Chapter 222: What Kind of Person Do You Take Me For

Lu Xiwán stared at a photo for a good half‑hour, her heart a tangled mix of emotions.

Although she really didn't want to admit it, she just felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Lu Xiwán: Thanks for Chief Yun's concern, but I think you'd better send this photo to your sister.

Yun Ruojin harbors deep affection for Fu Sijue; wouldn't she go mad with fury if she saw this photo?

Lu Xiwán turned off her phone and kept busy with her own work, but after looking for a while she found she just couldn't get into it.

The photo of Fu Sijue filled her mind.

She still couldn't let it go.

A wave of irritation rose in her heart, and even the pen in her hand went "Clack!" and fell to the floor.

Then Lu Xiwán spotted a Listening Device hidden under the desk, and with a heavy feeling she plucked it off.

Fu Sijue drank alone in a low murmur at the side, and after a while the bottle of whiskey was empty.

Xie Zian just gave a casual turn of his head, then hurried over to point out the cup in Fu Sijue's hand.

"I'm letting you drink to drown your sorrows, not to pour yourself to death; drinking so much, are you bored of living so long?"

In his haste, Xie Zian complained for a while.

Then he turned his head and saw a group of people staring at him as if they'd seen a ghost.

"That's President Fu… Xie, don't blame me for not warning you…"

It's not that they're timid; Xie Zian's tone actually startled them.

The few's embarrassed looks made Xie Zian laugh, "Put your hearts into your stomachs; even if something happens to you, I'm fine."

Fu Sijue brushed aside Xie Zian's hand that was holding his, "I'm fine."

Xie Zian gave him a blank stare, not taking his words to heart.

"Enough already, you've even forgotten you have a stomach ulcer? If you really get into trouble from drinking, I can't report it to Grandpa Fu."

Xie Zian originally intended to take Fu Sijue out to vent, but didn't expect him to drink recklessly as if his life didn't matter.

"You drinking alone is no skill, and Lu Xiwán can't even see you like this."

Xie Zian gritted his teeth and directly started laying down harsh words to Fu Sijue.

Fu Sijue, somewhat surprised, looked back at Xie Zian, "What do you mean?"

"Since you're drinking here, you'd better go find Lu Xiwán and talk properly; how long will you two keep misunderstanding each other before it ends?"

They don't mind fatigue, but Xie Zian is already tired.

The few beside them can't manage elsewhere; they read each other's cues like top‑tier masters, a single glance revealing the other's thoughts.

Is Fu Sijue suffering a heartbreak? This situation, rarer than a comet hitting Earth, has been encountered by them, and the few wore expressions of disbelief.

"There are countless women in the world, President Fu, why must you cling to this one?"

When that line came out, not only did Fu Sijue's gaze turn cold, even Xie Zian gave him an exasperated blank stare.

I've seen people persuade before, but never like this.

"Alright, if you have something to say, go say it directly; don't make a mess in front of us. If you get into trouble, all of us will be responsible. Look at us—who among us can bear that?"

Xie Zian patted Fu Sijue's shoulder.

It's impossible to make him give up Lu Xiwán; he regards her as more important than his own eyeballs, and Xie Zian no longer holds that hope.

Fu Sijue: "She won't listen to me."

Only when it comes to Lu Xiwán does Fu Sijue feel so powerless.

It's as if no matter what he does, once it reaches Lu Xiwán, he finds himself speechless.

"Then you should explain properly; if once doesn't work, try ten times, a hundred, a thousand—Lu Xiwán isn't that…"