dodge, so she lowered her head.

But Xie Ci grabbed her chin and gently lifted it up.

"What are you hiding from?"

Xie Ci's voice was so low it was almost inaudible, yet it possessed a dangerous magnetism.

Fu Hua was forced to look him in the eye.

In the moonlight, she could clearly see her own reflection in Xie Ci's pupils.

Small and flustered.

Xie Ci's face moved even closer, his nose almost touching hers.

His gaze lingered on her lips for a long time.

It went on for so long that Fu Hua felt like she was about to stop breathing.

Then, he suddenly twitched his nose.

Fu Hua's eyelashes trembled with nervousness.

Xie Ci suddenly laughed, a low laugh with a hint of mockery.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "Have you been drinking?"

Fu Hua suddenly opened her eyes, her face instantly burning: "I...I didn't drink it!"

"Didn't drink?"

Xie Ci's fingers touched her cheek, the temperature of his fingertips was frighteningly hot.

"Why is your face so red if you haven't drunk anything?"

Fu Hua tried to push him away, placing her hand on his chest, but couldn't budge him.

That solid chest was like a wall, completely unmoved.

She wanted to lower her head and escape from his embrace again.

But Xie Ci grabbed her waist with his other hand.

She leaned forward and pressed herself tightly against him.

"Thank you!"

Fu Hua's voice carried a hint of panic.

"What are you doing? This is on the street."

Xie Ci didn't speak, he just looked at her.

Under the moonlight, his eyes were so deep they seemed to draw you in.

He lowered his head and gently brushed his nose against hers, an overly intimate gesture.

Fu Hua's mind went blank, and she felt dizzy.

Male hormones acted like a net, trapping her tightly, and her reason gradually dissipated.

then,

Xie Ci lowered his head and kissed him.

It was not a tentative touch, but a direct and domineering invasion.

His lips were a little cool, but the kiss was warm.

It carries an irresistible force and a long-suppressed desire.

Fu Hua froze.

Eyes wide open, staring at the thank-you speech that was so close at hand.

His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast soft shadows in the moonlight.

"Little imp, concentrate."

Xie Ci gently nibbled on Fu Hua's earlobe, his lips lingering and caressing hers.

The hand gripping her waist was very tight.

It was so tight it felt like it was trying to meld her into its body.

The world suddenly became very quiet.

The cicadas' chirping has disappeared, the wind's sound has disappeared.

Only the sound of their heartbeats remained.

They collided, one after another, into each other's chests.

After what seemed like an eternity, Xie Ci finally stepped back a little.

His forehead pressed against hers, his breathing slightly erratic.

His eyes, however, shone as brightly as if they were filled with starlight.

Fu Hua was still in a daze, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed.

His eyes were wet, like a frightened fawn.

Xie Ci looked at her like this, his Adam's apple bobbed, and then he lowered his head.

This time, I gently touched the corner of her lips.

"Fu Hua,"

His voice was terribly hoarse. "You said we should start as friends... but I don't want to just be friends anymore."

Fu Hua opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Xie Ci's fingers traced her lips.

The area was slightly red and swollen from the kiss: "Is the person in your heart...me?"

The moonlight was like water, and the leaves of the paulownia tree rustled softly.

Fu Hua looked into Xie Ci's eyes, at the deep affection and unwavering devotion within them.

Like a gentle net, it trapped her firmly.