Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth
Chapter 368

Chapter 368: Chapter 368

Su Wanxin had been lying on the bed for a long time before she got up with a dizzy head and belatedly went to find her phone.

There were two unread messages on her phone, both from Fu Shihan.

Su Wanxin, in a good temper, leaned over to help him unbuckle the seatbelt, and then got out to open the door for him. Fu Shihan frowned slightly, feeling that something was off with her.

The last message was sent forty minutes ago.

Inside the elevator, it was just the two of them. Su Wanxin leaned in a corner, looking down at her toes, lost in thought.

The feeling of resentment tightly enveloped her, made her nose slightly sour and her eyes a bit dry, suddenly making her want to cry.

"Knowing I’m upset that you met with him, you still went to have dinner with him, let him come upstairs. Now putting on this nearly crying face, are you aware that I can’t do anything about you, and trying to anger me?"

Fu Shihan sat motionless in the passenger seat, seemingly waiting for her to get out before he would leave.

Su Wanxin ran over quickly, panting, and stopped in front of him, meeting his indifferent gaze.

"He had something he needed me for, I had questions to ask him, so we met."

But she couldn’t cry, she could only clench her teeth and bear it.

She couldn’t bring herself to say these words out loud, knowing that the moment she did, Fu Shihan would confront Mu Xinghan.

"Why didn’t you come upstairs to find me?" Su Wanxin asked him in a low voice, waiting a few seconds to hear his answer.

Such a gentle Su Wanxin, he had not seen her like this in a long time.

The car slowly drove, and after dozens of minutes, they reached the destination.

Su Wanxin didn’t struggle or resist, just quietly responded.

"What did he need?" Fu Shihan looked down at her obedient appearance, feeling even more that something was off. "What did he tell you?"

They spoke at the same time, sizing each other up.

"..."

She gripped her phone tightly, feeling lost as she looked at him, inexplicably feeling a twinge in her heart.

Thinking about the weather outside, Su Wanxin suddenly startled and ran outside.

He said, I didn’t have to die.

He said, I would kill you.

When Su Wanxin reached downstairs, he was still there. With his long legs stretched out, he leaned against the black Mercedes G-Class, looking up at the sky with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, his body covered with snow.

Her mood hadn’t settled yet, filled with frustration. Seeing him at this time was particularly devastating.

[Is the hotpot tasty?]

The snow was still falling, and it was getting heavier.

Su Wanxin frowned, wanting to embrace him, but unexpectedly got pushed away. .

Fu Shihan seemed to notice her grievance, sighed helplessly, extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, and said faintly, "I’m cold."

She followed his steps into the house, and the moment the door closed, he pulled her into his embrace.

He had come out from home, wearing black trousers and a white sweater on the inside, and a long black down jacket on the outside.

[Come downstairs]

"Why are you running?"

She took his hand, led him to the car, and then went to the driver’s seat, starting the car to take him home.

"I didn’t check my phone."

"I didn’t."

"Mu Xinghan’s house, I won’t go."

Su Wanxin felt a mix of helplessness and anger, but at the moment she raised her head, she saw the snowflakes on his slightly disheveled black hair and all the words that were on the tip of her tongue vanished.

The two didn’t speak the entire way, Fu Shihan because he was jealous and angry, and Su Wanxin because she didn’t know what to say.

His hair had gotten a bit long, which uncharacteristically made her feel he looked somewhat adorable.

She was silent for a long while, then suddenly said such a thing. Fu Shihan’s pupils tightened, feeling unease in his heart.