Chapter 116: A Gentle Massage

Su Wanwan's eyes curved into crescent moons with laughter. Within their depths shimmered ripples of light, clear and bright like a pristine spring, dazzling as a constellation of stars. Yet, upon closer scrutiny, one could discern a faint glint of cunning playfulness concealed beneath.

"Ziyang, why are you indulging me again?"

Fu Ziyang forced a composed expression as he bent down to pick up the tiles. Inside, a voice urged him: Stop playing already! But stubbornly, he defied reason, "Third time's the charm, third time's the charm. Let's continue!"

And so it went—

"Small Three Dragons, Hu!"

"A Dragon Straight, Hu!"

"Pure Color Four Consecutive Sequences, Hu!"

"…"

A mournful melody echoed in his ears, hammering against Fu Ziyang's shattered spirit. The facade he had so arduously maintained crumbled instantly, leaving not a trace behind. Trembling, he closed his eyes and played the tiles in his hand.

Su Wanwan's crimson lips lifted in a perfect smile as she uttered the cruelest words with utmost grace, "Hu."

"Lanlan, change the background music, this one's too tragic."

Xia Kelan pressed the remote, laughing heartily. Once, when Su Wanwan was at her most jubilant, she had played Mahjong all night long with the eldest brother, the second brother, and the family head, waking the next day to find billions added to their account. Since then, Xia Kelan never wagered more than ten yuan with Su Wanwan.

Fu Ziyang, utterly defeated, ruffled his hair in despair.

"I don't want to play with you anymore! You're all bullying me!" With that, he grabbed his coat from the sofa and dashed out.

Su Wanwan called after him, "The car outside belongs to me. Take a cab home."

Fu Ziyang halted momentarily, then sped away even faster.

"You have such a strong grip."

Xie Cheng quietly shifted his leg aside, wary that Xia Kelan might accidentally hit the wrong spot and cause him a second injury.

Xia Kelan snorted and stood up to clear the table.

Su Wanwan sipped her water leisurely, gently stretching her aching waist. She glanced at the date. Just as Fu Liangmu had predicted, the time was indeed near; sitting for too long caused discomfort in her lower back.

Xia Kelan keenly noticed her subtle movement and immediately understood.

"Wanwan, if you're tired, you should rest upstairs for a while."

"All right."

Having pondered over the pendant from the Fu family all night, unable to sleep, she now felt a bit drowsy. Entering the room, Su Wanwan slowly made her way to the bed.

"I'll heat you some milk, don't sleep yet! Wait for me!"

Xia Kelan hurried out.

But upon returning with the milk, she encountered an unexpected obstacle blocking the door.

Fu Liangmu's long fingers stretched out flat; his dark eyes calm and unreadable, betraying no emotion.

"Give it to me."

Feeling his imposing presence, Xia Kelan silently handed over the milk. It was broad daylight, and Su Wanwan hadn't been drinking—surely nothing was wrong?

Fu Liangmu entered, locked the door behind him, then saw…

Golden sunlight streamed through the window, casting a hazy glow upon her. Eyes closed, her long lashes cast deep shadows, her figure slender and graceful.

Hearing the sound, Su Wanwan murmured without opening her eyes, "Lanlan, help me draw the curtains."

With a rustle—the curtains closed.

"Do you think Fu Liangmu is like a worm in my belly, knowing even the exact day…"

"But he was right; I woke up with a sore back this morning."

"Lanlan, can you massage me a little?"

The cup clicked softly on the table.

Fu Liangmu set down the milk, tiptoed to the bedside, and sat. Then, he reached out his hand.

"Why through your clothes?"

Su Wanwan's delicate brows furrowed slightly in dissatisfaction. She decisively lifted her top at the waist.

The room dimly lit, yet Fu Liangmu could still see the flawless, slender curve of her waist—skin like polished jade, delicate as porcelain, seemingly fragile enough to shatter with a touch.

"Feels good…"

His hand paused, his inner turmoil bubbling to the surface. He steadied himself, focusing intently.

Yet Su Wanwan pressed on playfully.

"My back's a bit sore too, a little higher."

Fu Liangmu: "…"

The expanse of alabaster skin blossomed like a flower beneath the black clasped garment. Just a slight movement of his fingers could easily…

Fu Liangmu shook his head gently. Calm. He must remain composed.

But the more he tried, the more his mind replayed forbidden scenes in a maddening loop—over and over.

A sudden flush rushed to his face.

Drip—

Startled, Su Wanwan opened her eyes in confusion.

"Lanlan, something's dripping…"

Like a child caught in mischief, Fu Liangmu hastily grabbed the blanket and flung it toward Su Wanwan's unsuspecting face.

Striding out swiftly, the door slammed open with a bang, striking Xie Cheng's forehead.

Fu Liangmu turned and shut it quietly, his Adam's apple bobbing as his voice turned hoarse, "What are you doing standing at the door?"

Rubbing his head, Xie Cheng nervously handed over a sheet of paper. Worried, he asked, "Brother… are you okay? Why is there blood?"

Fu Liangmu repeated coldly, "Why are you here?"

"Uh… Xia Kelan sent me, so I just…"

Fu Liangmu lifted his icy gaze. Xie Cheng stepped back, a chill shooting to his crown, feeling the oppressive stare like a thorn in his back, making it hard to stand steady.

Fu Liangmu's thin lips curved in a faint, chilling smile that never reached his eyes.

"Seems you listen to her quite well."

A melodious female voice with a hint of gossip drifted from the corner.

"Are you jealous?"

Fu Liangmu glared coldly at the eccentric Xia Kelan, clearly out of sync with them, then descended the stairs.

Xie Cheng, desperate not to be sent abroad again, swiftly gave chase.

"Brother! Wait for me!"

Xia Kelan scratched her head, thoughtfully piecing together her theory, convinced of its logic.

"So it's not just Xie Cheng's unrequited love for Fu Liangmu?"

"Fu Liangmu has feelings for Xie Cheng too?"

"Ah, the heart of a man is an ocean of mysteries!"

"No, wait… my LV bag!"

Xia Kelan rushed down the stairs in a panic, only to open the villa door and find…