A popular female live streamer with a constant stream of wealthy patrons.

This statement is really easy for people to misunderstand.

Seeing the sudden wariness in Xu Qinghuan's eyes, Fu Yanshi's voice softened, his crazy demeanor disappearing as he returned to his usual gentlemanly and gentle self.

"Just having dinner."

"So you'll take me to see B7?"

"Correct."

Xu Qinghuan has no choice now.

She crossed the street and walked to Nie Zhisen's car, then knocked on the window.

Before he could speak, Nie Zhisen said anxiously, "Huanhuan, I suddenly can't get in touch with B7!"

"It was Fu Yanshi who took him away."

"...Then I'll go find Fu Yanshi!"

Xu Qinghuan quickly stopped him, "He's probably upset about something right now, don't provoke him! It's not a wise choice to confront Fu Yanshi head-on, you should go back first, I'll handle him."

"You want me to leave you alone with Fu Yanshi? He was just saying that to you—"

"Brother Zhisen, I'm so close to the truth! I can't take any more changes."

"But if Fu Yanshi knew your true intentions in finding B7, he would definitely intercept the evidence! Are you really going to gamble that he would choose you over your parents?"

of course not.

Even Xu Qinghuan herself could understand why Fu Yanshi chose to protect his parents.

As a son and daughter, this is a matter of filial piety. Moreover, his mother has a serious illness, and sending her to prison is tantamount to sending her to her death.

"That's why I need to appease Fu Yan and find an opportunity to contact B7 alone, bypassing his surveillance! I'm afraid that if we miss this opportunity, we'll never be able to get in touch with B7."

Her reasons have always been very convincing.

Nie Zhisen couldn't even think of anything to refute or persuade him.

"Huanhuan, I'm worried he might force you!"

"He said it was just about having dinner with him."

"Do you believe?"

Xu Qinghuan nodded, "I believe him, he has never lied to me."

……

Xu Qinghuan watched Nie Zhisen's car drive away until it disappeared from sight before walking back.

Fu Yanshi stood there waiting for her, but now he had a lit cigarette in his hand.

The handprint on his face had faded considerably, and the blood on his thin lips had congealed. His thick, short hair was slightly disheveled, which was somewhat different from his aloof and cold persona as President Fu.

Fu Yanshi took off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm. Even in this slightly disheveled state, he still exuded the noble air of a wealthy young master.

That was his innate advantage.

His dark eyes followed Xu Qinghuan's figure the whole time. After watching her walk towards Nie Zhisen's car, talk to him, and then obediently walk back to his side, his thin lips curved up again. This caused the wound on his lips, which had just dried up, to crack open again and bleed anew.

"We can go now." Xu Qinghuan kept her head down, not wanting him to see through her thoughts, but after a few steps, she couldn't help but take out a tissue from her bag and hand it to him, "Wipe yourself."

Fu Yanshi smiled and casually wiped his lips with his fingertip. "No need. I hope you bite harder."

If the wound could stay open a little longer, I could savor today's kiss a few more times.

"Are you crazy?"

He lowered his eyes. "You need to see a doctor."

This condition requires money to treat! It's a late-stage case of being obsessed with love.

Xu Qinghuan was speechless. "Fu Yanshi, don't think that I'll let you off the hook just because you used a self-inflicted injury trick! If you do that to me again—I'll definitely bite you back hard!"

He paused, holding the cigarette between his fingers, and looked up, his beautiful eyes so deep they seemed to want to devour her.

"Really?"