Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love
Chapter 637 - 634: Meeting as Strangers

Chapter 637: Chapter 634: Meeting as Strangers

At the elevator entrance stood three figures.

The one who had reached out to hold the elevator door open must have been an assistant.

They respectfully said to the other two figures, "President Fu, Sister Yingying, please enter."

The man stood tall and straight outside the elevator, his physique even better than a runway model’s. The moment Wen Yuci saw the man, she was struck as if by lightning.

She had not expected to encounter Fu Yunshen on her first night staying at the hotel.

However, the hotel Yaoyao had booked for her was the best five-star hotel in the capital, frequented by the elite of the Upper Society.

So, encountering Fu Yunshen, the financial giant, here seemed not so unusual after all.

Fu Yunshen was dressed very formally today, in a tailored black suit that fit perfectly, with a white shirt underneath and a blue striped tie, impeccably dressed with his trouser legs ironed without a single wrinkle, long and straight.

He draped a long black coat over his shoulders, one hand casually in his pocket, the other hanging naturally at his side.

Wen Yuci’s gaze moved from his body to his face.

His hair was parted to the side, revealing a handsome forehead; he had high-bridged nose adorned with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving off a cold and aloof air, yet gentle and refined.

His lips were tightly pursed, and his entire being radiated a chill and indifference that seemed to keep people at a thousand miles distance.

Nevertheless, it still could not hide the noble and elegant temperament he possessed.

The arm hanging naturally by his side was intimately entwined with a dainty, jade-like hand; Wen Yuci’s gaze then shifted to the woman next to him.

The woman was wearing a dark green V-neck gown, a rich bust below delicate collarbones, and a waist so slender it seemed barely graspable—a figure both spicy and proud.

Hair in large, wavy curls cascaded over her shoulders, makeup exquisite, lips painted a fiery red—she was stunningly beautiful.

Wen Yuci recognized at almost a glance that this was Cheng Yingying, the superstar who had become a nationwide sensation in recent years.

Cheng Yingying had shot to fame in the past few years, reaching peaks others could not touch from the moment she debuted.

It was said that she had powerful capital backing her, securing her the best resources in the entertainment industry.

Of course, Cheng Yingying herself did not disappoint either, with her stunning looks and solid acting skills, without taking her popularity for granted—who else but her deserved to be famous?

All this Wen Yuci had learned from brushing up on domestic news while overseas.

She had not associated Cheng Yingying with Fu Yunshen; it seemed their privacy was well maintained.

Or it could be said, even if gossip media captured them together, they would not dare to reveal it lightly due to Fu Yunshen’s influence!

Within just a few seconds, Wen Yuci felt as if ages had passed.

As she watched the man and woman outside the elevator, her gaze settled back on Fu Yunshen, thinking he wouldn’t enter the elevator upon seeing her.

After all, their falling out had been so unsightly.

Naturally, Fu Yunshen had seen Wen Yuci in the elevator; he merely glanced her way briefly, as if seeing an insignificant object, and quickly withdrew his eyes.

He stepped forward with his long legs, entering the elevator.

Cheng Yingying followed him into the elevator, pausing slightly when she noticed Wen Yuci standing to the side.

Today, Wen Yuci was dressed in a close-fitting, knit short top and straight-leg jeans, with a relatively loose overcoat on top, not making herself overly glamorous.

After becoming a war correspondent, she had cut her long hair; now it only reached her shoulders. She swept all the hair by her cheeks behind her ears, revealing her palm-sized face, pure and delicate, exceptionally clean, exceptionally elegant.

Unlike Cheng Yingying with her heavy makeup, she had only a light touch of cosmetics on her face.

After getting the DNA report and finding out her daughter was still alive, she had cried her heart out. Even now, her eyes were still somewhat swollen.

She lowered her eyes, and her thick, curly lashes hid the expression in her eyes, making it impossible to see her pupils clearly.

The moment Cheng Yingying saw Wen Yuci, she felt astonished, but also found her oddly familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere before.

Cheng Yingying looked at the man beside her, and although she was a well-known celebrity in the entertainment industry and had seen countless beauties, she couldn’t help feeling a sense of crisis upon seeing Wen Yuci.

Even women thought this woman was beautiful—what more men?

The beauty of Wen Yuci was not one of flirtation or gaudiness, but of an ethereal purity, unsullied by the mundane world, like a sacred and pure snow lotus on a high mountain, inviolable and immaculate.

Cheng Yingying remembered that Fu Yunshen liked this type.

However, he seemed not to have noticed the woman in the corner.

A faint smile crept across Cheng Yingying’s lips.

She and he were about to get married, and she believed that he still had her in his heart!

In a closed environment, people’s nerves become more sensitive.

Even though Wen Yuci kept her distance from that man, she could still faintly smell the light scent of tobacco on him, as well as his cool and clear presence.

A familiar yet strange scent.

Wen Yuci closed her eyes for a moment and suddenly felt that the air she breathed in was piercing.

Fortunately, the elevator quickly reached the floor she was staying on; she stepped out, followed by the two people behind her.

Without turning to look back, she found her room, swiped her card, and quickly entered.

Ming Yao had booked a suite for her, and Wen Yuci slumped onto the sofa, her eyes drooping as her headache seemed to worsen.

It was some time before she got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After her shower, she couldn’t sleep at all. She opened a bottle of red wine in the room and took a glass out to the balcony.

But the moment she stepped out, she froze.

On the balcony next door stood a lean and elegant figure.

If not Fu Yunshen, who else could it be?

He had taken off his black coat and seemed unfazed by the chill of the night, wearing only a white shirt. He leaned lazily against the railing, a cigarette pinched between his slender fingers, his head tilted back looking at the night sky as he puffed out smoke.

His handsome face was hidden in the dim lighting, half in light, half in shadow, indistinct, making it difficult to discern his emotions.

Just as Wen Yuci was about to withdraw her gaze from him, he seemed to sense something and turned his gaze towards her.

Beneath his gold-rimmed glasses, his elongated phoenix eyes appeared as bottomless cold pools, dark, chilling, and dangerous.

The instant his gaze landed on her, Wen Yuci’s heart uncontrollably gave a thudding jump.

Her hand holding the wine glass tightened, and for a moment, she lost her composure and forgot to look away.

Cheng Yingying finished removing her makeup and bathing; she walked out in a silk nightgown, her feet bare, and approached the man from behind, wrapping her arms around him.

"Yunshen, I’ve removed my makeup and taken a bath," she said.

Without the heavy makeup, Cheng Yingying lost the amorous allure, revealing a fair and clean face with bright eyes like water-soaked black gems, pure and untainted.

Fu Yunshen flicked the ash from the tip of his cigarette. He turned around, grabbed Cheng Yingying’s wrist, and flung her against the railing. His handsome and indifferent face drew closer to her.

Just as his thin lips were about to touch Cheng Yingying’s, he turned his head to glance at the woman on the next balcony, "Haven’t had your fill of looking yet?"