Spoiled Sparrow

"Miss Ruan, take the money and leave, or I won't let you stay in Kyoto safely."

Fu Yancheng's attitude changed quickly, and the threat in his tone was obvious.

The Fu family has been in business for three generations, a force feared by both the legitimate and criminal worlds. Crushing her would be as easy as stepping on an ant.

Meanwhile, Fu Chen was still at the Zhao family's banquet, accompanying Zhao Xiyao and dealing with the elders.

Another assistant, upon receiving Chen Yan's message, paced anxiously outside, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Grandpa Zhao drank to his heart's content. "Fu Chen, my precious granddaughter is now in your hands. You must treat her well."

"I think I'll only feel at ease if we pick an auspicious day to hold the engagement banquet."

"My health is deteriorating day by day... I need to have a few big, healthy boys soon so I can pass away peacefully..."

Fu Chen downed his wine in one gulp, and Zhao Xiyao smoothed things over, saying, "Grandpa, you're in good health. Don't keep talking about yourself. Things will happen naturally. You can't rush these things."

Two hours had passed since Chen Yan instructed him to inform President Fu, and no one had yet appeared. Chen Yan launched into a tirade: "You dare to neglect Miss Ruan's matter? Go now!"

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.

The knocking sounded, and Old Master Zhao was clearly displeased. His men went to open the door.

"Mr. Fu, we have important work to discuss with you."

Before Fu Chen could speak, Old Master Zhao said with a gloomy face, "Work? It's good that you're ambitious, but you can't go without food. Health is the foundation of everything—"

He then looked at Fu Chen and said, "Right, grandson-in-law?"

Old Master Zhao looked very unwell. Zhao Xiyao gently tugged at him under the table to remind him, and Fu Chen said, "We can talk about it later."

The assistant came out, her face pale.

Out of consideration for so many people, he dared not mention Miss Ruan Qing's name and could only say it was for work.

Chen Yan had already taken Ruan Qing back to her residence.

He didn't know what Fu Chen's father had said to her, but fortunately, she seemed alright, so it shouldn't be anything serious.

Chen Yan waited outside for two hours, and only drove away after seeing the lights go out through the window.

Ruan Qing immediately unplugged the surveillance camera when she got home.

Fortunately, she had already put her important documents, such as her ID card and passport, into her bag.

Even though she had been preparing to flee, she still felt a little flustered when the day actually came.

She looked up at the house; it was a coming-of-age gift from Fu Chen, and it was in her name.

Having lived there for four years, Ruan Qing was truly reluctant to leave. She took out her personal phone and listed the house on a second-hand housing transaction website.

Fu Chen won't come here after he and Miss Zhao get married.

She has decided never to come back, so there's no point in keeping the house.

Several months in advance, Ruan Qing began to gradually sell off the jewelry and bags that Fu Chen had casually given her. She only took a few things she particularly liked with her, which filled a suitcase.

After tidying everything up, she placed the phone with the GPS tracking function on the table.

After quietly watching Chen Yan leave, she put on a baseball cap and mask, picked up her suitcase, and headed straight for the airport.

In the taxi, she checked the flight information and saw that the earliest flight to country Y wouldn't depart until tomorrow morning.

She checked flights to visa-free countries and bought a ticket for the earliest departing country, T, just to avoid any unforeseen complications.

As Fu Chen emerged from the Zhao family's residence, his assistant immediately approached him.

"President Fu."

Fu Chen's eyes flashed with coldness: "What is it?"

The assistant stammered, "Brother Chen Yan said that your father met with Miss Ruan tonight."

After he finished speaking, he immediately felt a surge of heat, like the heat before a volcanic eruption.

Fu Chen checked his home security camera: No signal...

A black screen.

Location services enabled: Unable to connect...

......

"Hello, who is it?"

Lin Yun'en received a call from an unknown number in the middle of the night. She was still half asleep when she heard a familiar voice, but she immediately woke up.

"What?! She's not with me!"

Fu Chen stormed in, his expression turning sinister as he saw the cell phone on the table.

"Notify Chen Yan to take men and block both airports!"

The assistant, trembling, quickly gave the orders.

The waiting hall was noisy, and announcements kept playing to remind passengers to board.

Ruan Qing clutched her boarding pass, pulled her hat brim down, and strode towards the security checkpoint.

"Passengers in the back, please remove your masks and hats in advance."

During a routine security check, she took off her hat and looked around with some concern.

Seeing that there were passengers queuing around her, she felt relieved.

But just a second before she stepped into the security checkpoint, a cold and imposing figure suddenly blocked her way. Before she could see clearly, the person reached out a strong hand and pulled her out of the line.

She let out a muffled groan of pain, and the surrounding passengers all looked over.

Fu Chen's neck and eyes were bloodshot, his brows and eyes were covered with a layer of suppressed rage, and his powerful aura forced the people around him to unconsciously avoid him.

Ruan Qing looked up, his eyes filled with anger at being disobeyed.

She turned to leave, but before she could take even half a step, Fu Chen grabbed her wrist firmly, preventing her from moving forward any further.

"Come home with me."

His voice was low and suppressed, filled with anger, grievance, and a barely perceptible plea.

Five years ago, it was the same sentence that led Ruan Qing to go home with him.

She quickly pulled herself out of her memories and shook her head: "Please let me go."

Fu Chen's hand tightened, his gaze fixed on her: "Don't blame me."

Ruan Qing's body stiffened, and her face turned deathly pale.

Fu Chen gave her no chance to break free. Without saying a word, he forcefully gripped her wrist and turned to walk towards the exit without allowing her to resist.

Passengers passing by frequently cast curious glances, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

She was both embarrassed and flustered. "Let go of me!"

As the struggle intensified, his domineering grip tightened.

"It hurts so much, let me go!"

His patience ran out, so he simply picked her up horizontally, restrained her arms, pressed her into the car, then bent down to fasten the seatbelt, locked the car door, and completely cut off her possibility of escape.

Secretary Chen, who was chasing after him with his suitcase, was covered in sweat. Under such intense tension, he dared not say a word and silently started the gas pedal.

The car turned around and drove away from the airport, completely crushing her freedom.

Ruan Qing leaned her head against the car window, letting Fu Chen take her passport and phone from her. Her nose tingled, and tears silently streamed down her face.

She exhaled the breath she had been holding in and closed her eyes.

Inside the car, the eerily quiet atmosphere made Chen Yan, who was driving, afraid to breathe.

Ruan Qing refused to turn her head to look at him even once from beginning to end.

Fu Chen dragged the man into the house, his voice low: "Tell me, why?"

Why? He actually asked why...

Ruan Qing's emotions, which had been suppressed in her heart for several years, suddenly erupted.

"You're getting married and you're asking me why? Do you want me to be your mistress, a lover you can never show to anyone?!"

"Fu Chen, ask yourself honestly, do you love me? Do you treat me as an equal? ​​In your heart, do you treat me as a plaything that you can summon and dismiss at will, as your pet?"

When I'm in a good mood, I can be your girlfriend; when I'm in a bad mood, what am I?

Your tool for venting your desires.

Are these reasons enough?