Chapter 81 – The Scene of “Truth Smells Sweet”

Xie Cheng stood on the main road, staring at the car speeding away in anger.

"It's over... he's really mad this time…"

"Liangmu~"

"Xiao Liangliang~"

"Xiao Mumu~"

"Let me explain!"

He flagged down a car and gave chase.

Inside the car, Fu Liangmu kept checking the time on his phone, his handsome brows furrowed in frustration.

"Drive faster!" he urged repeatedly.

Half an hour later, he finally arrived at the small Western-style house. Leaping out of the car, he pressed a scarred prosthetic onto his face and strode inside with long, powerful steps.

His sharp gaze swept across the room and locked instantly onto a petite woman collapsed on the floor.

Su Wanwan was half-leaning against the sofa, her right leg stretched out. Her complexion was as pale as paper, sweat beading on her forehead, her hair soaked at the roots.

"Wanwan!" Fu Liangmu crouched before her and seized her hand—it was ice cold, chilling to the bone.

"How do you feel?"

"Where does it hurt?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Su Wanwan's eyes.

"You came so quickly."

Fu Liangmu's always composed face betrayed a rare hint of panic. He nodded stiffly, trying to remain calm.

"I happened to be nearby. The moment I got your call, I located you right away."

Su Wanwan nodded and pointed to her foot.

"I twisted my ankle."

Fu Liangmu's pupils contracted. He glanced up at the three-story height of the building and immediately connected the dots from what Xie Cheng had told him.

Without hesitation, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over Su Wanwan's slender frame, buttoning it up carefully. Then, he lifted her into his arms in a princess carry.

"I'm taking you to the hospital."

Just as they reached the door, a taxi pulled up in front of them. The window rolled down. Xie Cheng leaned out and waved.

"Haha… what a coincidence."

Fu Liangmu's face remained frosty. Without even sparing him a glance, he carried Su Wanwan into the car.

Xie Cheng hurriedly switched vehicles to follow, deliberately leaving the backseat empty for the two of them. As soon as he settled in, he turned and asked nervously,

"Miss Su, are you alright?"

Su Wanwan leaned painfully against the seat, her right foot barely touching the floor, every movement triggering waves of searing pain. She replied perfunctorily,

"I'll live."

Xie Cheng let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness this little goddess hadn't been seriously hurt—otherwise, Fu Liangmu would've skinned him alive.

"That's good, that's good. Let's get going."

"Liangmu, if we head out now, we can still make it in time."

Hearing that, Su Wanwan quickly interjected.

"If you two have something urgent, go ahead."

"I can go to the hospital by myself for a check-up and get the meds."

Fu Liangmu showing up like this was already more than she could have asked for—after all, they were only husband and wife on paper.

Xie Cheng was overjoyed by her understanding nature.

"That's really—"

Before he could finish, Fu Liangmu's face turned even colder, his voice brooking no argument.

"I'm not comfortable leaving you alone. Your injury is serious—you can barely walk."

Xie Cheng's heart skipped a beat, feeling the invisible chill radiating from Fu Liangmu's direction. He discreetly reached for the door lock, ready to bail at the first sign of danger.

"Miss Su's foot… is hurt?" he asked, tentatively.

Su Wanwan bit her pale lip, her stunning features laced with fury and frustration.

When she'd first met F, she hadn't thought he was this kind of person.

"Yeah."

Xie Cheng's smile stiffened. He put on a professionally fake grin and asked, as if going through the motions,

"So, what exactly happened?"

Su Wanwan threw her hands up.

"I'd love to know too. Last night, a student from Lunen named F abducted me and locked me up in this place."

"I think there's something seriously wrong with his head—he's a complete psycho!"

She was still fuming just thinking about it.

Fu Liangmu's eyes darkened as he slowly turned his gaze toward Xie Cheng.

Xie Cheng's mouth twitched. He winked exaggeratedly, as if saying: You think she meant "psycho" only about me? You're not off the hook either, buddy!

With theatrical outrage, he clenched his fist and protested on her behalf.

"Outrageous! That guy is absolutely deranged!"

"But you didn't need to jump out the window—that was way too risky."

"Good thing it was just your ankle. If you'd landed wrong, you could've died!"

Su Wanwan rubbed her forehead, exasperated.

"It's not like I wanted to! But that lunatic never came back, and the place had nothing—I didn't even get a drop of water all night!"

"When I finally jumped down from the third floor and made it to the living room, I found a feast spread out on the table!"

Xie Cheng tested the waters with a straight face, as if he wasn't the one who'd locked her up.

"Maybe all that food… was meant for you? Left there by the psycho?"

Su Wanwan stared at him like he was an idiot.

"Are you kidding me?"

"If he really meant to feed me, would he have locked me in?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a loud grrrr echoed from her stomach.

Xie Cheng's gaze drifted down to her flat belly.

"Wait… don't tell me you didn't eat anything?"

Su Wanwan lifted her chin with pride.

"I'd rather starve than eat anything he bought!"

Xie Cheng: "…"

For a while, Fu Liangmu didn't say a word.

Su Wanwan turned her head and noticed the heavy atmosphere around him—like the air pressure had dropped.

He was looking down slightly, his bangs veiling his expression, but the restrained torment in his dark eyes was unmistakable.

The car turned a corner. Harsh sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Fu Liangmu's profile, which was so flawless it glowed. Yet the coldness around him remained.

His tall, straight figure exuded an innate nobility.

Sensing her gaze, he turned slightly. His long lashes trembled faintly.

In that instant, every emotion in his ink-black eyes seemed to collapse.

He exhaled softly.

"…I'm sorry."

Su Wanwan was about to ask what he meant when he turned away again, his voice distant.

"I was too late."

Her fingers absentmindedly scratched at the seat cushion.

"…I should be the one thanking you."

Fu Liangmu didn't respond.

A while later, he told the driver to stop in front of a hamburger shop. He went in and came back with several meals.

Xie Cheng reached out eagerly.

"Wow, so thoughtful—I didn't have much lunch—"

He watched, dumbfounded, as the entire bag of food passed right by him and landed beside Su Wanwan.

"Eat something. Settle your stomach."

"Thank you."

Fu Liangmu closed the door and glanced down at Su Wanwan's awkwardly placed leg.

"Turn this way—put your leg on me."

"Eh?"

He bent down and gently lifted her ankles, resting her legs across his lap.

"This… isn't very appropriate, is it?"

She was still wearing shoes. It would dirty his pants.

"It's fine."

Fu Liangmu grabbed a cushion and tucked it behind her waist so she could recline comfortably.

His expression was calm throughout, his manner natural—as though this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

Xie Cheng was utterly stunned.

Usually, Fu Liangmu wouldn't even let him rest an arm on his shoulder without recoiling in disgust—yet now, he was letting Su Wanwan put her feet on him?

And that woman who'd just sworn she'd rather starve to death than eat anything from F?

Was now devouring a burger like she hadn't eaten in days.