northernbook Chapter 25 Miss Xie has made up her mind.
Chapter 25 Miss Xie has made up her mind.
After returning home, Xie Zhiyi washed up and went to bed early. Hearing a knock on the door, she asked in surprise, "Who is it?"
“It’s me, Zhiyi.”
It was Xie Lianzhou's voice.
Upon hearing her brother's voice, she got up and went to open the door.
"Zhiyi, you went to see Grandpa. How is he?" Before she could answer him, she quickly let her brother in first. "Brother, Grandpa's condition has stabilized. Now he just needs to rest well and he can be discharged in a few days."
Xie Lianzhou nodded after hearing this, then looked at her and slowly said, "Zhiyi, we can say that our cooperation today has been successfully negotiated." As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Zhiyi's face immediately showed an expression of ecstatic joy, and at the same time she cast a look of admiration and respect at her brother.
Xie Lianzhou's heart was filled with complex emotions. He knew that some truths were too cruel for his sister, so he chose to keep them hidden. If she were to truly know these concealed matters, her fragile heart would likely be unable to bear it. After all, who could imagine that their own brother was plotting against his sister behind her back?
Xie Lianzhou acted this way entirely because he desired to firmly grasp real power within DW. In this power struggle, he absolutely could not allow his sister to seize the inheritance that rightfully belonged to him. However, every time he faced the kind and innocent Zhiyi, a deep sense of guilt would well up in his heart.
"Zhiyi, get some rest. I'm going to get busy now. Let me know if you need anything," he said softly, turning to leave.
"Brother, no matter how busy you are with work, don't forget to take care of yourself!" Zhiyi said with concern.
Xie Lianzhou nodded slightly and walked out of the room with somewhat heavy steps.
He secretly resolved that once he had complete control over the Xie family, he would give Zhiyi an explanation and make amends for his past mistakes...
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Xie Zhiyi's delicate face. She gently opened her eyes and stretched. Then, she went to the mirror, carefully combed her silky smooth hair, and meticulously applied light makeup.
She knew she was going to see Fu Shiyue today to give him an answer.
Xie Zhiyi opened her wardrobe and selected a simple yet stylish outfit. The dress fit perfectly, its soft and comfortable fabric making her feel both relaxed and confident. Despite its simple design, her natural beauty was undeniable.
Her clear, water-like eyes, graceful and elegant demeanor, and unique charm all make people fall in love with her.
At Jeeror, a subsidiary of the Fu Group, Miss Xie, guided by her secretary, arrived at Fu Shiyue's office. "Mr. Fu, Miss Xie has arrived," the secretary said softly, and gently knocked on the door.
Upon hearing the sound, Fu Shiyue slowly turned around. His figure was tall and elegant, his hands casually in his pockets, his eyes deep and focused, as if the whole world was under his control. At this moment, he stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the high-rise buildings and bustling streets outside, seemingly deep in thought about something important.
Sunlight streamed through the huge glass window, illuminating him and highlighting his resolute features and sharply defined face.
His black hair swayed slightly, emitting a faint fragrance that complemented his impeccably tailored suit. His expression was calm and composed, yet it exuded an indescribable air of authority and confidence.
A tense atmosphere filled the air as Fu Shiyue slowly moved away from the window and walked towards the door.
Every step he took seemed so steady and powerful, as if he were the master of this world.
When he reached the door, he stopped and gazed at her with his deep eyes, which shone with a light that captivated her.
He said, "You go out first, I have something to say to her."
The secretary left upon hearing this.
They went into the office, and Fu Shiyue closed and locked the door.
Xie Zhiyi turned to look at him, puzzled, and asked, "Why did you lock the door from the inside?"
Then, he approached her step by step, leaning down to get closer, his gaze falling on her lips, startling Xie Zhiyi so much that her heart pounded like a drum. He carried a kind of cold indulgence.
Such a person, when calm and serene, is like a flower in its old age; but when he lazily curls his lips and even his gaze becomes burning hot, he is irresistibly alluring and captivating.
His voice, deep and resonant like a cello, rang out: "It seems Miss Xie has given this matter considerable thought. So, you... have finally agreed." His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, was fixed on her, as if trying to see through her eyes to every corner of her heart.
Under such intense gaze, there was no way to escape; one could only grit one's teeth and face his burning gaze head-on.
"Mr. Fu, are you forcing me to make a decision?"
Xie Zhiyi, not to be outdone, met his gaze directly, saying, "I had made up my mind, but seeing your attitude, I've changed my mind..." "Oh?" Fu Shiyue raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Then may I ask what Miss Xie's thoughts are now?"
Xie Zhiyi took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I think we can try spending some time together and see if we're a good match."
Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible hint of joy flashed in Fu Shiyue's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "It seems that Miss Xie still holds back some things from me."
"I just don't want to make a decision easily," Xie Zhiyi explained. "After all, feelings need time to develop."
Fu Shiyue nodded in agreement, "Alright, let's take it slow then. But..." He suddenly moved closer to Xie Zhiyi, startling her.
"But what?" Xie Zhiyi's voice trembled slightly.
"I hope Miss Xie will stop testing my patience." Fu Shiyue's breath brushed against her face, making her face flush.
After speaking, Fu Shiyue straightened up and distanced himself from Xie Zhiyi. "I will have my secretary organize the specific details of the cooperation and send them to you."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Fu," Xie Zhiyi said quickly, then turned and walked towards the door.
Just as she was about to open the door to leave, Fu Shiyue's voice came again, "Miss Xie, let's have dinner together tonight."
Xie Zhiyi glanced back at him, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.
"I'll come pick you up later," he said.
Then, her figure drifted away like a gentle breeze, disappearing from his sight. Watching her receding figure, his gaze became deep and focused, as if trying to see through her slender frame to the depths of her heart.
He sat quietly at his desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound. Each tap seemed to represent a leap and extension of his thoughts, and this unique way of thinking made him appear increasingly mysterious and unpredictable.
In that brief silence, countless thoughts and ideas flashed through his mind. He began to re-examine their relationship, recalling their past moments together.
Those heartwarming moments, sweet smiles, and unintentional glances had already stirred up ripples in his heart.
Gradually, his expression became firm and confident, as if he had found the answer to the problem.
He knew what he had to do, and his plan gradually became clearer. Next, he would take action and protect that precious relationship in his own way.
The moment she stepped out of Jeeror, her thoughts surged like a turbulent tide.
In that fleeting moment, a man brushed past her. He wore a black jacket, his hair slightly disheveled, as if he'd just weathered a storm, yet exuding an effortless, dashing handsomeness. A hint of nonchalance flickered in his deep eyes, as if filled with endless curiosity and a thirst for challenge. A faint, enigmatic smile played on his lips, as if he could utter a witty remark at any moment. His steps were light and confident, each step revealing a carefree and unrestrained charm. A cigarette dangled between his fingers, the swirling smoke making his figure appear and disappear, adding to his air of mystery.
However, after only a brief eye contact, they passed each other like two shooting stars.
"Please tell your CEO Fu that I want to see him." Fu Shiling stood at the front desk with a cold expression, his eyes sharp and firm, as if nothing could shake his determination.
His voice was cold and powerful, carrying an unquestionable tone that inspired awe.
After saying this, Fu Shiling did not leave immediately or sit down to wait, but kept looking around from time to time.
His movements appeared somewhat alert and cautious, as if he were observing his surroundings.
Just then, Fu Shiyue's secretary, wearing high heels, quickly walked up to him. She smiled, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Young Master Fu, please come this way. Mr. Fu is already waiting for you." Her voice was clear and melodious, as sweet as a nightingale's song.
Fu Shiling struck a regal pose, straightened his collar, and walked forward.
Fu Shiyue stood there silently, waiting for him, his face shrouded in a somber expression, as if the entire world had frozen. His eyes revealed an unspeakable coldness and anger that sent chills down one's spine. Time ticked by, but Fu Shiyue showed no sign of moving, seemingly determined to make the other feel the depths of his emotions. The atmosphere around them became unusually oppressive, as if an invisible force was strangling all life.
"After so long, we've finally met again! Fu, Shi, Yue..."
Fu Shiyue stood there quietly, his figure still as upright as a pine tree, but his face showed signs of weariness and vicissitude.
"Fu Shiling, don't forget that you have the blood of the Fu family flowing through your veins! If you dare to do anything that betrays your own family and harms the Fu family, don't blame me!"
Upon hearing these words, Fu Shiling felt a surge of anger welling up inside him, but he suppressed his emotions and silently turned away. However, at that moment, the man suddenly turned around abruptly, staring at him with piercing eyes.
The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense, as if countless invisible currents were coursing between them.
Their eyes met, their anger and resentment intertwined, forming a powerful flame that made it impossible for anyone to look directly at them.
In that brief silence, time seemed to stand still. Fu Shiling clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to control his impulses, while the man stared back at him coldly, seemingly conveying a silent provocation.