Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Shiyu stood up. In the torrential rain, she raised her pretty almond-shaped eyes and looked at the long luxury car ahead.
The back window of the car rolled down and a handsome, refined face was revealed. It was Fu Qinglun.
Fu Qinglun had come back.
The man’s deep black eyes landed on the woman. He curved his dark red lips and gave a laugh. “Where’s the car that’s fetching you?”
Lin Shiyu felt there was a tinge of mockery in his question.
“Young Master Fu, haven’t you left? Why are you back?”
Fu Qinglun arched his good-looking brows. “The car is mine. I can go and return as I wish.”
“…”
He returned to see her making a fool of herself!
Lin Shiyu did not say a word. She turned around and returned to the shelter to evade the rain. Whipping out her cell phone, she wanted to book a taxi on the web.
But there were no cars in the vicinity. All the cars had stopped coming out in such bad weather.
Fu Qinglun looked at the woman outside the window. At this moment, the butler said, “Young Master, the tornado has left Karghalik. It is speculated that this torrential rain will cease very soon.”
“Make a call and request for artificial rain. Don’t let the rain stop,” Fu Qinglun said.
The butler was stunned. He had never imagined that Young Master would make such a request.
The butler peered through the window and saw the woman standing under the shelter. It was obvious that she had been trapped there because of the heavy downpour and she could not leave. Young Master wanted to make things difficult for the woman.
These three years, there had been many women who wanted to get close to Young Master, but he did not even deign to give them a second glance. However, Young Master’s attitude was very different towards this woman.
This was the first woman that had appeared beside Young Master.
“Yes, Young Master,” The butler replied respectfully and dialed a number on his cell phone.
Lin Shiyu looked at the notifications on her cell phone. It stated that the tornado had left Karghalik.
She breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like this torrential rain would stop very soon.
But she received another message in the next second.
Lin Shiyu looked at the message – Dear Citizens, although the tornado has left, there will still be heavy rainfall.
Heavy rainfall?
Lin Shiyu was at a loss looking at these two words.
Why was she so unlucky?
The downpour was getting heavier and her black windbreaker was all wet. She shivered from the cold.
It was so cold.
Lin Shiyu raised her pretty almond-shaped eyes and saw that the luxury car was still parked ahead.
A few seconds later, she ran into the rain, raised her hand and knocked on the car window. The car window gradually rolled down and Fu Qinglun’s handsome face appeared again.
*Young Master Fu, the car that is supposed to fetch me is not coming. Could you give me a lift?”
Fu Qinglun looked at her. “Get in.”
…
In the luxury car.
Lin Shiyu sat on her seat and looked around the luxury car. The luxurious car was the epitome of the highest level of luxury. There were a sofa, television and red wine.
She had seen many luxury cars, but she had never seen one that was both minimalistic but luxurious at the same time.
She took a glance at the man sitting opposite. He had already removed his black coat, revealing the pure white shirt within. His handsome back was leaning indolently against the sofa and his legs were gracefully crossed. While he sat there, he was perusing some documents. The clean, white shirt encased his muscular wrist on which an expensive watch was strapped on. He looked sophisticatedly charming.
He was even more polished than before.
Had he already found his biological family?
Just then, Lin Shiyu sneezed.
Fu Qinglun looked up from his documents and glanced at the woman’s wet black windbreaker. “Take off your clothes.”
Take off your clothes.
These words made Lin Shiyu’s luscious lashes quiver and she looked up to meet the man’s gaze.
“What I meant was to remove your wet clothes. Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?” Fu Qinglun curved his lips.
“…”
He did it on purpose.
He was teasing her.
Lin Shiyu really did feel chilled to the bone. But she could not catch a cold, because if she caught a cold, she would spread it to Little Lemon.
These three years, she did not dare to let herself fall ill. Even though there was a Filipino maid at home, she would always take care of Little Lemon to the best of her ability.
Lin Shiyu removed her black windbreaker.
Fu Qinglun looked at her. She was wearing a white silk top with a butterfly knot and high-waisted black fitting trousers. The woman had a very good figure, and her legs were exquisitely long.
Her white shirt was also a little damp. Her black lacy bra could be seen distinctly.
The combination of white and black enhanced her beauty and womanly charm.
Lin Shiyu was also aware that her top was damp at the chest. She looked up to see Fu Qinglun staring at the damp area.
“Young Master Fu, we have not seen each other for three years. Have you degraded to the point of peeking at women’s chests?”
Fu Qinglun arched his good-looking brows, and his gaze shifted from her top to her pretty face. “Miss Lin, I was not ‘peeking’ at you. I was looking at you openly.”
“…”
As her hair was also wet, Lin Shiyu raised her hand and took off her hair tie. Shaking her hair loose, it swayed seductively and the little water droplets splashed onto Fu Qinglun’s face.
Fu Qinglun was caught off-guard, and all he could smell was the fragrance from the woman’s hair. “Was that intentional?”
Lin Shiyu tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and a pretty smile played on her red lips.
She did it intentionally!
Fu Qinglun gave a low laugh and handed her his black coat. “Put this on.”
The heater in the car was already turned on, but Lin Shiyu still felt very cold. She needed his clothes.
So she extended her hand and reached for the coat.
Her soft fingers tugged the corner of the coat, but she did not manage to pull it over to her, as the man did not release it.
Her heart jumped. She wanted to release her hand, but at this moment, the man tugged forcefully and her delicate body immediately fell towards him.
A strong arm held her svelte waist and she found herself falling onto the man’s muscular thigh.
Pain.
Her bottom was in pain. His thigh was just too muscular, and it was as hard as a rock.
They were in an intimate position. She sat on his thigh and took in the clean, masculine scent from his body. He seemed to smell better than before.
Her pretty face blushed and she struggled immediately to get off the man. “Young Master Fu, what are you doing? Let go of me!”
But Fu Qinglun did not let go and his strong arm was still holding onto her slender waist like a steel vice. He threw the documents on his thigh aside, grasped her hands with his fair palm and placed her hands on his handsome face.
