Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 3 - : A CEO Worth Only Two Yuan and Fifty Cents

After being ridiculed by Fu Shihan, Su Wanxin left under the mocking gazes of everyone.

Stepping out of the banquet hall, she took a relieved breath.

Instead of being mocked by Fu Shihan, she was more worried that Fu Shihan would agree, and then use ten million to let her experience what true physical discomfort is on the bed.

"You didn't act like my boyfriend at all just now." With no one around, Su Wanxin distastefully let go of Zhan Che's arm, complaining, "You didn't even stand up for me."

Hearing this, Zhan Che raised an eyebrow. "Young Master Fu just now was about to swallow you whole, kill anyone in his path. The fact that I didn't run away already saves your face."

Su Wanxin: "..."

Damn chicken.

Pig teammate.

Leaving the hotel, they went back to their residence.

Su Wanxin tiredly waved goodbye to Zhan Che, got out of the car, and went upstairs.

Opening the door, she tossed away her high heels, the living room light was on.

"Wanwan, you're back!"

Mu Suyu was sitting on the sofa holding a laptop, tilting her head to look at her, and whistled mischievously.

Although the woman in front of her looked unwell, her exquisite features and graceful figure were still unmistakable.

"Come and check out the beginning of my new book! The editor is urging me to submit it tomorrow!"

Su Wanxin muffled a smile and walked over, leaning on her shoulder to look at the document on the computer.

Mu Suyu, a professional Feng Shui Master and part-time internet writer. However, looking at her current state, it seemed reversed.

"Wanwan, do you think giving the male lead fifty yuan after sleeping with him is a bit too little?"

"Not at all." Su Wanxin laughed in denial, "The CEO I last saw was worth only two yuan fifty."

"Ok, then I'm relieved."

Mu Suyu seemed reassured, immediately calm and composed. She then hugged Su Wanxin like an octopus, ignoring her struggle and reluctance, and kissed her face a few times.

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"Dear Wanwan, I love you."

"Unwarranted devotion suggests ill-intent or thievery. Speak your business, I'm not up for seduction when I'm unwell."

"Hehe." Mu Suyu giggled, "I've taken a job tomorrow morning, probably won't be able to wake up. Could you wake me and drive me there?"

"What job?"

"A male celebrity, said something unclean is in his house."

Seeing Mu Suyu's ingratiating manner, Su Wanxin sighed helplessly.

Pushing Mu Suyu away, Su Wanxin stood up. "Send me the address, I'm going to sleep."

...

Bathroom.

Warm water flowed down from above, Su Wanxin standing with her head lowered, the corners of her eyes reddening.

Having left for three years, she finally returned.

She closed her eyes, the image of Fu Shihan's face appearing in her mind. Her breathing intensified, her heartache growing from a faint pain to unbearable, eventually collapsing to the ground.

Having known Fu Shihan for over a decade, Su Wanxin was well aware of what kind of person he was and had mentally prepared for his revenge.

She thought she could be calm, but reality proved her wrong, terribly wrong.

She hoped Fu Shihan would treat her like a stranger, but whenever he came near, she became completely unlike herself in utter chaos.

"Su Wanxin."

Hugging her knees, her head buried in her chest, she murmured in self-reproach.

"Pathetic..."

A sleepless night eventually passed.

The next morning, Su Wanxin struggled to get Mu Suyu out of bed, and after getting ready, they headed to their destination.

By the Guanghe Bridge at West Third Ring, Baroque-style villas were situated.

Su Wanxin knew the land prices here, each villa worth over a hundred million. No wonder Mu Suyu kept muttering on the road, planning to scare the unlucky male celebrity more and extract a higher service fee.