Chapter 12: How Have I Let You Down?

She stepped down, meeting Song Fan’s gaze at eye level: "Why shouldn't I? Special Assistant Song, I am Fu Xiuyuan’s wife now; we are a legal couple. I have an obligation to understand his situation. I think, as someone close to Master Fu, you have an obligation to tell me, don't you?"

Song Fan looked at the Shi Jin before him in astonishment. How could a woman who had always known only how to cry and throw tantrums be speaking so logically and clearly?

He couldn't help but blurt out the situation: "The rumors online say that the thing you gave to Chu Ling was a love letter."

And so, Fu Xiuyuan’s mood, which had finally been calmed, began to flare up again.

He hadn't eaten lunch or dinner, locking himself in the study to process documents, his entire being shrouded in violence and cold indifference.

Before Shi Jin returned, Song Fan had already been at his wit's end.

Seeing her only made his expression even worse.

The recording for today hadn't even been edited, let alone broadcast.

Yet, the internet was already in an uproar, claiming that the shameless contestant "Little Stone" was clinging to Chu Ling, even resorting to writing love letters, blatantly treating the entire competition as if it were nothing.

The fans naturally didn't know that Little Stone was Shi Jin.

But how could Fu Xiuyuan not know?

Shi Jin could figure out with her toes that this was Deng Yufei’s handiwork.

So, Deng Yufei hadn't just personally taken photos to send to Fu Xiuyuan; she had also stirred up the narrative online.

Seeing Shi Jin lower her eyes, unable to read her emotions, Song Fan’s words became even more biting: "Miss Shi, exactly how has Master Fu ever wronged you?"

Shi Jin suddenly remembered her past life, the handsome face that was everywhere during her lowest moments, and she smiled: "He hasn't. He is very good."

In her eyes, Song Fan saw deep regret and pity, and for a moment, the harsher words he had prepared remained unspoken.

"Special Assistant Song, I will be asking you more about Fu Xiuyuan’s situation in the future. Please guide me," Shi Jin said.

Seeing Song Fan stunned, she laughed: "Otherwise, how can I make him happy?"

As Shi Jin walked away, Song Fan remained standing where he was. Had the sun risen from the west today?

Shi Jin went upstairs to Fu Xiuyuan’s study and knocked on the door.

From inside came his hoarse, aloof voice: "Get lost."

"Fu Xiuyuan, it’s me." Shi Jin’s voice was unique and highly expressive; when she softened it, it was exceptionally sweet and mellow.

There was silence inside for a long while.

Suddenly, the door was pulled open, and Fu Xiuyuan’s tall, upright frame appeared before Shi Jin.

Shadows engulfed her; in front of such a man, even the tall Shi Jin appeared exceptionally small.

Before she could speak, Fu Xiuyuan pressed her against the wall, his right hand moving to her neck as he bit down on her lips.

Shi Jin did not panic or evade, nor did she feel disgust.

She was no longer afraid of his ferocity; in her heart, there was only his tenderness toward her.

She looked at him calmly, her hands climbing onto his powerful shoulders.

The biting motion slowly ceased, and the cold, ethereal look in Fu Xiuyuan’s eyes turned into inquiry, though it still could not hide his deep disappointment and anger.

"Are you angry, Fu Xiuyuan?" Shi Jin asked directly. "Do you not want me to do the things I want to do?"

"Watch you pine for another man with my own eyes?" Fu Xiuyuan’s palm tightened.

Shi Jin held her breath: "You believe others, but not me? Am I still your little darling?"

Fu Xiuyuan clearly hadn't expected Shi Jin to say such a thing; a flush quickly appeared on her face, and ripples surged in the depths of her eyes.

His right hand slowly loosened.