Chapter 67: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry
Chapter 67: Touched a Little Hand
Yan Zhixu looked up.
She clearly saw the deep, cold gaze beneath the man’s glasses, darker than usual, with a hint of red that seemed both controlled and indulgent, strangely seductive and captivating.
A sudden, heart-stopping moment passed.
“No, no one has taught me,” she said, her voice carrying a faint hint of allure, her lips curling into a smile as radiant as a sunflower in full bloom.
Her gaze boldly roamed over Fu Shimo, her eyes glimmering with playful intrigue. “What, do you have a problem with that?”
As she spoke, she placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a light pat, neither too hard nor too soft. “Director Fu, if you have a problem, you should keep it to yourself.”
With that, she flicked nonexistent dust off his shoulder with a quick motion of her finger.
Though their distance closed, her eyes remained clear, without a trace of confusion or lust.
Fu Shimo grasped Yan Zhixu’s right hand, then removed her mask with the other hand.
His gaze dropped, studying the black nail polish on her nails. “Little friend, still as temperamental as ever.”
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The black nails were bold and assertive, with no flashy embellishments like rhinestones, simple yet fitting her image perfectly.
Her small hand was soft, her skin delicate, but he noticed the faint calluses on her fingertips.
Unlike the calluses from holding a pen for long hours, these seemed more like the result of holding a wooden handle or typing on a keyboard.
His eyes darkened with a flash of thought but he didn’t press further.
Letting go of her hand, he said, “Next time, don’t stare at others with such a burning gaze.”
Yan Zhixu shrugged nonchalantly. “People like to admire beautiful things.”
She was no exception.
After all, how could she not be drawn to Director Fu’s appearance and those well-defined hands?
But, others probably wouldn’t get the same treatment, since no one could match her right in front of her when it came to looks or hand shape.
Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.
She tiptoed up to Fu Shimo’s ear, whispering lowly, “Director Fu, don’t you think our current situation is like the protagonists in a little movie sneaking around?”
She spoke in an ambiguous tone, but her voice was cool and her expression completely serious, as if she didn’t have a single flirtatious thought.
Fu Shimo’s eyes cleared, his usual cold indifference returning, as calm as still water. It was as if he hadn’t been the one to pull her into the bathroom.
He straightened his clothes, which had become slightly wrinkled, and spoke in a neutral tone. “I’m not interested in sneaking around.”
With that, he unlocked the door and stepped out.
“So... what Director Fu means is that you prefer doing things openly?” Yan Zhixu’s voice, still cool, followed him as he walked away.
His steps faltered, but he didn’t turn around. He just continued striding out.
Watching his retreating figure, she raised an eyebrow and spoke with a sly smirk. “Tsk, Director Fu sure changes his face quickly.”
If a man pulled a woman into a bathroom, everyone would expect something to happen.
Even if they didn’t openly admit it, a kiss or a hug would seem normal. But these two were strange—they only touched a little hand.
Yet… outsiders could never imagine the passionate, repressed heart hiding behind his seemingly gentle and refined exterior.
She found herself liking Director Fu more and more, especially wanting to uncover the secrets buried within him.
Yan Zhixu walked out of the bathroom and went to the nearby mirror, checking her makeup. It was still perfectly intact, elegant as ever.
She raised an eyebrow, blending elegance with a hint of rebellion—two contrasting qualities that somehow meshed without seeming out of place.
She put her mask back on and turned to leave.
(End of Chapter)
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