Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Lin Shiyu lifted her eyes, a good-looking face appeared before her eyes. “Jingtong, why are you here?”

It was Fu Jingtong.

Fu Jingtong held onto Lin Shiyu’s narrow waist, carefully inspecting Lin Shiyu’s body, checking if she had sustained any injuries. “Lion, I came to send you the score and noticed that you were in a precarious situation. Are you okay, are you injured anywhere?”

“No.” Lin Shiyu shook her head.

“President, you’re injured!” Bei Chuan’s voice erupted over the chaotic scene.

Lin Shiyu turned her head around, spotting Fu Qinglun standing not far away from her. His right arm was lacerated with a bloody wound.

The blood was streaming down from his palm, falling on the ground, drop after drop.

The blood was a gaudy red.

Lin Shiyu glanced at the wine rack behind Fu Qinglun, her mind whirring as she figured everything out in an instant. He was the one who managed to push the wine rack away from her in the nick of time.

He was the one who protected her.

Fu Qinglun stood still, his appearance slowly turning ice-cold. He shot a baleful stare in Lin Shiyu’s direction after noticing that Fu Jingtong’s hand was around Lin Shiyu’s waist.

Fu Jingtong had already sensed his menacing aura and he quickly retracted his hand, greeting him, “Big Brother.”

Fu Qinglun nodded his head, acknowledging his greeting.

“President, your arm is still bleeding. Let’s head to the hospital to get it bandaged.” Bei Chuan was frantic with worry.

Fu Qinglun didn’t move, his gaze shifting on Lin Shiyu’s exquisite face.

Bei Chuan looked in Lin Shiyu’s direction too, he knew that President was waiting for Madam to show her concern.

President wanted Madam to be concerned about him.

Lin Shiyu retracted her gaze. “Jingtong, aren’t you here to send me the score? Let’s head back to practice together.”

She left together with Fu Jingtong.

She had left.

Fu Qinglun clenched his fists tightly, he was disappointed and the corner of his lips formed a depressing arch. She couldn’t even be bothered to glance at him.

...

Lin Shiyu got in Fu Jingtong’s luxurious car and they sped away.

“Lion, Big Brother is following us from behind,” Fu Jingtong said.

Lin Shiyu looked in the rearview mirror and noticed a Bugatti Veyron following behind them without relent.

Why was he stalking her instead of going to the hospital to get his wound bandaged?

At this moment, a melodious ringtone sounded. She had an incoming phone call.

Lowering her head, she could see that it was Fu Qinglun calling.

She swiped the screen and rejected his call.

At the next moment, he was calling her yet again.

Lin Shiyu blocked his phone number.

In the Bugatti Veyron, Bei Chuan was the driver and Fu Qinglun sat in the passenger’s seat, his long legs crossed and he slumped against the seat. He furrowed his brows when she still wasn’t picking up the phone call.

She had blocked him.

“Bei Chuan, where’s your cell phone?” Fu Qinglun vented his frustration by throwing his cell phone aside.

“President, here.” Bei Chuan handed over his cell phone.

Fu Qinglun received the cell phone and he dialed the number he had memorized by heart.

“Hello,” Lin Shiyu’s voice was heard, “Young Master Fu, why are you being so annoying?”

She was annoyed by him.

Fu Qinglun’s voice was low and he warned her, “Mrs Fu, it’s already late at night, you’re not allowed to hang out with other men by yourself. You’re not allowed to take other men home!”

“Dudu.” She had hung up the phone call.

She had hung up on him again.

Fu Qinglun turned his head around, looking out of the window. The neon lights had shone on his face. He was impelled to yank his tie out before he realized he wasn’t wearing one. Why did he feel stifled though there wasn’t anything on him that could cause such a feeling?

His mind was filled with the scene of Fu Jingtong wrapping his arm around Lin Shiyu’s waist.

He was aware of their frequent collaborations since they were both talented musicians, their collaborations were frequently looked forward to by many of their fans, they even shipped Fu Jingtong and Lin Shiyu together.

The fans were all waiting for Lin Shiyu to kick him away and get together with Fu Jingtong instead.

...

Lin Shiyu owned a property in the Capital and she arrived in front of that apartment. She brought out her keys and unlocked the door.

Fu Jingtong had entered her apartment and she was preparing to lock the door.

But a polished black leather shoe had slipped into the gap, stopping her from closing the door.

Lin Shiyu frowned, asking, “Young Master Fu, aren’t you done annoying me?”

Fu Qinglun pursed his lips. “Why can’t I enter my own house?”

“Your house?”

“We’re a married couple, I own half of this house.”

“... Young Master Fu, you sound like a gigolo living off me.”

Fu Qinglun arched an eyebrow. “Mrs Fu, if you’re willing to let me live off you, I would be sure to pleasure you in bed every night.”

“...”

Lin Shiyu shut the door forcefully.

“Ouch,” Fu Qinglun flinched in pain. He squeezed his injured right arm in the gap for her to close the door on it. “Mrs Fu, it hurts.”

It hurts.

He was the one who held absolute power in Karghalik, a dignified, noble presence above all.

Lin Shiyu sighed and admitted her defeat. Letting go of the door knob, she allowed him to enter her apartment.

...

Although Fu Qinglun had achieved his aims and entered the apartment, he wasn’t given any attention and was left out in the cold. Lin Shiyu and Fu Jingtong had entered their practice room and were busy with their practice.

Fu Qinglun slumped against the door, observing them as they practiced. He bent down, lighting up a cigarette and started smoking.

Lin Shiyu’s fingers were on the piano keys and she played according to the scores once. She was frowning after experiencing difficulty with one part. For some reason, she just couldn’t play the entire melody smoothly.

She had tried a few times over but was stuck at that same part.

“Jingtong, I think this part is a little iffy.”

“Let me see.”

Fu Jingtong walked over, he played it once on the piano too but he was stuck at the same part too.

They were both stuck at the same segment.

Outside the practice room, Bei Chuan had brought over a medicine box. “President, let me bandage your wound.”

Fu Qinglun finished up his last puff of the cigarette and stubbed it out on the ashtray. He took the medicine box over from Bei Chuan’s hands and walked into the practice room, placing the medicine box on the piano.

He grabbed Lin Shiyu’s hand and placed a cotton bud in her palm. “Mrs Fu, please bandage my wound.”

“...”

Lin Shiyu hated it when people disrupted her in the midst of her composing. She instantly glared at Fu Qinglun. “Young Master Fu, I’m working!”

Fu Qinglun looked downwards and saw the score, he retracted his gaze and asked, “Mrs Fu, which is more important, work or your husband?”

Fu Qinglun then looked at Fu Jingtong, instructing him with an overbearing stance, “Jingtong, it’s getting late. I reckon it’s time for you to go home since I’d like to go to sleep with my wife soon.”

Fu Jingtong glanced at Lin Shiyu before he got up. “Okay, Big Brother, Lion, I’ll not disturb you two and take my leave first.”

Fu Jingtong prepared to walk out of the apartment, but did not hesitate to glance at Fu Qinglun and Lin Shiyu before he left.