Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 112
Chapter 112 Extra Chapter Six: Director You Also Has a Rival in Love.
Inside Shi Lihua’s sports car sat a stunningly beautiful woman, her wavy hair flowing over her ample bosom, exuding a captivating charm. She
flicked her hair with her delicate hand, her sexy red lips uttering a few words: “Is he more powerful or am I?”
Shi Lihua smiled bitterly: “You’re both fucking powerful. You torture people to the point of wanting to die, he forces people to live.”
The woman’s upturned eyes held a hint of contempt, her tone unfriendly: “He sounds more powerful than me, so what about me?”
Shi Lihua rubbed his temples: “Ann, although I don’t really think much of that You Shulang, Fan Xiao likes him, he’s willing to die for him, and now he’s finally managed to win her over…” Now that you’re back, don’t cause any more trouble.
The bright woman raised her eyelashes and looked flirtatiously: “But Fan Xiao once said that he likes me.” “Pushing open the car door, her silver high-heeled shoes landed on the ground, and the woman bowed out enchantingly, her movements sounding crisp and numb at the end, “Is the love we once had so cheap? ”
The car door bounced back, and Shi Lihua took a mouthful of cold air. He looked at the retreating figure through the car window and muttered softly: “Fan Xiao, just ask for your blessings.
As soon as You Shulang entered the room, Fan Xiao pressed him against the door
and kissed him. He held his briefcase and hid with a smile: “Why are you in such a hurry?” Let me put my stuff first. ”
A hand had already been inserted into the shirt, kneading the warm skin not too gently; the other hand took You Shulang’s briefcase, threw it away casually, then clamped the thin waistline, and pulled hard to make the two bodies closer.
In the messy breath, this off-duty kiss was a little out of control. Fan Xiao left the soft lips and buried his head to suck the lightly sliding Adam’s apple.
You Shulang’s breathing quickened, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over the laptop screen on the dining table. It was the same car video again; three years ago, he was hiding in the back seat, suppressing his feelings, his neck craned upwards just like now.
Tsk, no wonder he was in such a hurry.
You Shulang suddenly pulled Fan Xiao’s hair back, his voice lazy: “What were you watching, Mr. Fan?”
Fan Xiao chuckled, shamelessly pulling him closer: “I still watch it occasionally. You’ll never know the shock I felt when I first saw this video, Director You, you’re so sexy.”
Before he could finish speaking, You Shulang’s earlobe was suddenly bitten, the bite not lightly.
“Do you know whose name you called at the end?” Fan Xiao’s tone quickened, now tinged with annoyance.
“Whose?”
The man didn’t answer, but leaned down and kissed him fiercely again, his voice laced with jealousy: “You’ve never called me by my name.”
You Shulang gently pulled away from Fan Xiao’s lips, rubbing the back of his neck, and said indulgently, “What do you want to hear me call you?”
“Anything?”
“Yes.”
Fan Xiao suddenly hugged You Shulang tightly, whispered two words in his ear, and then asked expectantly, “Is it okay?”
You Shulang rolled his eyes and stared at the man in front of him for a while, then said indifferently, “As you see fit.”
Fan Xiao immediately understood, and pulled You Shulang towards the bedroom. You Shulang sighed amidst the aroma of food filling the room: “Should we eat first and then make more?”
The only answer was the pain of his ear being lightly bitten.
The two had just rolled onto the bed when there was a knock at the door, three long knocks followed by one short one, very rhythmic.
Fan Xiao ignored it and wouldn’t let You Shulang answer either, his hands moving around like fire, then he pulled out a leather glove from the drawer and put all his effort into knocking.
The black leather gloves had just touched her pale ankle when the knocking stopped, and a slightly husky, sexy female voice entered the room: “Fan Xiao, some debts need to be repaid.”
It was Thai. Fan Xiao abruptly stopped what he was doing, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, followed by a frown…
Ann, wearing a cheongsam that barely covered her thighs, with her wavy hair and glamorous makeup, sat elegantly at the dining table, her captivating eyes expressing shock.
“Fan Xiao, did you cook this? You can actually cook?”
Fan Xiao, a cigarette dangling from his lips, served soup to You Shulang, handing it to him and softly reminding him, “It’s a little hot, drink it slowly.”
After doing this, he took off his unlit cigarette, twirling a matchbox in his hand, clearly not in a good mood: “Ann, what brings you here?”
The woman possessed a unique aura of shyness and strength, her long eyelashes drawing a half-circle in the air, her beautiful voice driving one mad: “Xiao, as your girlfriend, don’t you want to treat me to some of your homemade food?”
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Fan Xiao said this to You Shulang, then added after a moment’s thought, “I did act as her boyfriend before, just to help her avoid unwanted suitors.”
You Shulang took a sip of soup, seemingly unaffected by the arrival of his “love rival.” He pulled out a tissue to wipe his lips and said to Fan Xiao, “Go get Miss Ann an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl.” Turning to the woman, he said, “Sorry, we only have home-style dishes. If you don’t mind, please join us.”
The woman raised her delicate eyebrows, a hint of interest in her eyes: “A man who can make Fan Xiao cook for him is indeed not simple.”
You Shulang replied with a smile, “A woman who can make Fan Xiao willingly help her avoid unwanted suitors is also not simple.”
Sitting beside him, Fan Xiao stiffened, sensing danger. He lit a cigarette with a match, took a puff, and casually placed his fingers on the table as a gesture of notification: “Ann, I let you be as you were before I didn’t have a boyfriend, but now I have someone I love, and I won’t be your boyfriend in name only anymore.”
“I won’t let you be my boyfriend anymore.” The woman picked up a slice of bamboo shoot, put it in her mouth, and chewed slowly. The refreshing and sweet taste made her look surprised again.
After enjoying the delicious food, she took a sip of soup to cleanse her palate before slowly saying, “This time, I have to marry you.”
Fan Xiao choked, “Are you sure you mean marriage?”
The woman glanced at the still composed You Shulang and nodded, “This time… I’ve hit a brick wall, I need to get married to avoid it.”
Fan Xiao laughed angrily, “Ann, there are plenty of people willing to marry you. Every year, there are men who go bankrupt and abandon their wives and children for you. You can easily find a handful willing to walk down the aisle with you.”
The woman stood up and slowly toured the not-so-spacious room, her long legs gleaming alluringly in the setting sun, “They are all willing to marry me, but you are the only one who has no ulterior motives towards me.”
She circled back to the dining table, pulled up a chair, and sat between Fan Xiao and You Shulang, “I don’t mind a threesome. Fan Xiao, after you marry me, you can also love Mr. You properly.”
Fan Xiao stood up and pulled the woman’s chair away from You Shulang: “I mind, it’s impossible.”
The woman’s tears came quickly, heartbreakingly beautiful: “Fan Xiao, if it weren’t for me, you would have died in that tsunami. You banged your head against the wall, bleeding so much. I was trapped next to you. My family came to rescue me, and I asked them to bring you along. Otherwise, how would you be alive to enjoy your love today? I don’t ask for any life-or-death repayment. Can’t you even do this little thing for me?”
Fan Xiao rubbed his temples with his thumb while holding a cigarette: “Ann, your acting skills haven’t improved at all over the years. Don’t use the tricks you use on other men on me. You’ve always known I don’t fall for that. You can’t get my pity or conscience out of you.”
The woman quickly wiped away her tears, flicking them away with her fingertips, and her face became charming and alluring again: “Isn’t there Mr. You? He seems more caring than you.”
Then she revealed her true colors, crossing her legs and pulling a cigarette from Fan Xiao’s pack, putting it in her mouth with a troubled tone: “This time I’ve really messed up. I met a Chinese man in Paris, who seemed quite refined, so I just teased him a bit. Who knew he was a nationally protected figure here, doing scientific research? I casually mentioned wanting to marry him in bed, and he took it seriously. He came back and reported it to his superiors, and now his superiors want to investigate me. My family knows about this and thinks it’s a huge honor, forcing me to marry him.”
The woman exhaled smoke, looking at Fan Xiao: “So now I have to find someone to get married first, you have to help me.”
“How is that person treating you?” You Shulang suddenly asked.
The woman answered absentmindedly: “Not bad, not much money, just considerate and gentle.”
You Shulang pretended to be gossipy: “Miss Ann always talks about marriage?”
The woman smiled lightly: “How could I? If I always talked about marriage, the whole tree would be full of rotten peach blossoms.”
“Then why are you afraid of marriage?”
The woman awkwardly smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear, a hint of sadness creeping into her eyes. “We’re not on the same path.”
You Shulang handed her a cup of warm tea. “Do you think Fan Xiao and I are on the same path?”
The woman gripped the cup tightly, the warmth washing over her cold fingertips. After a long pause, she whispered, “I’m not good enough for him.” Then she looked at Fan Xiao, her tone hardening. “You said when you were seven that you would repay me.”
Before Fan Xiao could speak, You Shulang’s gentle voice preceded her words: “Ann, marriage is out of the question. Fan Xiao is mine, and I can’t give him to you.” Amidst the fragrant steam of the tea, the man added, “I will fulfill the promise he made.” “I’m marrying you, nominally, as a way of thanking you for saving my lover during that catastrophe.”
The woman was shocked, but Fan Xiao remained unusually calm. He slowly smiled, leaned closer to the woman, and whispered reassuringly, “Don’t worry, everything will be alright. Leave everything to me.”
He patted the woman’s shoulder. “Wait three minutes.”
He got up and went into the bedroom. He dialed Shi Lihua’s number: “Who is Ann’s man? What’s he like? Ann stayed with him for eight months until he returned to China? Are you sure it was eight months, not eight days? What system does this man belong to?”
After hanging up, Fan Xiao glanced at his watch; 1 minute and 50 seconds had passed.
He dialed an official number again, and after several transfers, he was connected to the receptionist of a research institute: “Tell your colleague, if you want a wife, call this number back.”
He hung up, exactly three minutes later, and walked out of the room, smiling, “Problem solved.”
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