After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me -
Chapter 162 - 140: It’s Him
Chapter 162: Chapter 140: It’s Him
At this moment, Tang Xi felt as if all the dark clouds before her eyes had dissipated.
She clutched her phone tightly, voice trembling, her already husky voice now so excited she almost couldn’t speak, "Really? Who is it, give me their contact information."
Tang Xi immediately dialed the number given to her.
After the call was picked up, Tang Xi held her breath and stated her purpose.
But after two seconds, the woman still hadn’t heard a response from the other end.
She thought her phone was broken or that her description wasn’t clear enough, Tang Xi was about to repeat herself when.
A man’s cold sneer came through the phone, subdued and deep, as if whispering in her ear.
"Come to Fu Group."
Then, the call was disconnected.
Tang Xi was stunned for a moment.
She stared blankly at the number displayed on her phone.
In an instant, her pupils contracted.
Her fingers clenched and trembled.
She was so overjoyed, she hadn’t had time to react after receiving the call from the donation center before dialing this number, forgetting...
Now she stared intently at this familiar number.
It was Fu Tingzhou’s.
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Fu Group.
Fu Tingzhou’s gaze narrowed slightly, the man’s legs crossed over each other.
The atmosphere around was heavy.
As soon as Xu Ze entered, he felt it, bowing his head, "President Fu, Miss Tang Xi is here..."
Fu Tingzhou glanced at his watch and snorted coldly.
She came quickly.
She arrived in less than half an hour after hanging up the phone.
"Let her in."
Tang Xi stepped into the CEO’s office, she... was unfamiliar with this place.
It seemed she had never been here before.
Yet the decor of the office was so familiar.
Because it was in Fu Tingzhou’s preferred style, cold and silent, with a gray tone, simple, exerting an invisible pressure on people.
At this moment, Tang Xi felt somewhat breathless.
That coldness seemed to infiltrate her pores.
Fu Tingzhou’s gaze swept across the woman’s face; she had lost a lot of weight, her face was still delicate, but her chin even sharper, clearly pregnant, but she seemed even frailer than before. Dressed in an ordinary black coat, while her belly, was noticeably protruding.
In this moment, the man’s eyes narrowed fiercely.
Thinking that this was the child with Xu Yiran, anger quickly filled his heart.
Fu Tingzhou slowly stood up, his eyes cold as he looked at Tang Xi, and instructed Xu Ze, "Leave and ensure no one comes to disturb us."
He slowly walked over and sat down on the sofa, step by step.
Tang Xi turned around slowly and walked in front of him.
In the two minutes since she had entered, the man had not said a single word to her.
Tang Xi knew that there was no possibility of good communication between her and Fu Tingzhou anymore.
She also knew that the chances of Fu Tingzhou agreeing to donate were very slim, but she had to try.
This was the last resort.
And the only option left.
She took a deep breath, clenched her fingers, feeling the pain of her nails digging into her palm, Tang Xi struggled to organize her words, "Mr. Fu, you must be aware of the purpose of my visit, my younger sister Tang Mi has acute leukemia in children and needs a transplant operation, her condition is very critical, and you’re a match with my sister."
She licked her dry lips, looking at Fu Tingzhou’s cold and indifferent expression, Tang Xi’s heart ached painfully as she rasped, "I beg you, Mr. Fu, my sister’s condition can’t be delayed..."
"So, this is your attitude when asking for help?" Fu Tingzhou’s gaze was sharp, his calm face unrippled, those deep black eyes, tightly fixed on the woman’s belly.
Tang Xi bent even lower.
She was pregnant, bending over with a feeling of being unable to catch her breath.
"Mr. Fu, please, I beg you."
More than ten seconds passed, without a response.
But Tang Xi could clearly feel that the man’s gaze was fixed on her the whole time.
It was like a scorching fire, burning her.
An attitude of begging?
What else could she do?
Tang Xi lowered her head, her face somewhat flushed with blood, yet her lips were ashen white.
In the past few days, anxious and hurried for Tang Mi’s sake, working part-time during the day, Tang Xi felt like she was only held together by a single breath; otherwise, she could faint at any moment.
She bit her teeth hard.
The woman’s knees bent slightly.
And knelt down on the carpet.
Before her eyes, were the man’s dark leather shoes.
"Mr. Fu, please, I beg you."
For Tang Mi, what does dignity matter?
About ten seconds later, the man’s deep and hoarse voice rose, indifferent and devoid of emotion.
"Take off your clothes."
Tang Xi’s eyelashes trembled, she looked up at the man in front of her, "What did you say?"
"Pretending to be pure in front of me?" Fu Tingzhou’s voice was cold and detached, with a trace of mockery, "You think by bending over and kneeling down, you’ll get me to donate bone marrow? Do you think I’m some kind of great philanthropist? What am I to you, that I should help you? What does it matter to me whether that girl lives or dies? People die every day in this world, should I just be charitable to them all?"
Looking at his indifferent demeanor, Tang Xi slowly stood up, her fingers stiffly removing her coat.
She knew what taking off her clothes meant.
Tang Xi also knew what she was about to face next.
But does it really have to be this way?
She slowly closed her eyes.
Her face was pale and weak.
She removed her inside black sweater dress, at last, only a pale pink bra was left on her upper body.
The woman’s skin was as pale and smooth as snow, reminiscent of fine white porcelain, her frightened and trembling appearance was especially enticing to a man’s desire, and a dark fire surged in the depths of Fu Tingzhou’s eyes.
Although the air conditioning was on in the office.
But Tang Xi was shaking.
Her hairs standing on end.
She couldn’t feel any warmth, especially under the man’s indifferent scrutinizing gaze, she only felt shame, and oppressively uncomfortable.
Tang Xi slowly turned her face aside, unwilling to meet his gaze.
Fu Tingzhou stood up and walked over to her in two steps.
The man lifted his hand, tilting her chin upward.
Forcing her to look straight at him.
His eyes swept over her rounded belly, and Fu Tingzhou’s heart contracted sharply—it was Xu Yiran’s child. At that moment, the man slowly tightened his grip on her chin, his voice cold as ice, "This piece, take it off too."
Tang Xi was trembling all over.
His approach made her scared.
Her voice was weak, with a slight sob, "Fu Tingzhou, I’m pregnant... please, can we not do this..."
"Pregnant? What does that have to do with me, the kid isn’t mine." Fu Tingzhou leaned in closer, his voice cold and resolute in her ear, "I’ve never tasted what it’s like to be with a pregnant woman, might as well give it a try."
"Fu Tingzhou!" Her pupils dilated in terror, breathing rapidly, her chest spasming deeply, after a few seconds, she spoke with some pain, "Does it have to be... does it have to be like this between us?"
"Half a year ago, when you caused a scene at my engagement party with Xu Yiran, at that moment you should have known, there was nothing left between us."
Tang Xi painfully closed her eyes.
So it was still because she disrupted his engagement party with Su Mengshu.
So it was still because of Su Mengshu.
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