Chapter 14: Torn Over Whether to Go Back

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Shen Mengxia found Jiang Zeyu quite amusing; at first, she had been a little afraid of him, but now she found him somewhat endearing.
As she ate instant noodles, she turned on the television, hoping to find a captivating drama to accompany her meal—she rarely ate instant noodles, and these were truly unbearable.
Suddenly, a news bulletin appeared: "Breaking news—Fu Yancheng, the business tycoon of Haijing City, is offering a five-million-yuan reward for finding his precious younger sister. Anyone providing valid clues will receive the full reward." The broadcast included his personal information and photo.
Seeing this report stirred complex feelings within Shen Mengxia. On one hand, she was a little pleased to realize how important she was; on the other, the thought of returning was too dangerous. As a student with no means of self-protection, having lost the only piece of evidence on her phone, who would believe her story?
Over the years with the Fu family, she had been well taken care of, focusing mainly on her studies and occasional romances. The complicated situation now frightened her deeply.
At this moment, her heart yearned to escape. She did not want to face this alone—it was exhausting.
After prolonged anxiety, all she wanted was a hot shower to relax. Seeing that Jiang Zeyu had just left and would not return anytime soon, she boldly took a hot shower at his place.
The warm water cascading over her felt like the relief after running a marathon; the fatigue accumulated over many days suddenly surfaced.
She chose one of Jiang Zeyu’s shirts to wear, pulling it on before comfortably lying down on the sofa, steadily recalling the entire sequence of events. Before long, she drifted into sleep.
Just as she was soundly asleep, the doorbell rang. Groggily, she peeked through the peephole and to her surprise, it was Fu Yancheng.
The sight jolted her fully awake, and she even forgot to open the door!
“Xia Xia, I know you’re in there. Please open the door. It’s my fault for not protecting you well enough. Let’s talk when we meet, okay?”

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Could Jiang Zeyu have seen the news and sold her out so quickly for the five million reward? Shen Mengxia cursed Jiang Zeyu countless times in her mind.
After much hesitation, she finally opened the door. The moment it swung open, Fu Yancheng stepped forward eagerly and enveloped her tightly in his arms.
His embrace was so swift and powerful that Shen Mengxia barely had time to react.
At that instant, caught in the broad, warm embrace, she was stunned but soon felt the deep concern and worry radiating from him.
At that moment, since her clothes were still damp from washing, she had simply thrown on one of Jiang Zeyu’s shirts, which barely reached past her upper thighs.
This sudden, intense hug made both of them realize the awkwardness; they both felt uncomfortable. Fu Yancheng quickly withdrew, turning away to adjust his clothes.
In that fleeting moment, she had a strange illusion—the formidable business tycoon, the prince of the capital’s commercial circle, suddenly seemed shy like a child.
Shen Mengxia timidly said, “I don’t want to go back yet.”
“I understand. I understand everything. Why are you eating instant noodles alone? Let me take you out for a proper meal!” Fu Yancheng’s eyes were full of tenderness as he quickly changed the subject.
“No, big brother, I’m not hungry,” Shen Mengxia replied just as the door opened again—Jiang Zeyu returned carrying two bags of boxed meals.
As soon as Jiang Zeyu entered, he saw the two of them and said, “So this is Mr. Fu? You sure got here fast.”
“Hey, how can you just wear someone else’s clothes like that?” Jiang Zeyu teased Shen Mengxia with a playful grin.

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Fu Yancheng, hearing this, was displeased. “How much? I’ll pay you back immediately.” Now all three felt somewhat awkward. Then Fu Yancheng pulled out his phone. “Hello, order a set of women’s clothes to be delivered right away.”
“Tsk, tsk, rich people are really different, unlike us poor cops. How about we all eat together?” Jiang Zeyu seemed a bit annoyed by Fu Yancheng’s antics.
“Alright, let’s eat together, big brother! I don’t want to go back so soon—I’m a little scared,” Shen Mengxia said sincerely.
The three sat down, but only Jiang Zeyu actually ate. They exchanged glances in silence, and the atmosphere grew awkward once more.
Soon, the doorbell rang again. Shen Mengxia went to open it and was shocked to see her own driver standing there.
The driver held a Chanel bag, and she immediately understood something.
“You… were you sent by big brother?” Shen Mengxia asked the driver in surprise, her voice trembling involuntarily.
“Yes, Miss Shen. I was specially assigned by Mr. Fu to protect you,” the driver answered candidly. But Shen Mengxia felt as if she had been stripped bare, with no privacy left. A sudden, inexplicable shame flushed her cheeks red.