Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth
Chapter 247 Fu Shili Likes Sheng Qian

Chapter 247: Chapter 247 Fu Shili Likes Sheng Qian

Fu Shihan went to the company for a meeting in the afternoon, then returned home with no mood to do anything. Just the thought of that surname Mu looking at her filled him with jealousy.

While he was taking a phone call, she rode off on a motorcycle with Mu Xinghan without even casting him a glance. He...

He took a phone call.

It was from Sheng Qian.

"You’re jealous," Fu Shihan said softly, looking down at the person still struggling in his arms. He stated it as a fact, not as a question. "You’re angry because of Sheng Qian’s phone call."

"I am not!"

"Today is the mother of Zheng Chuyang’s birthday, she asked if I would go over tonight. I already called Chu Yang in the afternoon and said I couldn’t make it tonight and that I’d bring you along another day."

"I said I’m not, and I won’t go to the Zheng Family with you!"

Su Wanxin kicked him forcefully, finally freeing herself from his embrace.

"Whoever calls you is none of my business, Sheng Qian and you..."

"Fu Shili likes Sheng Qian."

Su Wanxin was cut off mid-sentence. Her mind didn’t process his words immediately, and she froze on the spot.

"He told me two years ago that he likes Sheng Qian, why else do you think I’ve been close to her? The meeting between parents this time, they were discussing not me marrying Sheng Qian, but Shi Li."

He knew she had run into Li Mo yesterday, and he wanted to tell her this last night when he got home. But she had gone to bed early, and he heard all kinds of muddled things from Mu Suyu, so he sat downstairs all night.

He went to find her at noon today, planning to have a meal and talk about it, but then she left with that surname Mu.

"When did you learn to ride a motorcycle? You’ve never given me a ride."

He changed the subject quickly, so fast that Su Wanxin couldn’t keep up. She was stunned for a moment before speaking again.

"Get out."

"I can’t let you leave."

"I told you to get out!"

Su Wanxin pushed and kicked him out of the room, then locked the door behind her to continue packing.

From childhood, Fu Shihan had never been hit by anyone other than her. Watching the door bang closed in front of him, he touched the dust on his nose and went downstairs.

Sitting on the sofa, he thought about what Su Wanxin had said, then his eyes flashed as he picked up his phone and went to the balcony to make a call.

After Su Wanxin finished packing upstairs, she was so tired that she lay on the bed, not wanting to move. She didn’t know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, it was already early morning.

The clothes on her were pajamas; she knew well who had changed her into them last night.

Fu Shihan wasn’t in the room. Su Wanxin changed her clothes, washed up, and went downstairs, carrying her suitcase as well.

Downstairs in the dining room.

The dining table was set with delicious seafood porridge and light side dishes, and sitting beside it was a man in a white shirt and black trousers, handsome as if plucked from an American drama.

Su Wanxin glanced at him and then heard a stranger’s voice coming from the direction of the living room—

"President Fu, everything is ready over here. We can start anytime."

Fu Shihan responded with a cold "Hmm," stood up, and walked over.

Just as Su Wanxin came down the stairs to the living room, she noticed several people busily working, and from time to time casting curious glances her way.

Is Fu Shihan planning to work from home?

Inside the living room, several staff members stood in a row, respectfully sizing up the woman by Fu Shihan’s side.

Su Wanxin was pulled along by Fu Shihan, her brows furrowed: "What’s going on?"

She looked at the red backdrop and a photographer with a camera around their neck, and at the computers set up on the table, asking softly.