Chapter 42
Song Yunnian couldn’t escape the man’s domineering grip, so she said helplessly, “President Fu, Song Feier just said it-I’m a woman who bore a child for an old man. Touching me would only tarnish your status. You should let me go.”
She felt Fu Yanchen was only flirting with her on a whim. Once she made things clear, he would surely lose interest.
Hearing her words, Fu Yanchen’s eyes suddenly turned cold. He glared at her and said, “Song Wanxing?”
“Yes, exactly. Look at how ugly he is-flat nose, crooked face. You can tell just by looking at him that his father was a disgusting, pot-bellied old man. So, President Fu, please let me go.”
Although Song Yunnian had later investigated Director Wang and learned the old man was dead, it didn’t change the fact that she only had Song Wanxing because Song Feier had framed her.
Fu Yanchen arched an eyebrow. Song Wanxing was ugly?
He certainly hadn’t seen it. On the contrary, the boy had very well-defined features that bore a striking resemblance to Song Yunnian’s, as if he had inherited all her best traits.
There were even some features Song Yunnian didn’t have, which must have come from his father.
None of it had anything to do with being “ugly.”
Instead of letting her go, Fu Yanchen reached out and tilted her chin up. “You little liar. Your words have zero credibility.”
Song Yunnian: “…”
Her expression turned cold. “If you don’t let go, I’m going to get violent.”
A hint of anticipation flickered in Fu Yanchen’s eyes as he gave a faint smile. “I’m actually quite looking forward to Miss Song getting ‘handsy’ with me.”
His suggestive tone made the air in the room turn thick and heavy.
“Pervert!” Song Yunnian spat.
She tensed her leg, aiming a kick at his most vulnerable spot, but the man had already seen through her intentions.
Song Yunnian had to support her back while trying to pull away, which was exhausting. Now, because of Fu Yanchen’s proximity, they were practically pressed against each other.
Even through their clothes, she could feel the hardness and the rise and fall of his chest.
Song Yunnian felt as if all her combat skills were useless against this man, making her feel like a helpless, weak woman.
Fu Yanchen leaned in closer and whispered, “Miss Song, has no one ever told you that there are some places on a man you shouldn’t touch?”
“Fu Yanchen, I didn’t realize you were so shameless. You act all cold and aloof, but you’re actually just a lecher. Hasn’t Song Feier satisfied you?”
Fu Yanchen chuckled softly, seemingly unbothered by her insults.
She had always addressed him formally and distantly as President Fu. This version of her was much more vibrant-and much more like her true self.
It only piqued his interest in her even more.
“Since you’ve already labeled me as such, it would be a shame if I didn’t do something to live up to the name.”
Song Yunnian was about to snap back again, but her eyes flickered. Suddenly, she shut her mouth and stopped struggling altogether.
A flash of surprise crossed Fu Yanchen’s eyes. “What’s this? Decided to be submissive?”
Song Yunnian smirked. “No, I just thought of something.”
The smile on her lips was breathtakingly beautiful, possessing an invisible allure.
Fu Yanchen was puzzled. “Thought of what?”
“One thousand per kiss. No, five thousand!”
And he had touched her several times just now; she had to settle the score for those too. She couldn’t let Fu Yanchen off so easily.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yanchen’s eyes instantly turned cold, and his aura became icy.
Was this woman’s head filled with nothing but money?
Seeing Fu Yanchen’s passion instantly extinguished, Song Yunnian smirked triumphantly. This time, she pushed him away with ease.
“I have things to do. I’ll send you my account details.”
With that, she immediately fled the office.
Fu Yanchen narrowed his eyes as he watched her retreating figure.
Tricked again. She had said that on purpose just to get him to let go. Was being near him really that repulsive to her?