Chapter 90: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry
Chapter 90: The Little One is a Hand Control
Fu Shimuo and Yan Zhixu walked downstairs at the hospital.
The weak lights in the area cast a dim glow, and the surroundings felt heavy and dark. Annoying mosquitoes buzzed around them.
After dropping her off at the red carpet, Fu Shimuo headed straight back to the hospital. His luggage was still in the temporary rest room in the hospital.
The driver, Xiao Wang, was retrieving the luggage.
Only the two of them were left downstairs in the hospital.
Yan Zhixu felt the cool breeze and stared at his hands with a hint of longing in her eyes.
Seemingly sensing her gaze, Fu Shimuo’s fingers twitched slightly.
A trace of tenderness flickered in his eyes, his voice still calm as usual but carrying a hint of warmth, “Little one, have you decided what reward you want?”
His tone was gentle but fleeting, leaving his true emotions elusive.
Yan Zhixu raised her head, her lively eyes gleaming with mischief. “Director Fu, will you give me whatever I want?”
She raised an eyebrow, her words clear yet ambiguous, no hint of coquettishness in her tone.
Fu Shimuo let out a low, hoarse chuckle, his gaze softening slightly. “Tell me, then.”
His cold demeanor began to dissipate just a little.
Yan Zhixu licked her lower lip. “Director Fu, you really have good hands.”
Sensing the admiration in her voice, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
Feigning ignorance, he replied, “My hands are on me. I might not be able to give them to you.”
Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow, confused.
This scene felt oddly familiar. She had used this tactic to tease her little uncle before—now it seemed like the tables were turned on her.
She lifted her cap slightly, widening her field of vision, and said, “Director Fu, I’m not that into it.”
Fu Shimuo remained silent.
She too stayed quiet.
The two stood there in silence, occasionally, a person would pass by, hurriedly heading to the inpatient building.
The night was thick with darkness, the stars sparse, and the moon hung faintly in the sky.
The hospital exuded a calm, peaceful atmosphere.
A man and a woman stood side by side, their tall, upright figures appeared harmonious even from a distance, even though their faces couldn’t be clearly seen.
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After a few minutes, Fu Shimuo moved his fingers, gently rubbing his thumb and index finger together.
He looked at her. “So, little one, turns out you’re a hand control.”
Yan Zhixu did not shy away, showing no embarrassment.
She stared back at him, nonchalantly nodding, “Mhm.”
Fu Shimuo suddenly smiled.
His smile wasn’t the usual aloofness he showed to others. His lips curved upward, and his normally cold face warmed up, but beneath his gaze was a turbulent storm brewing, giving off an inexplicable sense of danger.
“Little one,” he continued.
“Even if these hands are holding scalpels, dissecting corpses, cutting into brains and bellies, and covered in blood... you’d still like them?”
His stare was intense, locking onto her with burning intensity, his emotions unreadable but overwhelming.
Yan Zhixu let out a soft "tsk" as she saw his expression change, her laughter filled with wild and unruly energy.
This man was both forbidden and enticing, an exciting combination.
Before she could respond, the sound of footsteps approached from behind.
Driver Xiao Wang appeared, carrying Fu Shimuo’s luggage, breathing heavily. “Director Fu, Miss Yan, we can head out now.”
Yan Zhixu shrugged and smiled, “Alright.”
Xiao Wang sighed, rubbing his arms as he looked around. “It’s still pretty cold here at night in F City. Director Fu, are you feeling cold with so little clothing?”
Fu Shimuo reached out to take the luggage from Xiao Wang’s hands, his face cold again, the smile gone. “Not cold.”
He grabbed the luggage and walked forward.
(End of Chapter)
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