I only submission to you

Chapter 3

Jiang Nong walked into the cold and luxurious villa, her high heels slightly wet from the rain. As she

stepped inside, she saw that even the casual display of antique ornaments in the spacious living room

could not conceal the opulence. The floor was covered with an immaculate, luxurious carpet.

She thought

for a moment, then bent down to take off her shoes. As her bare feet touched the carpet, she suddenly

heard footsteps upstairs, very light.

Yet enough to make her uncontrollably lift her head and look

towards the source of the sound.

Fu Qinghuai stood at the top of the spiral staircase, looking down at

her.

Compared to their last meeting at the Cang Yue auction, he was dressed much more simply this time.

His white shirt didn't even have cufflinks, creating an eerily beautiful harmony with the classical

mural of the mysterious Buddha pattern behind him.

The air felt a bit stagnant.

Jiang Nong was clearly

nervous, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly with each breath.

Facing this seemingly calm but

extremely dangerous man, she completely forgot to ask why she was summoned here and instinctively

spoke:

"Hello, I'm your temporary neighbor..."

At this, her pearl-like toes unconsciously curled up.

She

hadn't expected that someone as mysterious and noble as Fu Qinghuai could be encountered here. She

wasn't sure if she had left any impression on him from hosting an antique auction.

Fu Qinghuai's calm

gaze remained on Jiang Nong. The intricate chandelier in the center of the living room cast a cold

light, clearly illuminating her delicate profile.

Because of the rain outside, she looked like a white

camellia flower fished out of water, the edges of her tender petals slightly moist, with a fragile

beauty.

Yet, her beautiful voice remained as captivating as ever.

This was Fu Qinghuai's first

impression of Jiang Nong.

As he descended the ornate spiral staircase, his steps were unhurried. His

voice, magnetic and cold, contained an inscrutable tone: "Neighbor?"

Then he asked:

"What's your name?"

Her watery eyes showed a slight ripple, and she softly replied: "Jiang Nong."

"A soft Wu dialect?"

"Three drops of water in Nong."

"So, it's the '*' in '****'." Fu Qinghuai's voice was deep and

magnetic, drawing out the last syllable slowly. Jiang Nong's ears turned visibly red, the first time

she felt her name was interpreted in such a soul-stirring way.

In a moment of distraction, she saw Fu

Qinghuai stop by the coffee table and pick up a black teapot with his long, exquisite hand. This time,

the cold white back of his hand was clean, without the faint golden Buddha pattern.

But it still

attracted Jiang Nong's gaze. Unconsciously, she stared.

Fu Qinghuai didn't mind her straightforward

gaze. In his sober state, he was particularly composed, slowly pouring a cup of hot tea,

He pushed it

towards her with two fingers: "Please have some tea."

Jiang Nong didn't lack tea, but since it was

given by him, she accepted it.

Touching the delicate teacup emitting a curl of steam, her white fingers

easily got a hint of blush from the heat. She hadn't drunk it yet.

She first smelled not only the tea

fragrance but also a faint scent of strong liquor lingering in the air.

Because of her allergy-prone

constitution, Jiang Nong's sense of smell was more sensitive than usual.

She raised her eyes again,

looking at Fu Qinghuai pouring liquor into a glass with undisguised surprise.

She hadn't expected

someone who seemed indifferent to emotions to drink such strong liquor in private.

At this moment,

there was a sound from outside the villa.

The young secretary, whom she had met once before, appeared,

holding a delicately packaged box of snow pear candy. In front of Fu Qinghuai, he respectfully handed

the box to Jiang Nong, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Miss Jiang, this is a thank-you gift from Mr. Fu."

A thank-you gift?

Jiang Nong looked at it with a slightly puzzled expression.

The secretary discreetly

made a sign with his eyebrows, mouthing three words to her: "The signing document."

Jiang Nong's memory

was gradually triggered, and she looked at Fu Qinghuai, who was lounging lazily on the sofa. At this

moment, he had finished his glass of strong liquor. His cold, white fingers gently placed the empty

glass on the edge of the coffee table.

Accompanied by a faint clink, he finally broached the subject,

his usual clear voice slowly saying: "I heard that Miss Jiang is a news anchor, so you must be good at

storytelling?"

Fu Qinghuai's 'I heard' was very low-key and reserved.

Given his status as the head of

the Fu family, if he wanted to know everything about a woman, it would be effortless.

Jiang Nong

hesitated: "Fairly good?"

"Do you have time, Miss Jiang?"

"For what?"

"Miss Jiang, Mr. Fu wants to hire

you to tell a story every day. As for the payment... you can name your price, or it can be calculated

by the hour or by the word." The secretary, who had been silent on the side, appropriately

interjected, resolving Jiang Nong's confusion.

Fu Qinghuai said nothing more, his calm gaze fixed on

her face.

Jiang Nong thought for a moment, not being foolish, quickly connecting it to the mention of

Fu Qinghuai's frequent insomnia by the secretary at the Cang Yue auction.

Her pale red lips pursed

slightly, unsure of what to say.

In contrast, someone like Fu Qinghuai, who held a superior position,

didn't like to force people. His expression understanding: "Take your time, Miss Jiang."

As the night

slowly passed, the misty rain continued to fall outside the large windows. Jiang Nong's tea had turned

cold. Realizing it was close to midnight, she decided it was time to leave.

She put the teacup back and

softly said goodbye: "I should be going..."

"Jiang Nong."

The man's soft, clear voice suddenly called

her name, making her heart skip a beat.

She stopped in her tracks.

Fu Qinghuai slowly left the sofa, his

tall figure gradually approaching, the cold, incense-like scent mingling with the warmth of the

liquor, permeating her pale skin.

Jiang Nong's pupils trembled slightly. Before she could move away,

she saw his beautiful, delicate hand holding the snow pear candy.

He said faintly behind her ear: "You

forgot this."

The nearly forgotten snow pear candy was finally accepted by Jiang Nong, which also

relieved the secretary, who had been keeping a low profile and watching the entire scene with teary

eyes.

Thankfully, it wasn't bought in vain.

As Fu Qinghuai's figure disappeared up the stairs, the

luxurious living room returned to silence.

The secretary took out his phone and opened WeChat. Sure

enough, someone had tagged him for gossip:

"The driver said Liang Che braved the rain at night to buy

authentic snow pear candy for Mr. Fu to please a beauty?"

"Who is this beauty who made Liang the Eunuch

personally run errands?"

"I heard it's the female host from the Cang Yue auction. It's normal if you

don't know. Liang Che was with Mr. Fu last time, if you want to know the details, you have to ask

him."

"...."

Everyone in this group was from Fu's top secretary team, so many were curious and tagged

Liang Che.

Unfortunately, there was no reply.

After reading the group messages, Liang Che saw someone

call him 'Liang the Eunuch' again. He thought for a moment, then leaked a few words in the group:

"After so many years, Mr. Fu has finally found a pleasing and melodious beauty, but unfortunately, she

declined tonight."

The group was lively, but this remark made it instantly boil over.

"What happened?"

Liang Che closed his phone, smiling with satisfaction. Tonight, everyone in the group was doomed to be

sleepless.

...

Perhaps because she was in an unfamiliar environment, Jiang Nong slept uneasily, even

falling into a long-forgotten dream.

In this rare torrential rainstorm, she was drenched, her white

dress looking like it was pulled from a swamp, shivering as she was rescued into Fu Qinghuai's car.

The

storm outside seemed to punish her rebellious act of escaping her foster parents' home.

Jiang Nong

tried to hide herself from the world, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Until a voice cut through the

darkness, asking her:

"Where do you want to go?"

As if guided by fate, Jiang Nong instinctively raised

her tearful eyes, the light dim. She didn't know the boy's name but instinctively trusted him, her

pale fingers wanting to cling to her savior:

"I want to find my grandma..."

The voice broke off, cold

light flashing outside the car window.

Jiang Nong's cold fingers touched the thick bloodstain on Fu

Qinghuai's left shoulder, becoming the last vivid color in her fragmented dreams over the years.

The

first ray of sunlight shone through the white curtains, its gentle warmth waking Jiang Nong from her

dream. Her delicate, curled eyelashes trembled slightly before she opened her eyes.

She looked around

the unfamiliar environment for a few seconds before realizing she had moved from her apartment filled

with osmanthus trees to temporarily stay here.

Jiang Nong sat up in the plush velvet blanket, her long

black hair cascading down her shoulders. As she looked to the side, her gaze fell on the box of snow

pear candy on the bedside table.

She stared at it for a long time without opening it, secretly wanting

to keep something.

To prove.

That the person who gave her the snow pear candy really existed in her

world.

Jiang Nong didn't go back to sleep.

She changed into an ankle-length frosty-colored dress and

went to the kitchen to heat up a cup of milk, then sat on the sofa.

Sipping the milk, she seemed to

remember something important, picked up her phone, and contacted Ji Ruzhuo: "I've moved into the

villa. By the way, who owns this place, and how much is the rent?"

After a while.

Ji Ruzhuo replied:

"Someone you know."

Jiang Nong's eyes lowered slightly. Seeing these words, a sense of fate rose in her

heart, and she slowly tightened her grip on the edge of the phone.

In the next second, Ji Ruzhuo

clearly informed her of the villa owner's name, catching her off guard: "There's only one owner of the

villas in this rich area—Fu Qinghuai."