Chapter 574 - Are You Trying to Kill Your Brother?
Chapter 574: Are You Trying to Kill Your Brother?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Fu Qingli’s cold eagle eyes caught a quick glance of Shen Xi’s ankle. There was a bleeding cut.
The commotion in the wardrobe did not go amiss either. Fu Qingli had no doubt that it was Qingxuan.
In a split second, Fu Qingli found himself catching his breath while feeling a rush in his blood. A thought flashed past his mind too quickly for him to grasp it. He averted his probing gaze away from her ankle to her face.
The girl was impressive. Literally, Fu Qingli saw a different face to her every time they met. She was Cai Ni the designer, Dr. Jiu Zhou, Music Composer Xixi, and now Screenwriter Cloud Seven!
Shen Xi cursed her own rotten luck in her mind, having thought she steered clear of Fu Qingli by getting a head start. Had she known this was going to happen, she would never agree to the meeting.
By sheer dumb luck, Fu Qingli walked in when she was about to leave. God was playing a game with her!
Clearing her throat, Fu Junqiu glanced at the wardrobe and murmured a b*stard under her breath. She hid her guilt by raising her voice slightly. “Come on in, Qingli. Why are you standing at the door? Mr. Cloud Seven’s going to leave if you wait any longer.”
She then tipped Fu Qingli the wink so he could convince Cloud Seven to stay.
Jiang Yin’s eyes moved around the room before getting a snoop at the wardrobe. By the way Fu Junqiu was behaving, it was clear she was trying to hide the fact that someone was in the wardrobe. Who could it be?
Like his assuming presence, Fu Qingli took large strides in and nodded at Shen Xi. “Hello, Mr. Cloud Seven.”
Shen Xi nodded. “Mr. Fu.”
“Are you in a hurry?” Fu Qingli’s gaze danced around her face and her ankle. The cut was not deep, but it was still bleeding. Yet, she did not show it in her face. Did she feel no pain?
“I’m not in a rush.” With a fake smile, Shen Xi looked into his forevermore stone-cold eyes. “I have no intentions whatsoever to work with other people.”
What was with the act?
Did he have radar eyes? How was he able to lock on and make out it was her in one look?
“Is it because of me?” Raising his brow, Fu Qingli popped the question, only to see the color draining from her face. Suddenly, he was in a much better mood.
For some reason, the last thing he wanted to see was her imperturbable, almost unfeeling face. It tempted him to tear down that unapproachable façade and see her lose her cool.
These words sent sparks flying.
Fu Junqiu awkwardly hacked and looked daggers at Fu Qingli. What was up with him? Why did she have a feeling that the two had met before?
Qingli might have a no-nonsense approach to handling things, but he was never one with a biting and sensitive remark. She dared to say there was hostility behind his words as though to deliberately get under Mr. Cloud Seven’s skin.
“You got it wrong, Mr. Fu.” Shen Xi smiled faintly. “I prefer my current working environment. I should get going if there’s nothing else.”
She then turned to walk away.
Because of him?
He got that right. Because of him, she would never work with the Fu family.
Jiang Yin lost the plot. However, she believed they were not strangers by the way they were taking jabs at each other.
Sure, it sounded like an ordinary conversation but paired with their tone and expression, Jiang Yin was getting a ridiculous picture. They were like two willful children bickering to get the last word.
Fu Qingli was the head of the Fu household and a cavalier with the world beneath his feet. There was no way he would be childish.
With Cloud Seven about to leave, Fu Junqiu anxiously glared at Fu Qingli and tugged his clothes. What the hell was he doing? He should be convincing Cloud Seven to stay, not drive him away.
As if he did not get the message, Fu Qingli merely stared into Shen Xi’s back and coldly uttered, “Take care, Mr. Cloud Seven.”
Shen Xi sneered to herself. Fu Qingli would never collaborate with her. She knew that for a fact. Since they both did not see eye to eye, it was best they never saw each other again.
With Mr. Cloud Seven gone, Jiang Yin said her goodbyes to the Fu family before running after him. She could feel the growing pressure from Fu Qingli and a chill down her spine when he glanced at her.
As expected from the head of the Fu household, he was indeed a cold-blooded mogul with an oppressive and commanding presence to match.
Furious, Fu Junqiu stomped on Fu Qingli’s foot and put a finger right up his face. “What’s wrong with you? I shouldn’t have let you come. Look at what you’ve done. Couldn’t you be nice?”
“How am I not nice?” Fu Qingli unhurriedly took a seat and gracefully poured himself a cup of tea. His lean fingers propped the porcelain cup against his lips for a sip. With downcast eyes, he hid his grave yet fiery eyes.
Great!
She had all the nerve!
Did she hate him so much that she could not bear a moment with him?
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“You…” Shaking with anger, Fu Junqiu’s finger poked straight at his head. “You know it yourself. Did you and Mr. Cloud Seven know each other?”
“I don’t.” Fu Qingli did not seem to appear infuriated, but the reflection of the anger brewing in his eyes against the auric tea said otherwise. He curled his lips in ridicule. “He made it clear. He won’t work with us.”
“You’ve made up your mind that he won’t consider a partnership before even making the effort. How can he trust us in good faith with that pushy attitude of yours?” Fu Junqiu was fuming.
Fu Junqiu was tempted to whip that attitude out of him!
“Is he going to join our company if I get down on my knees and beg him?” Fu Qingli was not of the opinion that he was in the wrong at all.
For the girl to switch between disguises, who was she trying to fool? Did she think everybody was blind to tell it was her?
“…” Fu Qingli got Fu Junqiu there. Unable to win over him, Fu Junqiu sulked. “What do we do now?”
Mr. Cloud Seven might be hanging tough, but Fu Qingli only made the situation worse. The latter was not usually like this.
“Is Cloud Seven the only talent in China?” Fu Qingli smirked. His eagle eyes darted at the wardrobe. “He’s gone now. When are you planning to come out?”
In the wardrobe. Fu Qingxuan shuddered and covered his ear while quietly chanting in self-deception, “Can’t see me, can’t see me.”
Turning stern, Fu Qingli smashed the cup onto the wardrobe and hissed, “Fu Qingxuan!”
Fu Qingxuan scrambled out of there in terror before giving him a dirty look. “Fu Qingli, are you trying to kill your brother?”
Fu Qingli scoffed coldly and looked at Fu Qingxuan like he was a moron. He asked, “What was the howling about in the wardrobe?”