Chapter 5: Collision Course (5)
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"Let go. Fair warning," Qu Yan glared, the pain making her voice brittle, "your little sweetheart is heading this way. Want me to make her cry for her mama right here?"
Fu Tingchuan didn't believe her, but he released his grip.
"Go home. Now," he commanded under his breath.
Qu Yan ignored him. "No. I have business with him—" Her slender finger pointed towards the imposing figure now stepping onto the main balcony for a smoke.
Fu Tingchuan paled. "Qu Yan, enough!" he ground out, voice low and urgent. "Do you even know who that is? Stay away from him!"
"Who is he?" Genuine curiosity sparked in Qu Yan. She hadn't pulled his file yet.
"It doesn't matter! Just stay clear. You cannot afford to provoke him!"
"If he's that untouchable..." A dangerous glint lit Qu Yan's eyes. "Well, that just makes me want to try harder."
Fu Tingchuan watched her expression shift to keen interest, the knot of frustration in his chest tightening. He tugged irritably at his tie. "Five million more in alimony. Leave. Now."
Qu Yan shook her head. "I'm not done playing."
Fu Tingchuan, losing patience, reached to grab her again. But Bai Jianing had already approached, her voice timid. "Brother Chuan..."
Qu Yan raised a brow, settling in to watch the little white lotus approach. Bai Jianing's features weren't remarkable, but her petite, pure aura was her strength. Barely five feet tall, she looked fragile and delicate beside Fu Tingchuan.
"Brother Chuan, who is this..." Bai Jianing asked cautiously, her eyes darting to Qu Yan as if expecting a physical attack.
"Don't worry about it. Go back to work," Fu Tingchuan softened his tone. "I'll find you once I'm done here."
Qu Yan clicked her tongue loudly, the sarcasm unmistakable. The audacity of this pair, flaunting their affection right in front of her!
Bai Jianing flinched at the sound, her face paling, eyes instantly welling up. "Brother Chuan, I'm sorry, I..."
"You've done nothing wrong. No need to apologize," Fu Tingchuan murmured soothingly.
Qu Yan had heard enough. "Nothing wrong?" Her voice was icy. "Seducing a married man? Being the other woman? Doesn't that count?"
Fu Tingchuan whirled on her. "Shut your mouth! My relationship with Jianing is pure. We've done nothing. She is not a mistress." He would wait until after the divorce. Jianing was fragile; he had to protect her, shield her from scandal.
Qu Yan couldn't help but applaud, the sound sharp in the lounge's din. "Bravo. Truly. So, according to your logic, as long as you haven't crossed that final line, it's not cheating. Got it. I'll be sure to follow your standards exactly."
Qu Yan was a woman of action. She turned on her heel and walked straight towards the large balcony.
It was spacious, furnished with an L-shaped white sofa and lush potted plants. A tall, powerfully built man stood by the railing, a cigarette between his long fingers, its ember glowing faintly in the dim light. His silhouette alone radiated potent, undeniable masculinity.
Clicking her heels purposefully, Qu Yan approached. As she walked, she summoned her Multiverse Agency smart-screen, pulling up the man's profile.
Bo Siyan. Age 29. Height 187cm.
Illegitimate son of the patriarch of the Bo family, Jiang City's wealthiest clan.
Recalled to the Bo family at fourteen, he rejected all inheritance. Built his own empire through sheer intellect and ruthless ambition.
A stock market savant. An underworld kingpin.
Bo Siyan's private life was intensely guarded. No women were known to get close. Rumors spoke of deep-seated mistrust towards the entire gender.
Qu Yan finished scanning as she reached him. She reached out to tap his shoulder.
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